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

Episode Thirty

Anahita swept her hair back, leaving a few tresses to fall freely upon her forehead and twisted some of them to hang around the bun, loosely. She coated eyeliner in wings and wore matte pink lipstick to give her final makeup a fresh touch. Swiveling sideways, she glanced at the stone-colored gown she wore. The silk hugged her waist snugly, accentuating the sharp cuts of her figure before falling down to her feet in glorious waves. The neck was a hollow indent of V, giving a teasing peep to her cleavage and strapped down to her back mirroring the same pattern of the front. She looked decently desirable.

"Thank god! It's V strapped." She muttered, hiding her tattoo shyly under the 2” silk strap on her shoulder and wore the diamond hoops in her ears. She fixed a diamond bracelet and her engagement ring for accessories to complete her look. She took her platform heels in her hand and perched on the bed to wear them.

“Ready?” Yuvraaj’s impatient voice boomed in the room and she craned her neck to spot him leaned on the door, looking drop-dead gorgeous, as usual. He had excelled the art of casual dressing and he looked tempting in whatever he threw on. Anahita could read every fine details of his toned body through his shirt that molded itself according to his torso. He had combined it with rustic blazer and black trousers. The combination of palest lavender of shirt and off white of blazer was magical.

She realized she had to swallow twice to reduce the parchedness in her throat while he scoured his heated, wolfish gaze down her body. His unrelenting, unwavering smoldering stare coursed a zing of fervor through her veins and she warmed up, clumsily beginning to strap the heels, “Uh, almost, I am…oh, shit!” She cursed and smacked her forehead as she recalled the chain she forgot to wear.

“What’s wrong?” Yuvraaj enquired, combing his fingers through his heavy threads and marched in. Anahita shuffled to the dresser and rifled through the drawer one after other, “I had a chain, thought it would look good but I can’t find it.”

“Let it be! You look stunning.” He gave her an offhanded compliment and she also slid it, totally engaged in searching her neckpiece. “No, I mean it’s not good for a married woman to stay empty necked.” She mumbled, crouching on her knees and emptied her jewelry box onto the platform. Her eyes shone in mirth and she gleamed, “Got it. Here it is. Would you help?"

She peered at him, offering the chain and flaunted a breezy smile. Yuvraaj covered the distance of five footsteps in excruciating low pace and stooped behind her on his haunches. He gulped the dryness and hooked the chain around her neck. Anahita didn’t give him a chance for his exclusive PDA and stood up, “How do I look?”

Yuvraaj grinned, delaying getting up and placed his hands on her waist, making her breath hitch. He slowly spun her on her heels and rose to his full height, matching his eyes to hers. “Peek into my eyes and find your answer.” He lifted his hand and rubbed circles on her cheek, gazing back and forth in her eyes. “You look ravishing, resembling a beautiful enchantress. All mine but still torturing me to my limits, so put this torture off me.”

“How?” she barely whispered, just a small movement of her lips while staring in his eyes and allowed him to tilt her head back, tip her chin and cover her lips with hers but before they could properly rejoice the feel of skin, the doorbell tore their intimate moment and discomforted them. She bit on her lip to curb the burbling laughter and anticipated that he’d leave her but he shut his eyes in irritation; lips still hovered over hers, “I thought things like this happen in families only."

"Things like what?"

"Interruptions! Ignore that and kiss me,” he grunted and pressed his lips upon hers. Anahita smiled, embracing him wholeheartedly and moved her lips against his. Yuvraaj was planning to intensify the smooch but his rival knocks grew incessant and Anahita pushed her palms on his chest, creating distance between them, “Let me get the door.”

“No,”

“Yuvi, shut up.” she giggled, sashaying out and shook her head as he threatened to kill the person. She swung open the door and frowned at the bellboy who had a lavish bouquet in his hands and a box of chocolates.

“Yes?”

“These are for you, ma’am!” She scowled, gathering the giant mass of flowers wrapped in frills and streamers and took out the note stuck in it to read it loud, “Thank you for saving my life. I wish your life becomes as fragrant and sweet as these flowers and chocolates.”

She flipped the note in her hand, “Who gave this?”

She had an idea but she wasn't going to instigate herself further to dwell over it because she didn’t want to nurture a sour mood just because of that person.

"Room no. 498."

"Obviously,” She said dryly and scoffed, “Why not? How memorable it could be when I am receiving thank you in this generous way.” She had a mini-talk after closing the door and considered throwing them in dustbin but she couldn’t do that. It was someone’s gesture of gratitude and she shouldn’t insult that. Though the feeling was unsettling, she decided to deliver it to her husband – the real hero.

“It’s for you,” She coldly informed, flinging the bouquet to a totally unprepared Yuvraaj. Some flowers kissed his face, some toppled on the bed while some were caught by him. Unaffected, she brushed past him and set the chocolate box on the centre table, “It’s a thank you gift.”

“For me?” Yuvraaj ignored her hostility and fondled the soft petals, “Hmm….lilac and orchid, my favorite. Who sent this?”

“Who else? Your damsel in distress!” She sniped, glaring the petals in animosity. Yuvraaj cleared his throat at her demeaning comment and realized she was upset about the woman ergo slithered a possessive arm around her and threw the bouquet on the bed, delivering the message that he cared more for her. He kissed the contours of her face and began the kiss from where he left, eliciting her protesting mewl.

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