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

"But...."

"Anahita, tell me honestly. Do you want sex?" He asked sternly not taking his hand back and groaned, “Because if you don't, you're doing this very bad. Just stay quiet."

She finally silenced and he dropped his head in her neck, exhausted. "Damn! How am I going to live with you! Just today we decided to not fight anymore and that's the only thing we are doing."

"It wasn't my fault." She mumbled against his palm and he tilted his face up to peek at her, “Yeah, right. That’s my kisses which propel you to do the swearing, isn’t it?"

***

Anahita was folding their clothes. For a change, she had also done Yuvraaj's laundry about which he was ecstatic and in jolly mood like she had mended his wounded heart. The completion of their trip was only a few days away and they both were relishing each and every moment of their union.

“Need help?” Yuvraaj murmured in her ear and snaked his arms around her waist. He tipped his chin on her shoulder and admired her, “I am very happy today. I always wished this."

"Wished what?" She asked in surprise, stealing a look of his. He rubbed his clean, shaven cheek with hers and sighed, “To have you done my laundry, I know, it sounds weird and funny but I wished it, like at least once you’ll do my laundry happily."

Anahita rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, “You wished me to be your personal laundress?"

"No! I wished you to be my personal everything; laundress, cook, caretaker and seductress.” He husked, beginning to nibble on her earlobe and she closed her eyes relaxing, “Did you never hate me, hmm? Like I was forced on you and..."

"We both were forced upon each other, Anahita. Hating you would've meant hating me too,” He softly replied and shifted her in his arms, his eyes probed into hers. “It wasn't your choice to marry me and it was also not in my hands. So when we both were sailing on the same boat, tell me how could I blame you?"