Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

 

"Why need clothes to go bathroom? Isn't it exactly where we all strip off?" He gave logic, shrugging carelessly and she widened her eyes as he continued. "Go in butt naked, who stops? Besides, there's nothing I've not seen before, so why bother hiding anyway when I can peel each piece of clothe from your skin." 

 

"You're one cheeky bastard!" She pertly said, slapping his cheek gently and Yuvraaj faked anger, "Mou, what did I say about cursing? You've overflowed much than I appreciate." 

 

"Sorry," She lamely attempted to placate him with a pout and he flattened her on the bed, covering her with his body to find her root, to grow into her again. 

 

*****

 

"Anahita yaar, come out now. Breakfast is getting cold." Yuvraaj shouted as he collapsed on the couch and arranged their typical Italian breakfast - that consist of caffè latte, a plate of croissants, biscottate and cold cuts (ham and cheese) - into the plates. "How much time will you take more, Mou?"

 

"First of all, can you please tell me where the hell my dress is?" He chuckled at her irritated yell and shook his head, "I had hung my clothes here before you came inside and now I can't find my dress. Where is it?"

 

"I didn't touch your inners." He came clean, reclining and folded his shirt. He was already dressed in mint-colored shirt and white trousers. 

 

"I can see that but where's my dress?" 

 

"Come out wearing robe, yaar, I have bought dress for you. Now just hurry up, I'm really very hungry." 

 

"Who asked you to hold me on bed then?" She shouted again and came out minutes later, sheathing herself in downy, woolly robe. Yuvraaj flexed his neck to see her. His face wore the unmistakable look of lust and his eyes scanned her from head to toe, making his eyes dilated as he followed a drop of water down her neck to the valley in her chest. 

 

"Back to earth, mister?" Anahita snapped her fingers, grabbing his attention and smirked. She folded out her long leg tantalizingly and appreciated when his stare caught that move instantly. "Dress!" 

 

"I can dress you." He suggested, padding to her and she rolled her eyes, holding him at length. "Don't even think about it. I'm too tired. Just give me the dress." 

 

"Tired in a day? How'll you manage for the rest of our life?" He teased pulling her closer and flushed against his delectable body. 

 

"I'll gain more stamina or I'll make you emasculated. Fair enough!" She stuck her tongue out and Yuvraaj grinned, "Second row in cupboard, you'll get your gift." 

 

Anahita didn't make delay and tottered to the cupboard to root for the gift. She retrieved a wrapped rectangular box, frowning slightly and immediately opened it, only to get dazzled. 

 

"Wow!" She breathed out in appreciation and took the Saree out. Her eyes twinkled with glee, rubbing her thumb on the silk material of the dress. It was a white, draped saree with the heavy embroidered border, having silver work on it. 

 

She threw the box away, unfolded the saree and tried it on her shoulder. "This is so beautiful. Where did you get this? I remember you didn't buy this here. Is it… oh my god! Did you buy it in India?" She gaped at him and Yuvraaj nodded his head. 

 

"Go on and try it on. Show me, how does it look on you!" He encouraged her with a head tilt towards the bathroom and stacked his hands in jean pocket, "Come on."

 

"I'll be back in moment." She kissed his cheek and hurtled inside the bathroom, making her husband grin. Yuvraaj padded to the couch to wait for her.

 

The bathroom door opened with a creek and Anahita emerged out, adjusting the fall on her arm. The moment Yuvraaj craned his neck to see her, his beautiful, big eyes popped out and croissant slipped from his fingers, toppling on the ceramic plate. 

 

She was looking breathtaking. The beautiful saree draped around her decanter figure emphasized her soft beige skin and highlighted the sharp features, the turtleneck blouse hugged her neck beautifully and the sequins and beadwork on the neckline only glowed her. 

 

By the time she skidded to Yuvraaj, he was drooling with his mouth open, not even attempting hide his erectly with cushions. She stood before him, grinning and wiggled her eyebrows. "How do I look?"

 

"Never seen anyone suited to the saree this much." He muttered, still unable to take his eyes off her. He loudly gulped and rose to his feet, reaching out for her hand. "You look too gorgeous, mou." 

 

She blushed, slowly nipping at her lower lip and pushed a chunk of hair behind her ear, "Okay, come on, let's eat. You are hungry." 

 

"No, wait wait wait." He impeded her from sitting on the couch and pulled her on his lap, caging her in his arms. "I'll feed you today." 

 

"How about everyday?" 

 

Yuvraaj snickered, rolling his eyes. "You are really very demanding."

 

*****

 

Anahita took a step ahead accompany him inside the church and Yuvraaj pulled her back, earning a frown from her. "What?" 

 

He gestured towards the candles shop and she rolled her eyes at his lethargy to go and buy the candles. She tottered to him, handling the candles and gripped the pleats of her saree with one hand. 

 

"Shall we go?" She asked, thrusting the candles in his hand and he nodded, "Yes, but you're not allowed inside." 

 

"What? What do you mean?" 

 

Yuvraaj hesitated, looking around and whispered in her ear, "You can't go inside because we… you know… consummated in the morning, so you can't go." 

 

"What rubbish? There's no such rule." She snubbed, giving him an unbelieving glare. How ridiculous this was to be as a prohibition for couples!