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Torment
“I gave her,” When Feriha said, Amaan’s retort was quick, “Don’t lie to me, Ma.”
“Raina wanted it to be auctioned.”
Raina’s name stilled him, “what?”
“What you heard. It is the last piece in the auction, and I gave it to Asmaira to wear for the final act,” when Feriha confessed, Asmaira couldn’t help glancing at it again.
“Amaan, I know how it looks, but this is not the dress Asmaira was to wear. Th—” Hania was interrupted by Amaan, “Of course. She wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place, but here she is. Isn’t she?”
Seeing her son snarling like an agitated beast, Feriha i
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Let Me Hate You What is marriage
Triggering scene. If not comfortable, please skip the two chapters.As soon as Asmaira entered the room, she ran to the couch and slumped on it, her body quivering with her sobs.“I… I’m not jealous,” her murmurs escape in between her wails. Fisting the couch’s surface, she let out a heart wrecking cry. She lay there, crying her heart out, when a whoosh of cold wind made her halt. She raised her head, and soon another wave brushed her as if it was soothing her. She was about to stand when her steps were interrupted by the high heels. She removed them without caring for the blisters popping with her rough action. Her hair swayed with the wind that had her close her eyes, whispering, “Raina.”“I n-never envy you.”Her eyes opened to the view of the curtain swinging aside with the wind and the sliding door to their balcony appearing. She sniffled and walked out to where the breeze maneuvering her. Overwhelmed with her helplessness, regret, remorse, pain, and self-loath, she stopped at
Let Me Hate You Regret
“No, you didn’t.”Asmaira screamed when Amaan pushed her onto the bed, but not before grabbing the end of her saree and yanking it off her. Clutching her loosened blouse from falling off, Asmaira dropped on the bed. She had to hold on to the piece like her life depended on it. Amaan glared at her naked back, and his fury intensified, realizing he froze at the sight of it momentarily. Angered at his slip of emotion, he threw the saree on the floor and leaned on the bed. Asmaira, attempting to scoot to the other side, shrieked when he caught her ankle and pulled her towards him. “No!” she used her free leg to kick his hold on the other. Unfortunately for her, he grabbed both her ankles while saying, “You wanted to take Raina’s place. I will give it to you tonight.”Turning her around on her back and spreading her legs, he placed himself between them to put a stop to her attempt. “And every night. You will understand marriage is not a game, and every night I will be happy to make sur
Let Me Hate You First Night
Marriage!A day that is engraved deeply into one’s heart. For some people, it’s one of the best days of their lives; for some, it’s a new beginning. For some women, it’s a celebration of becoming someone’s ‘your’s forever,’ while for some, it means the union of soulmates—each perceiving the marital union as per their expectations. However, one thing that is common among them is love. Love for your would-be spouse or the love that is showered on them during the entire ritual.It is believed a girl looks magnificent on her wedding day, which is evident in the way a groom cries seeing the woman he loves as his bride. This all would have been true for Asmaira if she had been married under normal circumstances. Although her wedding happened just the way she had imagined, in her small house with only her family witnessing one of her best moments of life, she was anything but happy. For her, all that was said about marriage or finding a soulmate was far from reality. There she was, alone an
Let Me Hate You First Gift
Amaan glared at the girl with the glasses.He couldn’t help but feel disgusted looking at her bride’s attire. He was never the one to judge people or even mock them, but seeing her as his wife made him want to murder her in that instance. The entire evening he didn’t even know how he had been holding himself. If not for his mother’s disapproval stare or his brothers guarding him on their father’s insistence, he wouldn’t have stayed back till the priest started the wedding supplications.His throat clogged, and he had to force out the words, I do, when he was asked.Rejecting the vows was on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to leave the woman and humiliate her in front of hers and his family. Let her suffer through misery at his rejection, yet he ended up saying yes to the vows. He was still consoling his scarred soul after leaving the wedding venue when he received a call from his father. He felt like the universe was against him and was mocking him for his helplessness. He was still
Let Me Hate You Amaan Hashmi
Amaan Hashmi was tall and handsome with a dimpled smile. Considered to be a Greek God with 6 ft heights, intense emerald eyes, a sharp nose, and a chiseled jawline, not many knew he was the owner of a golden heart. His broad shoulders and perfect body made him once the most eligible bachelor, full of life and dreams to conquer the world. He was not only admired by his peers but also looked up to by many entrepreneurs for his business acumen and engaging personality.A self-made millionaire at the age of 23 and the youngest son of Salar Hashmi, he was prophesied to be the future heir to Hashmi Industries by many contemporaries, including his elder brother. With his strong family background and equally profound surname, people assumed him to be arrogant and self-centric, whereas the reality was far from it. Unlike other heirs, he was never the work to brag about his daddy’s money. Instead, without seeking financial help from his father or surviving on his father’s reputation, he built
Let Me Hate You Do or die
Amaan couldn’t help yelling, “I don't want to get married.”he was in the penthouse reminiscing his time with Raina there when the doorbell rang. At first, he thought it was housekeeping, but the intruder persistently rang the bell as if they knew he was inside. Irked at being disturbed, he opened the door only to freeze in his place, seeing his parents.His father spoke first, scrunching his nose as his son reeked of alcohol, “Thirty minutes, and I want to see you in the house.”Before Amaan could grasp it, his parents slid into the elevator with its door closed.Since the day he decided to leave his mansion and live in his penthouse with Raina’s memory, he didn't bother to visit his family or receive their call. A ruthless businessman, Salar Hashmi was known of, failed to talk to his son. He knew his younger son was stubborn to his core; however, he never expected him to stop living. Although he had many ways to speak to him, as a father, he never wanted to make it more difficult fo
Let Me Hate You Surprise
"Are you sure about this, Asmaira? Is this your final decision?" Asmaira's father, Ehsan, asked.They were seated in her room. With her head down and habitual licking of her lips, she looked skeptical, unsure of her decision. Ehsan was sure his daughter, who had never taken a step without consulting him or his wife, wouldn’t be able to make a decision and would, as usual, ask him to decide. However, he was in for a surprise when Asmaira replied with one word, "Yes."Unable to handle the anger, he stormed out of her room, leaving a terrified Asmaira behind. No one knew what had happened between the father and the daughter or what they had spoken. The moment he left her room, disappointment was marring his face, while regret was evident on hers. Yet neither of them talks on the same topic further.On the other side of the city, Amaan parched on his couch, for once not intoxicated in his regular intake of alcohol. He was in his penthouse, anticipating his mother's call. It never happened
Let Me Hate You Asmaira
"No, please...... I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't know." Asmaira was crying in her sleep, mumbling unconsciously."Please......"Still clad in her wedding dress, she was cowering in her nightmare."Don't leave me. I am sorry, " she kept crying, holding herself together while lying on the floor.With her messy scattered around here, she was shivering with her eyes closed. One look at her, and anybody can guess she was in pain even in her deep slumbers. Her face was covered with beads of sweat mixed with her tears. Not a day had passed when she didn't have nightmares since she heard that news—the news which turned her world upside down. The news, which caused an invisible hole in her heart that never let her be at peace, the restlessness never left her since that day, and no matter how much she tried, she could never fill that hole. Never in her life has she been so helpless, and to make it worse, her savior was also not there with her."Raina!" She screamed, jolting up from he
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