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

When Asmaira woke up, she felt tired and exhausted. It never happened before that her body was protesting to wake up and pain in her lower body. It was unusual. When her eyes flickered she saw, she was alone on the bed, naked.

She flushed when she recollected last night. What surprised her more was Amaan calls her Aashi. Only her mother and Raina used to call her by that name.

Slowly she sat up, holding the quilt tightly. She was nervous and shy to face Amaan now that last night’s passion was drained out, and she was sober. Thinking Amaan could be in the bathroom, her stomach was doing somersaults.

However, she noticed that the bathroom room was open, indicating Amaan was not there. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock.

“Ma’am, Madam Hashmi is waiting for you at the dinner table,” Maya called her.

She startled, thinking Maya would see her like that, but she mentally slapped herself when she realized her stupidity. She hastily took her shower, knowing Fariya was waiting for her and it would be disrespectful, making her wait for more.

She scolded herself for sleeping till late and was creating all scenarios of asking for an excuse from Fariya for being late at breakfast. When Asmaira rushed into the dining hall, only females of the family were seated.

“Sorry I am late,” she excused herself; however, when Ishaal noticed Asmaira, her eyes got wide, and she immediately nudged Hania, who too had the same expression as Ishaal.

“Sorry,” Asmaira said again, not sure about the amusement in their expression.

Do I look odd? I didn’t have time to see myself in the mirror, she thought.

“Why are you two giggling?” Fariya noticed the sense of amusement happening between her daughters-in-law.

“Nothing Ma, so Asmaira, did you sleep well last night?” Hania asked.

Asmaira blushed instantly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Ishaal and Hania, who were now smirking at her.

“Yes,” she paused and said again, “Yes, I don’t know. I was feeling tired; maybe I was tired because of the seminar.”

“Ah, are you still tired?” Ishaal asked while Hania found it difficult to hold her laugh.

Asmaira was not sure where the conversation was heading or why Ishaal was looking at her like that. When Fariya, who was suspicious about their odd behavior, saw Hania pointing towards Asmaira’s neck, she understood. She beamed brightly, but after one pleading look from Hania, she continued to act ignorant.

“No, I mean I am fine now,” Asmaira replied, but when she saw Fariya looking at her with contentment, she got more confused.

“By the way, what happened to your neck?” Ishaal asked again with an innocent look.

Upon hearing her question, when Asmaira turned to see her neck in a mirror, she was stunned. Her neck was covered with many purplish marks. Memories of last night flash, and her face turn red as a tomato, making Hania finally let go of her fits of laughter.

Embarrassed, Asmaira dared not to make eye contact with anyone, mumbled, “Mosquito bites.”

“Oh,” Ishaal paused for a few seconds to control her laugh and said again, “Next time, ask the mosquito not to bite you.” Having said that, both Hania and Ishaal burst out laughing.

Now Asmaira understood her lie was caught long before she said it. Not knowing what to do, she immediately tried to excuse herself; however, Fariya grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Now, you two, don’t embarrass her already,” she defended her, though she too was trying to control her laugh over Asmaira’s lame attempt.

When Fariya was alone with Asmaira, she kissed Asmaira on her forehead before saying, “Thank you for coming into my son’s life.” With that, she left blushing Asmaira behind.

Asmaira was lost in her daze the entire day, thinking how Amaan had called her Aashi and how she saw the love for her in his eyes. When she married Amaan, she lost all hopes of finding someone who will love her, but her dream came true last night.

“Kabir, what should I wear for your Dadda?” she asked her son, who was playing with her long locks.

“Maybe something in blue, that’s his favorite color,” she said while tickling him, making him giggle.

One part of Asmaira was eager to meet Amaan, and the other was nervous. She wanted to meet him badly as well as to hide from him.

Once she was sure Kabir was sleeping, she went ahead and dressed up for Amaan. She opted for a royal blue dress as it was Amaan’s favorite color. She ditched her glasses like last night and again put on light makeup. Applying kohl and mascara while opting for simple lip balm. She didn’t need to use blush as her cheeks were already hot with anticipation.

Why did he leave me in the morning? Should I ask or let him say first? She thought.

While she was brushing her hair, she was still debating about her own feelings for Amaan.

He is my husband; how can I deny him his rights? I can’t say no to him. Her heart was justifying her while her mind taunted her. Oh really! Why didn’t you let him touch you before then?

Really, why didn’t I stop him, and why do I feel happy? Do I really have feelings for him, or I obliged to him as gratitude for everything he did for me? Why do I feel happy whenever he is around me then?

It was evening, and Asmaira knew it was time for Amaan to come back from the office, and she was waiting on the balcony to see him. Minutes passed, but there was no sight of Amaan. Thinking he might be busy with his work, Asmaira politely declines when Maya called her for dinner instead; she waited for Amaan to have it with him alone.

The hours passed, yet there was no sign of Amaan. Kabir was still asleep in her room. It was around midnight, and Asmaira was pacing to and fro in her room anxiously.

Is he alright? I should have asked Jamshed Bhai, stupid Asmaira, she scolded herself in her anxiety.