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

Pursing her lips, she smiled softly and shook her head. "No. I want to go back to hotel."

"Why? I am with you. Why are you afraid? I won't leave you."

"Still, I want to go back." She pressed.

"Fine," He succumbed before her, "But we will have dinner here because this hide and seek has left me exhausted. Okay?"

With a brief nod, she rubbed her face with one hand and sauntered close to him. Her eyes inched up on him time and again. Unknown to her, her cheeks turned red as the scene of her breaking down revolved before her eyes.

"Um...Yuvraaj…" She crooned, measuring up her words and was greeted by a very coherent nod, compelling her to proceed, "I...whatever....happened there. I…umm... didn't mean that. I mean..."

"I know what you mean, don't worry, I had said those words just to calm you." He interjected to avoid her reluctance. His repellency didn't fit well with her. Frowning, she yanked his hair and grunted. "I said that about you leaving me for a card. Not about other things and you don't have to comfort me with lies, alright?"

"How dare you..." Yuvraaj glared her, ready to pounce on her for her insurgent act of pulling his hair in public but she didn’t provide him a chance to retort and shoved him back to the wall, keeping her hands either side of him.

"How dare me!" She barked, slapping his arm, "How dare you? Why did you say you lie? Huh! See, Yuvraaj, you're not doing any noble cause if you're with me, Alright? I am your wife."