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

Yuvraaj wasn’t ready to put a period on the match and got edgy, “What do you want to talk?"

“For starters,” she crossed her legs and grabbed a pillow on her lap, “Why don’t you shave?”

Her question distracted him and he scrubbed his palm over his cheek, pondering, “Force of habit!”

She continued to ask him blasé questions and got instant replies but the anticipation of receiving his touch remained unsatisfied. She wouldn’t acknowledge the longing but she missed the connection. Yuvraaj had learnt to keep his hands to himself after their abrupt kiss in that evening. Their encounter got the outcomes of unsaid rules to stall the intimacy between them.

There hadn’t been any corporal communication between them in past two days. He would hold her hand, clench her closer but his lips wouldn’t make contact with skin, let alone the proper kiss. It annoyed her on comprehending that he was getting stubborn to not touch her but she kept getting dreams of being kissed.

Yuvaaj didn’t want to ruin these days just because he couldn't deny the attraction between them. The object was to make cogent, sentimental communication with her before leading their relationship towards physical sphere. So what if they weren’t following the conventional pattern of marriage, he still respected the pure bond. The husband in him craved intimacy but he threw cold water on his desires, focusing on keeping her happy.

Now when she was laughing her heart out, he could see his patience becoming fruitful. He tilted his head and rubbed his cheeks with hers, making her giggle. She seized his hands and enquired, “Shoo. You're going to give me hair burns. Anyways, I wanted to ask this since a long time, why Sardinia?"

"What?”

"Why did you plan to come here? If you had a destination in your mind, why did it have to be Sardinia? Or did Aai decide this?” She knew he wouldn’t say no to his mom and his penchant for shopping made it clear that Sardinia was a gifted honeymoon.

"Do you think my mom would decide where I want to go on honeymoon? That’s definitely me.”

“And why is that?”

“I chose this place because it’s not renowned for its haute couture and I wanted to hold your hands more than the shopping bags,” he winked at her, making her blush and added, “Besides, you are a mouse when it comes to adventures, ergo I had more chances to infuse romanticism."

"A mouse?” She puffed her cheeks, feigning anger and Yuvraaj chuckled, diving to peck her lips. The kiss was brief and soft, barely passionate but it colored her cheeks red. Her subconscious hollered in delight as she got her wish done.