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

“Say something,” she urged, breaking the kiss and smiled coyly. Her cheeks were red and the baby hair in the back of her neck erected. She couldn't anticipate his next move, gazing between his wide eyes and Yuvraaj draped his arm around her, kissing her with such aggression that she could feel his overpowered emotions through it.

"I love you, Anahita!" He murmured against her lips and cradled her face in his callous palms, “I love you so much, mou.”

His words were teemed with sincerity, burbling out loud and clear. Wolfish squeals and whistles pervaded the air around them as they continued to mush hungrily, paying no attention to the crowd. They struggled for breathe, still unwilled to leave each other and rested their forehead together.

“Anahita, what happened? Why did you stop?” She saw him frowning and watching her with wary gaze. She was confused, noticing him snapping his fingers before her eyes and giving her a small squeeze. “Are you alright?”

“Huh?”

“Where are you lost? I am calling you since five minutes now. Are you alright?" He worriedly drew his knuckles down on her cheek and she bumped her eyebrows together, muddled at his words. She recalled kissing him and she looked around to register none were looking at them. They both were standing erect among people, music was on its peak and Yuvraaj was visibly tensed for her.

"You okay?" He asked again, and she nodded, stepping back and rubbed her forehead, stammering. “I…I need to use the washroom. Excuse me,” she rushed out without hearing his calls and expelled the breath she had hold back.

She leaned against the washbasin, turned the faucet on and rubbed her face. She recalled her reverie, biting on her lip because she couldn’t believe that she actually hallucinated them. She chuckled, heartily and slapped her forehead. “You fool!”

The fact that she loved her husband beyond her wits was clearly evident and she didn’t shy away to accept them. She was madly in love with Yuvraaj – the worst person she ever witnessed – and that wasn’t going to change at all. She squealed in happiness, jumping on her toes, receiving odd looks from peers and chewed her nails in anxiety, “But, how do I confess? What if he finds someone better? What if he doesn't want to be with me?” 

She was a flawed woman and he loved impeccability of mankind. It would take her a man full of patience and dominance to channelize her temper. Yuvraaj had marvelous mix of them but was she perfect for him? Was she what he needed?