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

His tongue invaded in her mouth dripping with passion and he made long strokes on her waist, sending shivers down her spine. Anahita garlanded her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and they fell over the bed together. They laughed between the kiss but maintained their contact. Yuvraaj took a second to pull off and admired her, “Do you want to continue it? We always have a blanket to cuddle in."

His soft voice reached in her ears, instantly reaching on the pinnacle of her most favorite music lists’. She lifted her head and pressed a kiss on his nose. "We always have a full night for cuddling but this prom night will come once only."

"We can dance here. I’ll fix something for you." He suggested, rolling aside as she pushed him and got up, “No, we're going and that's for sure."

“Got who is my damsel in distress?”

“Yes,” Anahita masked her vibrant smile and shyly looked down on his chest. Her anger was melting like ice in heat. He swept the ringlets aside from her face and sucked her lip again, “You’ll have to correct your lipstick. It’s smudged off.”

She hummed, losing herself in the sweet symphony and allowed him to tug on her soft flesh. His arms tightened their hold around her and his lips worked onto balm her nerves with dewy kisses. His lazy hums stimulated her further while he was enjoying the access she provided. He could touch the sensation oozing out of her and engulfing both of them in a heating embrace, compelling to flow with the streams and claim their bodies together. Her eyes snapped open as she felt his lips drawing to her right shoulder.

Immediately, she unlocked the barrier of his arms and invoked distance to crawl between them. She had to cover up the situation because his heavy breathing told her that he was hanging by a thin thread. So was she. And, there was a lot they both had to settle before their consummation.

“We’ll be late,” She reprimanded him and jerked up, padding to the dresser to apply lipstick. She hooked her arm with his and grinned, “Shall we go now?”

“After you,”

*****

The blaring of Italian songs in loudspeakers and busty women wrapped in decent, moderately sexy dresses made Anahita a little under-confident. She considered her look once again and looked around at everyone having drinks. Colorful stripes of satin dresses flew before her eyes and having it a firsthand experience, she felt out of place. The place screamed splendor. Bespectacled waitresses danced around with beverages in their hands and a bar was specifically installed in a corner for the men to pick their tastes from.

A wave of uncertainty and discontentment seeped in her. She rubbed her arms together gathering Yuvraaj's attention and reassured her with a beautiful smile. She knew she looked good, she knew she had nothing to be feel belittle about, yet again she leaned onto his shoulder.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Yuvraaj snapped his fingers before her eyes and she smiled, looking at him. "I've never been in such place before. This is a bit....overwhelming. I think I don't suit the ambiance."

He chuckled, delving his hands in his pockets, "You never cease to amaze me, mou. I mean if I had said this, you would’ve been attacked me with the nearest weapon and now you are admitting such piffle."

"No, it's...just, I don't know, something," She sighed, "Yuvraaj, I am suddenly not feeling good."

"You are just a bit off. That's it." He blew air in her forehead and called a waitress, "Here, drink something, you'll feel good." He picked red wine for her and the waitress stormed away. Anahita took the drink from his hand and sipped slowly, travelling her eyes around to witness everyone enjoying their hearts out.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" The Manager stole their attentions and silence prevailed upon the place for a moment. The dance floor concreted as the manager proceeded, "The Welcoming party is a ritual our hotel performs every year. It's a celebration of enjoying in the beautiful ambiance of Sardinia and we're grateful that you've picked us to be a part of your special moments."

Everyone clapped as he announced for the ball to begun. Yuvraaj held out his hand for Anahita, "May I have this dance with the most beautiful lady in my life?"

Smiling at his advances, she put her palm in his and grinned, “Since when you've started having your way with your words with me?" Yuvraaj brought her to the dance floor amidst swarm of couple and pulled her closer. "Since we've gotten married. You realize I always get my way with words."

"You can be extremely brutal with your words sometimes as well. What about that?" She asked, resting her hands on his shoulder for a fleeting moment.

"You should reconsider the person I am dealing with." He jeered, spinning her around and pulled her with her back bumping against his chest.

"Do you understand what track is playing on?" She enquired, swaying with the rhythm and he kissed her hair, “Does it matter when we are enjoying?"

"I guess, no." She breathed, contently. Her cure, her panacea – Yuvraaj – was with her. His fingers sensuously tapped on her waist and he swirled her around. She admired him, intending to drown in his grey orbs – or worse, get hypnotized with them – for the rest of her life. She rested her head over his chest and snaked arms around his waist, “Yuvraaj!”

"Hmm..."

"I don't regret it." She began, counting his heartbeats and breathed in his scent. “I don't regret anything. I don’t regret you. I don’t regret this marriage. I regret nothing with you.”

It took her time to deem that they had stopped dancing long back and stood amidst people in each other’s embrace. She tilted her face to see him and palmed his cheek, teleporting her emotions with her eyes to him. Giving her lips a lick, she maneuvered her face up and pressed her lips on his frozen ones. She intertwined their fingers, careless of the people around and kissed him hard while Yuvraaj stood there rooted in shock, witnessing her audacious movement.