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

"If you want to talk to your boyfriend, do it here only. I don't want anyone to know about it. I'm very serious on this Anahita, hurt my family and I will kick you out without thinking twice." He reproached her, harshly and she scowled, “How dare you talk to me like that? Fine. I accept I'm at fault but didn't I will tell you everything already? Then how can you treat me like a trash."

"Trash? I treat you like trash!" Yuvraaj snorted, jabbing a forefinger at her, “It's you who did that. For your own selfish intentions, you propped me. You played with our family's emotions. You —"

"Stop blaming me, okay." She yelled, pressing her ears, "Stop doing that. I'm tired of it." Her eyes pricked with tears but no chance she would let them ooze out, "You all are selfish. You all just care for yourselves."

“Anahita!” He experienced venomous serpent of anger lashing inside him.

"No! When you've brought it up, hear me out. What you said I propped you right? Then what our families were doing? They were propping me to fulfill their bullshit promise. You said I didn't care about anyone's emotions then tell me did they care about me?"

"It was your dad's fault, Anahita. You can't blame me or my family."  He seethed, keeping a tight restrain over himself to not snap her neck.

"So what? I won't suffer for anyone's potential incapability. Call me anything because I care a fuck but I'm adamant on my decision. I'm out of this fucking marriage after five weeks." She declared, scornfully and flamed his acrimonious nerves.

"That mouth!" He muttered, thrusting her to the adjacent wall and trapped her with his body. They were breathing so hard that their chest collided with each inhale. He imbued his maddened silver orbs in her frightened browns and hissed, “Where did you get this mouth from, ha? Only curses and dirt comes out of it. Don't you do a filter before speaking your dense mind?"

“I…”

“Shhh….” He forced a finger over her lips and his eyes rested on them, "Didn't I tell you that I don't appreciate this language? How can you be so badmouthed? Baba is not like this. Aai is not like this either then how you can be so brusque?" His tone was rather complaining and she dared not mach his eyes anymore. Her throat formed a clump of saliva and she swallowed it. None talked to her like that. She wanted to rebel but her limbs didn’t cooperate and her mind wouldn’t work.

"Since I am your husband, I'll teach you some manners." He whispered, tracing his thumb pad over her delicate flesh and pinched slightly, “Next time, if I hear you calling me names, I will kiss you very hard until you forget the very first syllable of cursing. I will kiss you irrespective of the place, time or gathering.”