Chapter 31: Chapter 31

I can't believe I like him. I like this utterly snobbish, proud, unapologetic human. I like this man who happened to be my assassin. I like this man soooo much.

She blinked, categorising her actions. Everything started falling in place; why she was angry when he helped that woman, why was she restless when he mentioned his 'yet to become ex' girlfriend, why she was feared when she was alone in the market, why was she woebegone when he said that he would get married again.

"Shit shit shit!" She squealed throwing the blanket away in surprise. Her abrupt yelling gave a close shave to Yuvraaj from a cardiac attack who was now drawing his lunch to a close, drinking water.

"What the hell? What's wrong with you?"

She jumped on her feet, grinning like an idiot, "Yuvraaj!"

"What has gotten into you, Anahita?" He measured his words, frowning and got up. "Are you alright?"

"I want to go with this feeling I have." She murmured coyly, coming closer to him and her cheeks painted red as she put her hands on his broad shoulders, "But before that, I want to thank you."

Shocked to his core, Yuvraaj wasn't able to comprehend what she was willing to. "What for?"

"For everything!" Glancing back and forth in his eyes, she traced her hands from his shoulders to his hair before braiding the distance between them and claiming his lips. It could be incredible if detailed, they were not kissing. Their lips were on each other's but no one was moving them.

Retreating on her place, she matched his surprised gaze, "I know you are planning to tease me. I was overwhelmed, so I just....um...say something."

"Huh?" It was the response of Certified Flirt Yuvraaj who never bothered to smile shy was gaping her as if she had grown two horns. The fact was, having his wife displaying affection for him was he hadn't found real. Clearly, it was he who planned to make their days happy because Anahita's hatred for him was wide known.

"You mean it?" He asked, composing himself. Wordlessly, she nodded compelling him to absorb her in a bone crushing hug, leaving no room for air to troll between them and she breathed in content in his embrace, "Just don't leave me ever. Even if I am wrong, give me a chance to explain myself but just don't listen to what everyone says. Don't leave me alone."

"I will never!" He kissed her hair, "Even if you beg me to." She smiled at his authoritative reassurance.

"To return the favour, I promise to try not to fight with you." She winked at him.

"That would be best and I promise to not get angry."

***

Blaring in anger, Anahita entered the Villa with a storm as if she was going to murder someone then and there in cold blood. Yuvraaj followed her with irritation, "At least care to tell me what's wrong with you, Lady?"

Wordlessly, she slammed open the door of bedroom and bolted it back behind her, almost hurting Yuvraaj's nose. "What's wrong with me? Hah! Go and ask that fucking woman." She threw her heels on the floor, yelling.

"Who?" Yuvraaj managed to escape the miniscule chances of hurt and jostled the door aside, forcing himself in, "Julie? Oh c'mon, it was just a coincidence. You know that."

He approached her but she pushed him back, "Coincidence? Yeah, of course it was! Throwing her body on you, giving those seductive looks and being a complete bitch troll on me was just a mere coincidence, right?"

"Anahita, you're overreacting." He certified, "She just brought back some old memories."

"Of course, why leave any chances to get into your pants?" She threw her hands in the air, agitated, "And you too had a merry time with her while I was standing there on the corner like a stupid fucking mannequin."

"I don't understand why are you mad?" Yuvraaj crossed his hands against his chest, confused, "Because I talked to her? She was trying to get into my pants? Or you were standing idly?"

Caught on her wrong foot and unable to describe what was actually maddening for her when she desperately wanted to spend time with him, trolling on the roads of Sardinia and completing their shopping because they didn't have much time left, Anahita didn't understand how to put it into words.

That was a complete unwelcome wave of emotions when Yuvraaj's once upon a time classmate ran into them and had a very hearty (Read- Exceptionally intimate encounter) with him, not giving up on any chance to touch his arms and looping her hand across his neck that happened to be certified as extremely unabashed, slutty behavior by Anahita.

Anahita was perfectly fine with their reunion until said girl reacted arrogantly to her presence and in verbatim, snatched her husband throwing him in a nostalgic trance. The heart ache was the nonchalance of Yuvraaj over this matter, even he seemed to have a good time. He didn't even notice that she escaped away for a while and when she came back he was happily conversing with long lost friend who was trying to compete with her, attempting to get lucky that night.

"Or maybe you're confused because you yourself don't know?" Yuvraaj proclaimed. A ghost of smile escaping his lips.

Seaming her lips and furrowing her eyebrows, Anahita wagged her finger at Yuvraaj, "You! You are my problem. I am angry on you because you're such a dumb ass that you don't even know what to do or understand..."

"Dumb ass?" Yuvraaj seethed, pursing his lips.

"Yes, and such a fucking idiotic Buffon..."

"Anahita. Stop!"

"...That even in this situation, you're being a total asshole...."

"I am warning."

".....to even ask me why I am mad when you were behaving as a cun..."

Yuvraaj was done, she was getting on his nerves and it was impossible for him to reason her, along with it, calling him names, she made sure to throw him in a such a major state of frenzy that all he could do was to silence her.

Silence her with his lips. Kissing her violently. Trapping her between the bed and his body.

"Um...leave me you bast..." She wheezed out as he drew his mouth back and her never ending swearing prodded him to kiss her again, pushing her on the bed.

"Get off me, you pu..." she gasped and he kissed her again, finally losing his calm until they both were out of breath. She was stunned for a second but it takes her t minus ten seconds to weave her fingers through his hairs.

After that sizzling encounter, as she opened her mouth, Yuvraaj put his finger on her lips, "God! Don't say a word now."

"But...."

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

Her abuses curbed 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 contradicted, offended and traced his shirt on her fingers.

Sneering, Yuvraaj slightly headed up to look into her eyes, "Of course it wasn't your fault. That's my kisses which propels you to do the swearing, right?"

***

Anahita was folding their clothes. For a change, she had done Yuvraaj's laundry as well about which he was extraordinarily happily and was in good spirits since morning as if she had treated his wounded heart. Only a few days were left for their convivial union because both of them were unaware of the whirlwind ascending to them with light speed, ready to lorn their beautiful adobe.

"Need my help?" Yuvraaj asked huskily, scooping her from behind and locked her with his arms on her belly, "I am very happy today, y'know! I always wished this."

"Wished what?" She asked in surprise.

"To have you done my laundry," he smiled cheekily, rubbing his shaven cheek with hers, "I know, it sounds weird and funny to some levels but I wished it, like at least once you will do my laundry happily."

Anahita chimed into grin, kissing his cheek, "You wished me to be your personal laundress?"

"No!" He contradicted, "I wished you to do it once with your own will. Mom used to do it before I went to abroad and then I thought one day, you will do that." He added, being nostalgic.

"Did you never hate me, Yuvraaj?" She asked out of nowhere, the question was frequent in her mind. "Like I was forced on you and something..."

"We both were forced upon each other, Anahita. Hating you would've meant hating myself as well. It wasn't your choice to marry me and it was also not in my hands. So when we both were on the same page, sailing on the same boat, tell me how would I blame you?"

She was speechless. Her mistakes and her baseless hate for Yuvraaj metamorphosed into guilt that was eating her. He was not at all how she had made assumptions about him. In fact, he was the best groom she could ever find for herself. Now that she understood why her dad was so obstinate over this wedding, why was he trying to influence her decision, why was he pestering her to meet him and why he had refused Mukund all the way!

Her smile slipped down from her lips. She focused on the clothes and folded them neatly with him being clung on her. Intimacy had different meanings for them now and having Yuvraaj around her soothed her. He was like a lifebuoy, a whiff of pure morning breeze.

"What happened?" Yuvraaj murmured in her hair, kissing her all the way from her neck to jaw.

Anahita scoffed shaking her head at her stupidity. "Nothing. Just recalling how rattle-brained and bovine I had been throughout my life. I blamed you for everything. I thought it could be easier but I haven't given this notion a chance that you could be in pain as well."

"Anahita.." Yuvraaj interrupted, crawling his palms over hers as she fisted her dress and his lips found their way to her shoulder, "That was past. Bury it in the past only."

"No! I can't." She rolled her lips down, biting on it, "I have hurt everyone. My family. Your family and most importantly, you. I ruined it all. I am really sorry, Yuvraaj."

"If you're really sorry, you can do my laundry regularly and kiss me as and when." He rubbed his nose in her neck and peppered kisses, making her sigh deep.

"You came to help me, didn't you?" She arched an eyebrow up at him and he grinned, dropping a kiss on her shoulder joint, "Of course! Give me a moment to kiss you and then I will do whatever you ask me." Without waiting for her response, he dived to capture her lips in a prolonged and deep smooch that left her scarlet.

Unlocking his arm cage, she pressed the piles of folded and ironed clothes on his hands, "Go and pack them in your bag."

"O...Kay" He managed the ironed clothes, "But why not in your bag?"

"I have so much things to keep. Like gifts and whatever we've shopped. So, this extra clothes would be in your bag." She told, padding to the wardrobe when he gripped her shoulder to stop her and she winced, making him spasmed.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No!"

"Then why did you wince?" He threw her tidy, folded clothes again on bed and pulling her near him, "Did you get hurt somewhere?"

"What the hell, Yuvraaj?" She widened her eyes looking at the messed up clothes, "You came to help me or trouble me? Now who will fold them again?"

"Ah! I thought..."

"Shut up and fold them now." She bellowed, sprinting inside the bathroom and bolted the door from inside.

"Thank god!" She leaned on the washbasin, looking at her reflection, "What did you do Anu? Why the hell did you do this? What if he had found out? What you would've told him?"

Turning her back to the mirror, she slowly slid down the shoulder of her dress, looking at the newly earned tattoo of his name's initial. It's flawlessly carved on her right shoulder joint with wings on the larger sides. Softly, she traced her fingers on the tattoo she got done three days back when they were out for horse riding and his bitchy friend Julie had ran into them.

"You're totally mad, Anu!" She grinned, incredibly, "This man has gotten you crazy. Ah! I like you so much Yuvraaj."

She just wished that he likeys her too, because she didn't have a good record after all. She almost ruined their relationship which should be based on trust in the first week and now since the days of their union were coming to an end she feared if he would leave her.

What if he rejects me? There's no denying that he took me here to give me a chance to run away with Mukund then what is the warrant that he won't leave me here.

"He is happy with me." She reasoned with her conscience.

He can pretend as well. He is good in pulling up pretence.

"He asked me to trust him. He made me understand that trust is important."

Just because he wants to make these days bearable. You both were getting on each other's nerves. He has to do something to make peace.

"But...But...he kisses me so much. Doesn't that mean he likes me?" Anahita desperately tried to find one reason, one solid reason to trust him enough to reveal what she thought of him and that she was ready to be his laundress.

He kissed you even before you agreed for that twelve days deal. He kissed you back in India as well. He is a control freak, he loves to exercise dominance and how could he probably like you after knowing what was your agenda for this marriage. He is just making peace till you are with him and he wouldn't want to do anything with you just like your parents.

It would always be a canker sore to her that how easily her parents left her alone. Her father, apparently, had time to call her mother in law but she was dead to him. Her mother not for once asked how she was doing? She knew what was Anahita's emotional state when she got married and not for once, her mother bothered to ask how was she coping up with Yuvraaj and his family. It was sheer luck that Yuvraaj has been more understanding than her parents could ever be but still.....wasn't Anahita their daughter? Was the prestige and fame everything?

"Anahita!" A soft tap on the door brought her out of her reverie. "Yes?"

"Come out. I have packed the clothes and we need to get ready for the ball, remember?"

Live this moment, Anu. Don't think about future! Enjoy this moment as much as you can!