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

"Oh, you are up!" Yuvraaj closed the magazine as he noticed Anahita blinking her eyes, "Good Evening. I hope you had good sleep."

Yawning, she sat up straight and stretched her arms. She looked outside the window to see it was almost dusky. She couldn't believe that she slept whole day and her mother didn’t wake her up for lunch.

"Your bed is quite fluffy." Yuvraaj remarked, gently falling on his elbow and smiled at her. 

"What are you doing on my bed?" she interrogated, rudely and he inclined his eyebrows, "What does that suppose to mean? Aren't I sharing my bed with you? I was sleepy, so I just fell next to you."

“Speaking of which, listen you were too sleepy last night, so I didn't object but from today onwards, I'm not sharing bed with you. So find your easement." She made a bun of her hair and Yuvraaj pulled her closer, snagging her hand.

"What the hell!" She flinched, ceasing to move as his cold fingertips traced the contours of her face. She gazed deep in his enigmatic eyes and fought back the urge to kiss them. They looked delicately designed, fringed with curly lashes that touched his cheekbones. Bet he'd done eyelash extension. She registered, mentally.

“What….are you….doing, Yuv…”

“I am finding my ease.” He whispered huskily, keeping his eyes latched with her. He was touching her, like he was learning her features.

"Huh?"

Instantly, Yuvraaj flipped their position, rolling over her and dipped his nose in the crook of her neck. She was numb – totally paralyzed to protest – and his citrusy smell was driving her sense crazy. She stayed there, breathing deep and letting him sniff her scent.

"Yuv..."

“Shhh…” She bit her lips to stop moaning when his hot breath fanned the base of her neck. “I am not going to do anything. Not in your room. Not when I know that your parents are just next door and they can hear you screaming my name in pleasure."

His each, punctuating word was intoxicating her with unknown liquor of passion. She closed her eyes, refusing to even believe that this wasn’t dream. Mukund had completely left her mind and only person who made her experience blood rush, tingling butterflies was the one who lied above her, coloring her cheeks with his raw remarks.

He pecked her chin, trailing up to kiss her warm cheeks and her closed eyes. His itinerant lips were avoided her lips and landed on her forehead, “If your dad is not succumbing, why don't you initiate? Crying is not the solution. He is your father, Anahita and he will never turn back on you."

She gently opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled reassuringly, cupping her face and persuaded her, “Just give it a try. Go and talk to him."

The passion ebbed away and their moment broke but for the first time, she didn’t push him away. She bared herself before him, allowing tears to run down on her temples. “"You don't know my dad. He will—"

"I may not know him but I know you." He emboldened her, swabbing the hot tears and kissed her eyes, “You don’t want to regret this, right?”

She nodded, slowly and he pulled back, making her sit along with him. “Then go and talk to him. There's no harm in being low hand once, if it worth."