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

"You always gain by giving love"-Reese Witherspoon

Hey, lovelies!  

This chapter is to define Amaan's character before and after. Don't skip if you want to know him better.  Yes, he is sexy and filthy rich.

LOVE and PEACE.

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Amaan Hashmi, tall and handsome, good-looking man any girl could die for. He was considered a Greek God with 6 ft tall heights, emerald green eyes, a sharp nose, and a chiseled jawline. His broad shoulders, flat ABS, and perfect body made him once the most eligible bachelor. Not many knew that with a perfectly sculpted body and looks, he also owned a golden heart. A self-made millionaire, the youngest son of Salar Hashmi, and the future heir to Hashmi Industries.

Unlike other heirs, he never took help from his father's empire to build his company. He attained great success in a short period with his intelligence and his hard work. Being the youngest millionaire at the age of 23, people always thought of him to be arrogant and cold; much to their surprise, he was easy-going, down-to-earth, and a very kind person. Though born with the silver spoon, he was the humblest person who never revealed his family background. He didn't desire to attain anything in life because of his background. He wanted to prove himself based upon his natural endowment and not his background. Whether it was his schooling or university studies, he was always a topper and never held a high air about himself.

As if his intelligence was not enough, he was blessed with a great personality and look that any girl or, as a matter of fact, a guy could die for. A secret joke that runs in his family is that good looks are hereditary in their household; whether it is his father or his elder brothers, everybody seems blessed with great looks and a dashing personality. Unlike him, his father and brother have high air about themselves. They believe one has to carry forward their family legacy in society to not attract unwanted business consequences. In personal life, his father and brother were kind-hearted; however, when it comes to business, as if their alter ego gets into the picture. Where ever they are, they seem to pass around an invisible aura of nobility around themselves. 

Although they look the same, what differentiates Amaan from his father were the cute dimples and the emerald eyes, which he inherited from his mother, which twinkle whenever he laughed. With that, his dimples grew deeper and deeper. This was also the first thing that attracted 'her' towards him still though she initially didn't know his background and thought of him as an orphan when they met in their university days.

She was his batchmate and the most feared female in the university. She was an extrovert who can never stand injustice, no matter how big the opponent was. An outspoken who never sugar coat her opinion or mince with words to attain favoritism. An average student with extraordinary guts. Unlike other females, she never pretends to get attention; instead, she formed and led a boy gang in the university. Due to her nature, she was soon the most feared female. The exact opposite of feminism, yet she never looked like any wannabee tomboy, with her signature light brown hair and similar color set of eyes. Many envied her beauty, yet she was the most simple girl with daring guts—a DEADLY COMBINATION.

Their initial meeting could be described as horrendous. Amaan always teased her by reminding their first meet, which would irritate her to the core. Once she became so pissed off, she actually punches him hard on his chest.

"Ouch! Raina! Can you for once act feminine?" Amaan said, rubbing his chest, acting as if he was really hurt while Raina was glaring at him, ready to attack him with another punch. 

"Nobody will believe how my wife tortures me, assault me, " he stated, trying very hard to sound like a victim like an innocent child.

Raina was well aware of his pretentious act and how he controls the situation. But as she was about to punch him again, he gently grabbed her palm and placed it on his chest while he was profoundly staring into her brown orb.

"You can never hurt me no matter what, and I love the way your heart melts seeing me in pain," Amaan said.

Raina blushed so hard and attempted not to look into his deep emerald eyes, not to deviate her anger. Yet, somehow she melted the moment he kissed her on the lips.

"RAINA........." screamed Amaan waking up from his dream. The shirt he was wearing the other day was still on, soaked with his perspiration. He can't stop having dreams about her, though he attempted to indulge in alcohol, which his family vehemently opposed. To ward off any confrontation, he started living alone in his penthouse, which he gifted Raina on their anniversary.

He is no longer the same charismatic Amaan; instead, he turned cold-blooded without any emotions. It's been a long since he smiles forgets about laughing. All the time, he indulges himself either in work or alcohol. He left his family mansion and started living alone because he doesn't want them to pity him, be concerned about him. In contrast, all he wanted is to get Raina back, which even he knew would never happen. Wheresoever he went, all he could think of Raina, his home, his room, his office, even his friends remind him of her. 

People who used to enjoy his company started avoiding him, afraid of his uncontrollable outburst. His employees began fearing, and once, a female employee had a panic attack seeing his explosion.    He could not focus on his work and instead started losing his project one after the other. Unable to understand what was happening to him, he started venting his anger on anybody anywhere.