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

“Oh, lucky you!” they mewed and disappeared from the vision of the sight of an extremely irked wife. Anahita was torn into two; the fact that Yuvraaj belonged to her was relieving but it couldn’t overpower the fact that he was really, really hot and that fetched him more attention than needed.

She cursed herself mentally for nagging him to tag along in the beach when she knew that he had an itch to take his clothes off – whenever, wherever possible. She had seen more than hundred (and counting) females ogling him and slobbering over him. It was starting to get irritating. Why did I have to marry an eye candy?

She sulked and staggering to her longue chair, perched on it. She shielded her eyes with black shades and relaxed. In no time, Yuvraaj trudged to her, radiating with mirth and winnowed his hair, making the water spray on her. She cringed and removed her shades. “What?”

“That was so much fun, mou. God! I missed ocean.” He said cheerfully and settled beside her while she glared him, “I can see how happy you are!”

He dragged a slanted glance over her and huffed, “What’s with you and that tone?”

“Nothing,” she faked nonchalance and looked away. He pressed his lips together and tilted her face towards him, “You want me to wear shirt, don’t you? Come on, who does that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” she negated icily and he simpered, searching her eyes, “Ah, are you jealous, mou?”

She slapped his hand away and snorted, “I am not.”

Yuvraaj chuckled and dropped his head on her lap, making his long legs dangle to the side. “I know you are and that’s completely normal. You see, when women have hot and handsome husbands like me, they are most likely to get jealous. We tend to get possessive having something extraordinary.”

Anahita gaped at him and sighed, grinning at his arrogance. She cupped his cheek and traced her fingers over his lip. “Where do you get this arrogance from?” Yuvraaj moved to bite her finger and she yelped in surprise, pulling her hand back on time. Her palm found way in his damp hair and played with soft tufts. “Tired?”

“Mm-hmm…”

She smiled, dropping kisses on his face as he relaxed, closing his eyes. She kissed his forehead, pecked his eyes, dropped wet kisses on his cheek and as she bent to kiss his chin, Yuvraaj raised his face and captured her lips with his. Her eyes widened and she tried to pull back but he kept a domineering hand in the back of her head and sucked her lip with devotion.

“Um…there are people watching us,” she mumbled between the kiss and he winked at her, swiping her hair over them. “Problem solved. Now shall we…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Anahita smacked her lips over his. She kissed him with no abandon and pulled back, panting. “You are incorrigible.”

She straightened her back and flicked her hair back from her face. Yuvraaj pouted, faking anger at her withdrawal. “Great! Come closer to your man and run after getting him hot. Do you know you are jabbing my ego, Mrs. Prakash?”

Anahita laughed at this and stuck her tongue out, “Don't worry, Mr. Prakash, your ego is infinitude and even if I jab it, it won't end."

"Since I am not welcomed here,” He straightened up with ease and cracked his neck, “I will resort to the waters. Wanna Come?”

"No thanks!"

"C'mon Anahita, aren't you the one who pestered me to take you to beach and now you are sitting here, getting a useless tan. Come on, up!” he pulled her on her feet and dragged her with him.

“No, wait, I need to change for that.” She delayed and gazed down at her dress. She was wearing a bikini top and shorts but she dared to mess with him. She already knew he disliked her top and kept throwing towel over her. Just as he teased her, she intended the same.

“Change?” his eyebrows inclined and he frowned, “Why do you want to change?” It was already maddening that she was wearing a bikini top but he only allowed that because it was a beach and he didn’t want her to look out of place giving that he was possessive of her. And, watching the puppy look she delivered to him, he knew she expected more liberty.

“I want to wear the signature beach uniform before I enter the water,” She gave him a sizzling smile and spun on her heels.

Bikini! She’s going to wear that. He had a close shave with cardiac attack and he pulled her in a back hug to groan in her ear, “Dare you think about that, I’ll kill you. You won’t wear that.”

Anahita bit back her smile, enjoying his misery and innocently looked at him, “Why? Everyone..."

"They are not my wives. You are my wife.” He stressed, each word laced with authority, “Even though what you're wearing is maddening already, I didn't object because it's a beach but I am not going to allow you to wear that scrape of clothe.”

Allow? The word clung bitterly in her ear and she reeled in his grip to face him, “Do you think I will allow you to state your opinion on what I wear and how I wear? It’s my choice and I will wear what I desire.”

Yuvraaj gripped her jaw in a dense clutch and challenged her, fiercely. “Try me, Anahita. I swear if I see you in that crap, I will make sure you roam stark naked in our bedroom. Trust me I am very serious on this. I am not allowing men to look at my wife with lust filled in their minds.”

Anahita was verbally shocked. Her mouth formed an O in his grip. She hadn’t bargained for him to be so verbally...disoriented and his threat made her insides churn. All the blood in her body rushed to her face and made her cheeks warm with the glow. She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t match his eyes.

She was never spoken to likewise but Yuvraaj had taken it upon him to become the very first of everything in her life. She shrugged away from his grip and mumbled, looking at his chest, “You're saying like you don't see women here wearing nothing but a strap of clothe?”