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

"It is indeed a fireball." Sensations rushed in her as he whispered above the small of her back. His fingertips traced the awesome ink job and just like that, her top was glided back to its place. Yuvraaj began to rise, brushing their front so lightly like a gesture of wind. He distanced from her and gained his posture, leaning against the dresser.

"What the hell was that?" Anahita gnashed her teeth, maddened at his audacity and raised her hand to do some serious damage on his face but he grabbed both of her hands and soothed her, “Relax! I wanted to see your tattoo and I just saw that."

"I forbade you." She shouted.

"I know but you couldn’t stop me,” he jerked his shoulders, challenging her, “And, you didn’t stop me,” his lips curled in a sneer, “Or perhaps, you're disappointed that I didn't do what you were so eagerly expecting."

Her nostrils flared and she saw red, “You are such a per—"

"Don't. Complete. That." He roared, punctuating his words, "I didn't kiss you, I didn't force myself on you. I just saw your tattoo and I see nothing wrong in it, so before you spell that word, better know its meaning."

He stomped to the exit and paused on the entrance, "Now, scoot because if we miss the flight, I will take train, bus, car, bike, rickshaw, even a bicycle but…we will go."

"Why are you obsessed? Why do you want to go there? I can't understand. I don't want to go, not when you're already invading my space here." She was pissed off, done with her makeup and strode to him.

"I think I've answered that last night. Haven't I? And about invading space, well I do invade because I believe in conquering." He chipped, arrogantly and clasped her wrist, “Now come on! Drag your feet down."

He dragged her downstairs along with their luggage and they took their leave after bidding byes. Anahita showed eleventh hour rush for trivial things to get delayed but one tough glance of his and she clammed up, smiling sheepishly. She hugged her in-laws, giving them firm squeeze that the closeness would imprint in her mind so that if their beloved son killed her in the trip, she could have some loving last moments.