Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗
- Author: Shruti Omar
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"What is this? Is this your sick mentality that even after knowing that I love someone else, you're forcing me to accompany you on honeymoon?" She questioned, incredibly. Her words gave his overly sized ego a kick.
"Lower your volume!" He glared her, daringly.
"Why? Because, I am saying what is true." She stepped closer challenging him.
"Either you're an idiot or you're really brave to challenge me." He said with a straight face. "I am not forcing you. You're obliged to come with me. Remember I helped you in conversing with your father."
"So? Now you own me for that petty thing? Ha? Listen I am not slightly interested in going anywhere with you, let alone honeymoon. I know how pure and naive your intentions are?" She looked at him, disgustingly.
"Naive and pure?" Yuvraaj laughed with empty humor. "Oh please! You will be the last person to talk about naivety and purity. You will come with me because you are my wife."
"Just because I am married to you, I don't think that I need to wag my tail at your orders like a trained puppy. Why don't you understand that I don't believe in this marriage?"
Yuvraaj clutched her shoulders in dense grip and pulled her closer. "Why did you marry me if you don't believe in this? Why did you have to ruin my life?"
"Because I thought you will be considerate about my will." She pushed her arms on his chest, not ready to give up.
"Considerate?" Yuvraaj flared, trapping her between him and the wall. "Considerate to let my wife go with another man? Considerate to let her think about her boyfriend?"
The glaring metamorphosed in intense eye staring competition, no one looked away, no one blinked, the laboring breaths of anger now fanned each other's face and they could hear the sounds of their heartbeats.
Like an unknown force pulling them together in a string and captivating them in a binding aura, they stepped closer. Anahita again noticed his eyes and found a new meaning in them. Smoldering eyes wasn't just a romantic description for her, the man before her owned a pair. Chains of attraction and libidinousness seemed to enfetter them solidly.
Yuvraaj leaned forward, his tongue flicked her ear shell. "Considerate enough to not touch my wife even when I know that I have all rights?”
Anahita sharply inhaled a huge amount of oxygen to perspire. Her fingers curled on his chest. Yuvraaj got carried away second time in a row. He traced his lips on her jaw, finally reaching her neck.
"Considerate to not claim your body and soul even when I know you belong to me?" Anahita gasped closing her eyes when he bit on her soft skin gently tugging in between his incisors.
"Why would I do that, Anahita?" He asked, rasping and kissed her neck again. "Why would I let my wife go when she is all mine?" He catechized, pulling his face up. Anahita somehow managed to open her eyes. His voice felt broken, his eyes gloomy. Before she could read more of him, he paused and backed away. "But, you know what, I will let you go."
Anahita tugged on her lip, absentmindedly and his words didn't resonate in her hearing frequency. His calm features yet stormy eyes let her devour the Adonis incarnate that he was seductively. An untamed nerve near her heart tattooed fervently.
"I don't want someone who is with me without her will and for your answer of being considerate? I believe I am considerate enough to not throw you out of my house accusing your character unstable." He spat, leaving her swept off. Her carnal thoughts jumped out of the window and she immediately everything. His demeaning comment made her believe that he would never change. She kicked herself for letting him influence her, letting him affect her.
"You are liberated to believe what you want but I will not come on this honeymoon come what may." She declared, stubbornly.
"This is the particular matter where I am not going to be considerate to you. You have to come with me with or without your consent because I will not hurt my family for a girl like you."
"Girl like me? What the hell do you mean by girl like me?" She snarled, gripping his collars.
"Keep your voice down Anahita, I am warning you. If you shout one more time, I won't mind kissing life out of you to mute you. You want to fight, go on but make sure that your voice doesn't go out of this room." His eyes darkened.
"Then answer me!"
"By girl like you, I meant a girl who didn't think of her parents before eloping. Why would she think of mine?" He explained, redeeming himself from her hands and she squeezed her eyes shut. Were there fewer people to condemn her that even he wanted to join the tow?
Steeling her loosing grip on her emotions, she retorted. "This is my personal matter and you are no one to..."
"It was your personal matter until you involved me with you. Now, I am the only one who is responsible for all your stupid and senseless acts because again, you are my goddamn wife." He lost his control shaking in fury.
"I was forced." She matched his pitch, worn to a frazzle with this conversation, "And I have told you this for like a million times. Now what do you what? Should I make posters and frame it behind the bedpost that I was forced?"
"Of course," he scoffed. "No one is going to believe you, Anahita. You walked down the aisle on your own feet, no one dragged you there. You took those rounds with me on your own will. You allowed me to fill your parting. I didn't force myself on you and I clearly saw that no one else forced you."
She collapsed on the floor, clutching her head. "You are never going to understand me. Listen drop me home back, I will manage somehow until Mukund comes back to pick me up from there."
"Ask that butter spine to come to Italy because I am sure even this time he will hand you the crap of weeks and months. So ask him nicely to follow your tail to Italy and then you both can elope. I give you my word that I will not stop you." He whirled around to leave.
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