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

Glancing at her reflection once, she sprinted out taking her shades and reticule. She frowned witnessing him busy in his phone, he should've been waiting impatiently for her gazing at the door every now and then but she was disappointed to see him stoic. Lazily strolling to him, she cleared her throat vying for his attention. As on cue, Yuvraaj uplifted his gaze only to be dazzled with his wife.

She was coming towards her in slow strides, her wavy hairs bounced with each step and the smug smile she presented gripped his heart in a vice grip. Gulping inaudibly, he shamelessly raked his eyes from her head to toe. A gasp of pleasure escaped his lips and Anahita candidly masked her smirk, expecting the compliment he would give her. She knew that the crucial fifteen minutes of dress hunting weren't going to go up in smoke. 

Is this legal to wear this snug shirt? Her brain immediately took offence with the blue shirt he was wearing that only served to accentuate his muscles over the satin material. Coupled with dark blue jeans, he had causally thrown his hair back in one gelled swept. The errant bristle on his jaw only made his appear more rustic. Not to mention, his veins were her ordeal. She blatantly checked him out and made a mental note that if he complimented her decently, she would redeem herself by doing the same.        

She was a big girl after all.

Unlike her expectations, he rolled his eyes and gazed at his phone when she approached him, “Finally you're ready. Come on, let's go."

"Um, you're looking good." She ignored his comment and passed a blasé smile. Yuvraaj looked down on him before putting on a smug look, crossing his one leg over another, “I know but you don't cease to go beyond my wits."

"What does that mean?"

"You took one hour to wear this.” He raked a hand down her, making her conscious for a while, “a short dress that barely covers your legs and a trench-coat in this chilling weather." She rolled her eyes as he began to pick faults, “I always doubted your intelligence but now I realize one must to be intelligent to be doubted upon."

She scowled, jabbing a finger at her chest, “My body, my dress and my choice. Okay? Besides, I saw your eyeballs popping out of their sockets and hints of saliva on your lip.”

“I drooled over you? Huh, dream on!”

“I got you. You just accepted it and thanks for that. I know I am looking pretty,” she preened and he smirked at her, “But you sound like you were fishing for compliment and I badly disappointed you."

"I didn't expect you to admire something that worth it." She lied, twisting her lips. The dress she chose selectively worth the appreciation but the man of only blood and bones, didn't take one second to dislike it.

"Alright, let’s go. We're getting late." He straightened up and ushered her, gluing his eyes to the phone as if it were his wife. Anahita stomped her foot and followed him like a trained pet.