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Kabir Hashmi was anything but gentle—or even human—when fueled by his hatred. ​ “Now, Zini. Say goodbye to mum and dad. We’re leaving. I have plans for you.” Kabir brushed hair from her face with icy calm. ​ He savored a perverse calm as her face flushed and her lips quivered. The violent shudders wracking her body at his nearness only deepened his cruel smile. ​ However, his expression faltered when Ziniya whispered, “No.” ​

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

I step inside with a deep, heavy, frustrated sigh. "Maybe it's time to give up this revenge thing," I mutter to myself. "For my own sanity.”

"That man, Mr. Hale. He really hates me. And there are more people like him, aren't there?" "Yes. There are." "Will they ever stop hating me?" "I don't know, Luna. Some people fear power they don't understand. That fear turns to hate." I pulled her close. "But you know what? You don't have to make everyone love you. You just have to be true to yourself. Be kind, be controlled, be the person you want to be. The people who matter will see that." "And the people who don't matter?" "We protect ourselves from them. Together."

“At least he knows that you are watching, that you still care for him after what happened.” “I don’t think he ever thought that I care for him. He hates me, remember?” I remembered, “I wish I have noticed it sooner, so I could have done something about it.” How could we make the people who hate us unhate us? Are we supposed to change ourselves? Or do the things that they like even it is against us? I don’t think that people could hate you just because you are a specific kind of person, or just because you live in a different way. Hate is a strong word, and there has to be a grave reason behind it.

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

The pain is worse than a stake driving into your heart. "Leave!" He barks at me. I hate Trent. I fucking hate Trent. ******

This must stop, whatever is going on between us is very wrong. "Believe to her, then. No one stopping you, in fact, that's what I wanted," I said. He looked confused now. "What? Aliyah, what are you talking about?" I looked him in his eyes. "I want you to hate me, I want you to be mad at me. I want to be bad in your eyes, I don't want you looking at me with love and kindness. I want you to look at me with hatred and disgust. Do you understand me, Henry? Hate me please, just hate me. Walk away from me from now on," I said then turned my back to him.

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica