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

“About what?”

“I do not hate you...um...that much." She measured her words and scrutinized his expression. He was calm as breeze, listening to her with great attention and she stared the pesto cheese pasta in the bowl as if it were the last chunk of that dish on the planet.

“I know. I told you the same. However, I understand the pressure you have undergone which was probably you thought you hate me but you didn't, actually." He explained, supporting his statement with reasons. For her, this sensibility was never expected from him as well this lookout had never fascinated her enough to allure her attention.

"Yuvraaj... Have you by chance had fever?" She jested and he grasped her hand to rub her knuckled tenderly. “Don't worry. I am completely fine and this Royal treatment is to make up for my blunder. Vexed or not, I do not have any right to defame you and same goes for others."

Gazing between her eyes, he proceeded. "Hence, it is my way to apologize. I want to earn your apology and I assure you that it won't happen again."

"Will you go back to your arrogant cocky self once I forgive you?" She tested the waters.

"Absolutely not, did I or didn't I tell you that I have my wife only for five weeks and I intend to live with her?"

"You did."

"Good then, let’s go. I'll pay off the bills." He winked at her and sauntered to the billing counter, leaving a dumbfounded Anahita behind.

"Was that really a dream?" She muttered, scratching her hair and sighed. She took her purse and followed him to the exit.