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

Having no other option left, Yuvraaj gripped her waist and tickled her. Anahita tried but whimpered in defeat as she couldn't help but loose her hold before becoming a laughing mess. Tears bounced in her eyes as his fingers danced on her sensitive skin.

"What...the hell...was that?" He panted like an asthmatic patient, reaching for his breath and glared her. She sniffed in anger, "This...this is the reason I don't want to marry you. You are so shameless to rummage through my clothes and comment on my choices. I will not marry you at all."

"And if you won't marry me, who is the guy dying to marry you?" He mocked, smoothing his t-shirt.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” She muttered, turning away and looked out of the window. Tears were still in her eyes but they wee of anger and hurt. Yuvraaj sensed her angry and poked at her head. She turned away more. He chuckled at her antics and gripped her arm. Frustrated, she jerked his hand away. He didn’t stop and pulled her closer. She fought with his touch but he caught her hands in his grip and caged her in a back hug, putting his chin on her shoulder, “My God. How will I cope with this much anger? Huh?”

“Leave me.” She pleaded, redeeming herself but he refused and poked her cheek with his index finger. “How about never, wifey?”

“Yuvraaj... Please." She finally whined, suddenly feeling so miserable that her voice broke. She knew him way too well. He and his teasing had a pattern. He would fight with her to the extent she would get hurt and he would take liberty in coaxing her which somehow stimulated her anger more. It was the same since childhood.

"Okay fine.” He huffed, turning her to face him and apologized, still smiling. “I am sorry. I was joking and you know that.”

She pressed her lips in a thin line and her voice came out broken, “Is my life just a joke to you?”

His smile and humor slipped off. He held her hands tightly, “Anahita…”

“Let it be!” She intervened, moving away and wiped her eyes. She sensed him staring at her but after a while, he began to drive. At her doorstep, she nimbly climbed out, without inviting him in and dashed inside, closing the door of her home right on his face.

“Still a kid!” He muttered to himself, trying to subsiding her teary face and drove off.

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Hi,

I hope I haven't delayed much. Just for your convenience, the story has Marathi backdrop. And, in Marathi culture, mom is called 'Aai' and dad is called 'Baba'. Here, my protagonists address their biological parents as 'Mom and Dad' and their in laws as 'Aai Baba'. So, whenever you hear Anahita adsressing Aai, she means her mother in law. 

For further infos, I will give them in their respective chapters. And, one more thing, add the story in your libraries, so that you get notified of the future updates. See you tomorrow. 

Bye!