Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (good books to read for teens .TXT) 📕

"I promise that I'll always be there with you when our love is simple or when it is an effort. I'll cherish our union and moreover, I promise to love you more than I did a day before." His eyes twinkled with unknown pathos and blush crept on Anahita's face.

"I promise to remember that neither one of us is perfect. But we're perfect together. I promise to be true to you. To uplift and support you, to frustrate and challenge you and to share the beautiful moments of life. And someday, if stars align, I might let you win an argument too." Corners of his lips ticked as he teased her, "I'll make sure that I'm not yelling at you for being hungry at least."

Anahita giggled at this.

"I hadn't prepared so I'll wrap up saying that I vow that you'll never have to walk alone, never have to face challenges, I'll do it for us. My heart will be your shelter and my arms will be your home till the day I breath my last." 

His thumb swabbed her dried tears and Anahita was gawking at him lovestruck. She clutched his palm and kissed his fingers. She wanted to repeat his words but her overflowing emotions strung her words together and pushed them out of her tongue. 

"I can't promise you an easy life because that will be boring. I can't promise to be perfect wife because imperfection runs in my blood but I promise to choose you to love forever and ever till my heart stops racing." She professed, glancing back and forth in his eyes. "Because I promise to follow you wherever you go and to fight for our love if its takes everything I own."

They were witnessing the moment of weakness - moment of overpowering emotions. Yuvraaj made her wear the same Mangalsutra he'd tied on their wedding but in anger, Anahita had threw it somewhere she didn't even remember. 

"I had kept it safe." Yuvraaj made her known, smiling. 

The pastor insinuated, "By all the power vested upon me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may ki.."

He didn't get the chance to finish and Yuvraaj slammed down his lips hard on hers. Responding, Anahita brought her hands to cup his face and the world vacated for them. 

Anahita shut her eyes in immense pleasure and moaned in his mouth while her fingers escalated to his hair and bunched them in fists, forcing herself flat against his chest. Yuvraaj lifted her up a little, grinning on her lips.   

They pulled back and chuckled, registering the hoots and whistles around them. Anahita hid herself in Yuvraaj's chest and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, closing his eyes. "I love you, Anahita."

"I love you too, Yuvraaj." 

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Feet shuffled to their Villa and faint giggles escaped their lips as they saw people staring at them in adoration and love in their eyes. They were tempted to contemplate the same situation in their hometown and the morphing of reaction in scowls and gasps made them realise that they were in heaven; one they've found themselves.

"Open it. I've my hands full." Yuvraaj bounced Anahita twice in his arms making her clutch on to his shoulders more tightly. 

Next moment, his lips descended on hers, coaxing her sweetly. Anahita delved his jeans pocket, groping for the key card and searched the lock on the door. Once found, she maneuvered to swipe the card through it and the click of door made her hands swung on Yuvraaj's shoulders again. Their body weight worked as the force to jounce the door open. 

Yuvraaj crossed the living room safely and reached their bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, crawling over her and his fingers worked to tug the pleats of her saree. Anahita drawled her fingers on his chest, making no haste to unbutton his shirt. 

Suppressing a groan, Yuvraaj freed her lips for a second, only to claim back and peeled off his shirt, throwing it away. He kissed her sweetly, fisting her hair in his hands to tip her face up. Breathing ragged, he parted his lips from hers, his eyes resting on her swollen lips and traced them with his thumb.  

"I love you, Anahita!" He confessed on a whisper and Anahita bit onto his thumb, making him wince slightly before pulling back. She giggled, rubbing her cheek against his. "Never gonna tired of loving you."

She tucked her chin to her chest, fingering the diamond pendant in her Mangalsutra. "I love this." Her eyes beheld him. "You would've felt dishearten when I threw it? I'm sorry."

"Don't waste my time in chipping apologies. Today's our wedding night. Gift yourself to me," he demanded, his voice roughened with desires and his hands already working to discard her dress. 

She was already in her inners by the time her next question rolled out from her lips, "Didn't we have the wedding night yesterday? And, it's still day." 

"Because....we...didn't have the wedding....last night and....stop asking stupid questions." He grumbled, kissing her body and loving her the way he knew the best, reviving their bond. 

"Um...Yuvraaj. Stop!...let me....breathe." She wheezed out, gasping hard and pressed her hands flat on his chest. Logged in passion, Yuvraaj had forgotten the meaning of word called 'stop'. All he knew was this sensation in his body, the pleasure gasp she let out and the sinking passion that was coursing in his blood. The certainty of 'never having enough' had mastered him. 

He traveled his hands down on the delicate curves of her and up again to the globes of her breast. Anahita whimpered when he bit onto her tightened nipple, licking afterwards. 

"You're so beautiful." Yuvraaj murmured, resuming to shower her face with little, balmy pecks. She laughed. Such a joyous sound that exhilarated the pace of his blood. 

"Tu ka hastes. (Why are you laughing?)" He questioned, pressing his mouth to the corner of her lips and supported himself on elbows.

Anahita dragged her manicured finger on his jawline and winked. "I feel like a baby when you kiss me like this."