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

Episode Twelve

Stranded in her inner turmoil, Anahita was not able to comprehend what was happening. Mukund had left her mind once again alike the evening in her home where Yuvraaj had imprinted his touch on her for the first time. He hated her, she was sure but at the same time, it was completely washing over her head why his touch, his eyes and his voice made her believe the contrast. She wasn't able to name what was happening to her, she just knew it was dangerous but the intensity of this danger was unfathomed. The uncertainty of the moment didn't occur to her. She could've pushed him because she was strong but the thought didn't cross her mind when his lips contacted her skin.

"Open your eyes." At Yuvraaj's command, she gawked at him, mystified. He smiled, "So now you understand that even if I want to have my way with you, you can't do anything."

"If I touch you here..." He pinched her waist, earning a gasp. "Or if I kiss you here." He placed a soft lingering peck on her rib cage just below her chest, making her eyes travel the back of her head, "Or maybe if I bite you here," He gently tugged the skin at the hollow of her neck unintentionally spotting her weak nerve making her moan with approachability, swelling his heart in pride. "You can't do anything."

Pulling back, he feasted his eyes upon her craving body that was coiling in need. Her hairs were disheveled, her orbs were dilated and her heart was drumming against her own ear. She was beneath him, at the moment of weakness, just like he imagined. His restraint seemed to loosen up.

"Now," He leaned into her ear, his warm breath tantalized her insides. He gently nipped her earlobe, making her close her eyes. "If I take you right here, right in my bed. You can't do anything." With that, he crept off her and picked up his shirt moving around before he could really put his words to action. Missing the warmth of body, Anahita groaned and opened her eyes. He was buttoning his shirt without looking at her. Her mind took several minutes to register what just happened. He smirked at her bedraggled state.

Scowling, she jerked up on the bed and stretched some nerves in her neck in the process. She winced at the movement. Yuvraaj rolled up his sleeves up till his elbows and finger combed his hair. Both were too silent only the sound of empty silence was ringing in their ears. He was guilty and satisfied at the moment. He was guilty to enjoy her vulnerability and leave her desired but he was satisfied because his manly ego was boosted up with her fragrance and feather touches. He had the pride a husband gets while touching his wife, the satisfaction he holds by keeping her close.

Blushing, she straightened her dress while her cheeks were warm under his teasing stare that never left her body and she clutched the sides of her top not being able to look into his eyes. Embarrassed at herself, she lowered her head and shut her eyes still sitting immobile.

He reached his hand out and tipped her chin. "So now when you know that what I can do, don't give me mock threats because maybe next time, I am going to pull off what I started." He punctuated his words by swiping her hair off her eyes.

"I am the ruler here, Anahita." He touched her thick lashes, clenching her insides with this innocent act. "And I hope that you know about how a ruler rules."

She kept staring him with cherry red cheeks in mortification. No one had ever affected her this much and she felt that each action he did, was a seduction for her. Each word he said was hypnotic for her, pulling her to him.

"Now be a good wife that I am sure you are not and start packing because we will be heading to Italy after two days and I want no tantrums." The playfulness was gone and his tone reflected more of an order of which Anahita was not used to.

He strode out leaving her angry and confused with herself. How could she let him do whatever he was doing? And how on this earth could she probably enjoy? Yes, that was wrong and impulsive on his part but how could she forget that she had a boyfriend, named Mukund, who must be thinking of their future together.

On cue, her phone rang up with his call and she leapt on the bed to pick it up, "Hello!"

"Hey sweetheart! Missed me?" Mukund crooned exuberantly. She could touch the vibrations of happiness in his voice which made her guilty to enjoy her husband's proximity.

"Anu! Baby, you there?" Mukund asked snapping her out of her miserable notions and she forced cheerfulness in her voice. "I am good. How are you, Mukund?"  

"Not at all good, I am missing you so much baby. Anyways, don't try to divert me and tell me, why are you sounding low?" He inquired.

She curled her lips, "Mukund, just come fast. I am missing you. I don't want to live here.” She mentally apologized and cursed herself for not being able to resist Yuvraaj. For not being able to hold her back from his charm.

"Anu! Baby, what happened? Why are you sounding sad? Did he try to touch you? That bastard!" he fumed and she shook her head. “No, he didn’t.”

Though Yuvraaj had bruised her soul by forcing himself on her but she was aware that she wasn't completely inaccessible. It was her weakness that he played out. The mere thought of betraying Mukund gave her creeps and she pledged to embalm herself from Yuvraaj.

"Are you sure? You're not hiding anything, right?"

"Yes. I am not hiding anything. Just come home fast. I can't stay here for long."

"Alright! Now babe, let's forget that cunt husband of yours." Mukund laughed and Anahita instantly disliked his tone. Though he was sporting but he was being casual about her wedding that could've been an asserting reason to separate them. Anahita forced herself to pretend to be happy with the uninteresting topic he suddenly broached up to discuss upon. She was feeling the heart strings with him missing. Drawing the call to end, she tossed her phone aside and brought her knees closer to her heart. She wrapped her arms around her folded knees and tucked her chin between.

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