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

Asmaira was overwhelmed, she was seeing Kabir after so many days, and all her lost hope seemed to have arisen when Mehwish helped her.

As promised, Asmaira was safely called out when Amaan came. He noticed Asmaira’s face was relaxed, and she seemed to be happy.

So stupid! Anybody can read her face. Now, what is she up to? Amaan squinted.

When he inquired to Mehwish, suspicious about Asmaira, she simply denied him.

Soon Asmaira, with the help of Mehwsih, was able to look after Kabir, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

On the Party day;

“Asmaira, your dress, and beautician are ready, go and get dressed,” Ishaal said while going through the last-minute preparation.

Since it was her first appearance as Amaan’s wife after her marriage, Fariya had already told Ishaal and Hania to prepare for her.

Before Asmaira could reply, Mehwish interrupted her, “Let me take care of her, Ishaal. Mr. Rodriguez is here to meet you.”

Mr. Rodriguez was the event planner specially hired from France for the party. When Ishaal heard, she smiled and replied, “Ah! Thank you so much, and I am sorry I could not take care of Asmaira.” With that, she left.

The inside of the mansion was now well decorated with an unending series of bright lights.

The garden area was completely covered in white and golden lawn chandeliers with a vast fountain covered with lights at the center, along with seating arrangements. Inside the mansion, one area was designed with various expensive wines and alcohol, with many good-looking bartenders serving the guests. The poolside was again designated with white and purple hyacinth flew directly from turkey.

Fariya was seen attending the guest while Ishaal and Hania, as the Hashmi family's young mistress, were looking over all the arrangements and standing beside their mother-in-law, greeting the guests. Mehwish and Asmaira were still to arrive.

While Salar and Jamshed were busy greeting their business partners and the ministers, Amaan chose a quiet corner at the bar recollecting Raina’s memory during their previous party. She was beautiful, with elegance dripping from her. She was blessed with flawless curves, which she never shied away from flaunting, much to Amaan’s annoyance. During such parties, Amaan became a possessive husband while men used to admire Raina’s beauty. He still remembers her wearing a royal blue georgette saree which she themes with a black backless blouse wearing only a sapphire blue diamond necklace. The saree perfectly fitted her curves, making Amaan throat go dry with desire.

When Amaan requested another glass of wine, he saw someone and froze.

Same blue saree, He thought.

Was it he was too drunk or hallucination, but he saw a figure whose back was towards him. She was wearing a royal blue saree with a backless black blouse, though her long, lustrous curls were covering most of her back: same dress and the same figure.

“Raina.....”

He wanted to see her, he wanted to hold her tight in his embrace, he wanted to feel her again. He immediately stood and walked briskly towards her, however the moment she was called, and she turned, he stopped. His elation turned into rage. He subconsciously called her name, ASMAIRA.