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

"Meet him, he's my friend Keshav. He works in HTC and we've read in convent together." Yuvraaj introduced a half bald man with oversized mustaches to her. She was really very disinterested, especially when she noticed that he had a gapped front tooth and he pronounced her Anita because of that. How difficult is that to pronounce a name correct in twelfth trial!

"We've been best buddies." Keshav gloated fist pumping with Yuvraaj and she nodded at him, pasting a smile on her lips. As soon as she received the bouquet, it was thrown at Gitika who was standing them to receive gifts.

"When I can be free?" she asked in stage whisper and boringly glanced at Yuvraaj. She quickly stretched her lips as photographer asked her to give a pose.

"When all the guests are dispersed,” he replied, gliding an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “I am not having a great time here standing next to you. So, just put up with they play.”

"And what if I don't do that?" she challenged, smiling and he smirked, stroking her waist in length. “Do that and you'll see how worst I can be."

"You don't have to show me, I already know." She scoffed, shuffling away and rolled her eyes. He leaned in her ear and whispered, “Then stand here quietly."

She glanced at him and wanted to refute but his eyes depicted another tale and keeping her record, she didn’t take the chance.

"I'm so happy today.” Mrs. Prakash kissed her forehead, squeezing her in a tight hug after the reception and brushed her hair, “Finally, I’ve got my daughter in law today.”

“Finally, I’ve got my wife today.” Yuvraaj jested, yawning and Mrs. Prakash slapped his arm. “Shut up! Don’t trouble her or I will throw you out of the house.”

Yuvraaj grinned, rubbing his eyes and Anahita twisted her lips, snuggling closer to her mother in law, “I love you, Aai.”

They were sitting in the hall, pulling gifts from respective boxes and checking them, enquiring who gave what. Yuvraaj folded his legs over the glass table and stretched wide, “God! I am so tired.”

“It’s already late. You both should get some sleep." Mrs. Prakash said and Anahita gleamed, rising to her feet. Her crying last night, her heated argument with Yuvraaj and the crowd of guests in house, hovering around her had her headache prolonged. She was happy to retire to their room.