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

A week has passed since that day, and Asmaira, in her guilt, took asylum in Kabir’s room whenever Amaan was in the mansion. She even started skipping breakfast-making an excuse for early classes. Amaan was growing restless on not able to see Asmaira in so many days. Once, he even tries to confront her in Kabir’s room but stopped himself, thinking he already hurt her, and it was ok on her part to avoid him.

However, he lost his cool when he encountered her playing with Kabir in the garden, and upon seeing Amaan, she ran like a frightened rabbit. Her action made his heart bleed. He didn’t know why he felt angry as well, hurt by her action.

Thinking he might one day forcibly make her talk to him and end up hurting her again, he made an excuse for his new gaming project and went for a 3-week business trip, though he could have sent his business associate, though the trip was only for a week. Throughout the journey, he was looking at his phone every now and then as if expecting a call from Asmaira. He even called once on her phone, but as usual, it was Kabir who used to mumbles broken words.

Nevertheless, when he returned, he realized that she went to her parent’s house along with Kabir. He grew agitated, knowing Asmaira was deliberately hiding from him. But why? Is she punishing me?

Shouldn’t she be avoiding you? His conscience taunts him.

It has been more than 2 months that he saw Asmaira, and with each passing day, he was growing restless. He felt as if he was going to lose something. His emotions were making him suffocate, and there was this constant pain he felt in his chest.

On the day when Asmaira returned from her parent’s house, she stayed in Kabir’s room. When she noted Amaan was not at home, she went to their room to get her belongings. The room was dark, and she didn’t bother to turn the light on. Taking small steps, she strolled towards the bed and collapsed on the bed.

His familiar scent still lingers in the bedding, and this was making her hurt. She longed to see him and feel him around her, but she knew that she would lose control over her emotions if she saw him. She wept silently, holding his pillow. The next moment she startled when the lights suddenly turned on, and when she turned around, she saw Amaan looking at her.

“Did I disappoint you with my presence, or were you expecting the room to be empty and you can avoid me as usual?“ he questioned her with an emotion unknown to Asmaira.