Let me Hate you by Anjaani (top reads txt) 📖

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Asmaira is an epitome of simplicity with a cute heart-shaped face, sharp nose, and small lips. She has a petite body with a lean personality which she almost covered with her baggy clothes. She hated the way men looked at the woman and made sure she won't attract unwanted attention. Her long light brown hair falls to her waist, which was also her biggest enemy as she could not put them on hold. No matter how much she tries, her hair could never settle, as if it has its own brain. She has big brown eyes, clear as crystal; one could see her soul just by looking at her eyes. The same goes with her face; whatever she was thinking was always clearly visible on her face. Her family used to make fun of her for being an open book that anybody can see through.

She was not the most beautiful woman yet; her superlative innocence would attract anyone, unlike her sister, who was beautiful as well as bold. She always laughed, stating that the only thing she inherited from her mother was her color, a shade of pink and nothing else. She didnt not even inherit her character. Everything about her was an open book, whether it was crystal clear eyes or her blushed skin, which would immediately turn red even with a slight change in her mood.

"I think you were adopted." her sister told her seriously one day. 

"Haha, nice joke," Asmaira mocked her. 

"No, I am serious. We all have a father`s personality, including his eye color and mum`s strong character, complete extrovert, look at you, you don`t look like father, nor you are not strong like mum. It's so easy to bully you. Never tell anyone you are my sister. Otherwise, people won't take me seriously."

 Having said that, she walked away, while Asmaira was almost in tears thinking whatever her sister just told made sense. Why can't she be like her sister or elder brother, who is daring and outspoken? Why was she so different from them?

Suddenly she heard a sudden burst of laughter behind her. Not knowing what was happening, she turned around to see her sister and elder brother laughing, holding their stomach. The confusion on her face made the situation funnier, and they started rolling on the floor. Her mother, who was standing there trying hard not to laugh at her daughter's innocence, could not hold it further and told them.

"Enough! Both of you, when will you stop bullying her".

Asmaira, who was still in confusion, asked her mother bluntly. "Am I Adopted?"

The laughter, which stopped, suddenly started again when they heard her question, and this time even her mother could not help but laugh.

"Oh my dear Ashi, your sister had a bet with your brother to make you believe that you are adopted and look at you, so naive to believe her words and start crying," she said while wiping Asmaira`s tears.

Suddenly, her sister and brother came over and told her, "Don`t worry, only we can bully you and won`t let anybody hurt you" they were still giggling, yet their words were clear. The entire week she didn`t talk to either her brother or her sister, but Asmaira was Asmaira, a simple act of love, and she would forget everything.

Unlike other women, she hated using any cosmetics or, as a matter of fact, any makeup. As per her father, Ehsan, girls with bad character will use makeup to seduce men and get dumped by them like a plaything. She was very close to her family, especially her father, and her only dream was to make him proud. She blindly follows the decision taken by her father, including her education.

Hence, she never had any dream as she knows her father would always think best for her, and she doesn`t need to plan anything, including her marriage. When it came to relationships, she was old school, though many boys tried to approach her every time her sister and brother came to her rescue. 

She was good with her studies, unlike her other siblings, and that's why her father wanted her to pursue architecture. Everything in her life was going great. Great family, surrounded by friends, and her dream to fulfill her father`s dream and be an architect. She thought things will never go wrong and they will live happily ever after until AMAAN HASHMI happened in her life.

She never knew her life would no longer be so happily ever after he came into their lives and took away all the happiness.