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

Asmaira requested Fariya to take her to leave along with Kabir. Amber kept following them and kept talking about his routine and day-to-day activities and hurdles that she faced. Asmaira listened to her like an obedient student as she wanted to learn about him as soon as possible.

Kabir's room was near Fariya's on the first floor, and as expected, it was lavishly decorated for him. The walls were decorated with light blue color along with various cartoon characters. Even he had a separate room for his closet, much to Amber's annoyance. Who would create a closet room for a toddler? she complained while folding his clothes. Though Asmaira already knows the answer to that. Like mother, like son. She smiled for the first time after her marriage recalling how Raina was obsessed with kids. She already decided the name for her babies way before her graduation.

Kabir! Much to Maya's surprise, Asmaira already knows his name, and why not, for years she has been listening to that name, how Raina could not stop being obsessed with the name. During family gatherings or any function, one could find Raina immersed with the kids, not bothering about where she was, how she was supposed to behave as a girl. The moment she sees babies, she jumps up and starts playing with them.

"Ma'am, Kabir is a fussy eater and doesn't eat much. It takes hours for me to feed him just a bowl," Amber interrupted her thoughts. All the while, she didn`t let go of Kabir, and even he could not keep away from her.

After meeting Kabir, time quickly flew for Asmaira, and she didn`t realize it was already dinner time, and as for the rules, all the family members will eat together. She was surprised as she thought in the morning that they don't each together. With all the events happening around her, she completely forgot about her fear, Amaan. She forgot that he was now her husband and is part of the family, which means he will also be there at that dinner table. With that realization, her steps halted in between, and she started trembling with fear. She remembered last night's incident, the hatred, the disgust which she saw in his eyes. How will he react when he comes to know about her and Kabir? One thing Asmaira was sure of, if he knows about her taking care of Kabir, he won't be happy.

I need to talk to Mrs. Hashmi. With that thought, she made her mind.

As told, Maya was around Asmaira as a shadow, even she was shocked when she saw her Madam crying seeing Kabir smiling.

Indeed, Madam knows what's best for her family. Who could have thought a simple plain looking girl like Asmaira would turn out to be the special one for Kabir? she thought while walking towards the dining area along with Asmaira.

Once the news spread to the maids about Kabir and Asmaira, a particular question was popping in their mind, including Maya's, Does she know Kabir even before the marriage?

It would not be wrong to say that Asmaira's house could be accommodated in the dining room. The room was big, no, enormous with 10 chairs, a table set with one wall covered with two ceilings to floor-length windows, showing the illuminated city's mesmerizing sight. A gigantic crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling just above the center of the round table, making the table a shadow of the chandelier. Though Asmaira doesn't know about the wealthy class's luxury and life, she was damn sure that the chandelier itself will cost in the millions just to decorate a dining room.

While she was still amazed and admiring the room with her open mouth, she noticed someone's gaze on her, and much to her horror, everybody was looking at her, while some were smirking at her expression, some were giggling, and one particular member was frowning at her. She immediately looked down; Hania could not control her amusement and laugh.

She looked like a 2-year-old with nothing but excitement seeing the chandelier. She was thinking while trying to hold her laugh; however, a stare from Salar made her quiet.

Salar sat at one corner of the table as head of the family while Fariya occupied the seat next to him. Salar's right-hand side seat was occupied by his elder son, followed by Hania. Beside Hania, Ishaal was sitting winking at Asmaira to cheer her from her embarrassment. Since her husband stayed abroad half of the year, the seat next to her was empty. When Asmaira was about to sit next to Ishaal, she was called by Fariya to sit beside her. Once everybody was seated, dinner was served, and the moment they started eating, Salar raised a question.

"Where is Amaan?"

Though it was not directed at anyone, Asmaira felt as if it was meant for her, and much to her horror, Salar directly looked at her. Everybody knew the answer except for Asmaira. Salar never had a good impression of her since the beginning, and like his son, he was not a fan of people like Asmaira.

So unlike her, he frowned while thinking.

Upon getting no reply, he took his phone out and called someone, "Find him," is all he said, and hung up the call. The rest of the dinner went silently, with Salar asking about business to his son. In between, he kept asking Hania and Ishaal about their business. Asmaira again felt like an odd one out. She somehow believed that Salar doesn't like her much and gave the same vibe as his son. She shuddered at that thought.

Sensing Asmaira's silence, Fariya squeezed her hand lightly and gave her a warm smile as if telling you are home.

Home!

Suddenly remembering home, Asmaira felt grieved; her eyes started to moist, and tears well up. She heard the screeching of tires, and sports cars stopped with a loud sound before she could react.

BANG!

As if her heart knew who it was, it started beating rapidly, her palms began sweating, and she tightly held her dress to stop herself from trembling again; now that she was in front of everybody, she can't show her fear.