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

Few days before marriage...

"Are you sure? Is this your final decision?" Asmaira's father asked, seeing she still looked skeptical.

However, she replied, "Yes," without adding anything.

He stormed out of her room, leaving her behind. No one knew what had happened between the father and the daughter; the moment he left her room, disappointment was all over his face, and regret was on her face. Yet neither of them tried to talk again.

Somewhere at the other side of the city, in his penthouse, for a change, Amaan was not indulged in his daily dose of wine as he had already been in a good mood knowing that his trick has already worked and now his family will no longer bother him about marriage anymore. He anticipated what would happen in Asmaira's place. He mentally prepared himself to pretend in front of his family, especially his mother, as he did not want to break the promise nor want to hurt her.

He was still in his thoughts when his phone rang. As expected, his mother called to inform him about the other side's decision. While he was secretly celebrating his victory, he got the shock of his life.

Asmaira agreed to get married to him. She indeed agreed to be his second wife, though she was still single.

How? What? Why? These questions were seen on his face. How could his calculation go wrong?

He still could not believe it and thought his mother was playing some sort of trick with him. 

"What? Are you sure?" he could not help but ask out loud,

Listening to him on the other side of the phone, his mother smiled; you thought you could win this time.

The moment he put across the condition, she knew this would be the outcome, yet she did not react. She didn't want her son to see through her.

"Absolutely," she said before hanging up the call.

She knows her son very well and what all tricks he had up in his sleeve. 

The only sound Amaan could hear was the disconnecting of the call, and he went totally blank, even forgetting that the call had already ended, yet he didn’t remove it from his ear. "Why?" he kept asking himself this question n number of times, hoping that by any miracle, he would get an answer. Didn’t Raina tell Asmaira hated him to the core, then why did she agree to marry me? We have not even seen each other, yet she agreed. Is she up-to some game? Did she agree to marry him for some sort of revenge? He already knows the answer to his last question. His nostril flared, and the level of anger he felt was un-measurable. After all, what she did, will she have a face to take revenge against him? 

Amaan always hated people like Asmaira, who was always at the mercy of others, who never took a stand for herself, always hid behind people when the difficult time came, who never fought back, always a burden for people who care about them. Though Amaan had never seen Asmaira, nor was he judgmental, whatever he heard about her made him realize she was timid, naive, an introverted good-for-nothing woman, just like the over-pampered child in the family who only knew how to act cute. How can he forget how much Raina suffered because of her innocent pretentious act. 

'She dares to take Raina's place.'

How can he let that scheming witch like her take Raina's place? No! He roared, throwing away his phone, and went out to meet his mother. No way on earth will he let her put her foot in their home.

He drove like a madman all the way to his mansion. Time was ticking, and he didn't have much time to play around. 

When the car screeched and halted in front of the mansion, his mother already knew who the visitor was and what they were going to talk about; she knew how to convince her stubborn son.'I am your mother, son, and not the other way round,' she thought, smiling.

Amaan could not see or feel anything at that moment; he just wanted to see his mother and cancel the wedding. He didn't even notice the servant looking shocked and bowing to him. He was lost in his anger; he just burst into his mother's room. What he saw froze him, why so many servants were standing in his mother's room, and where was she? As his sight landed on his mother, he could not stop trembling.

No, no, this can't be happening, he thought. He rushed towards his mother, who was lying on her bed and was unconscious. He could not see his father, brother, or his sister-in-law. Where is everybody? How can his mother be all alone? He noticed that already the doctor was called and he was examining his mother. Amaan patiently held his mother's palm waiting for the doctor to review her condition. 

Once he was done, he gestured to Amaan to have a quick talk.

"Nothing to be scared of. Due to her age and the amount of stress she is going through, she passed out and...." The doctor said, stopping in mid of his talk and looked at Amaan as if thinking whether to tell him further or not.

Amaan noticed this and asked, "And?"

"Lately, she complained of sleeplessness, and I suggested her pills, though continued usage of it will be harmful seeing her age and the level of stress she is in. If this continues, I am afraid she might be affected severely because she already has high blood pressure, leading to stroke. As a family doctor, I suggest you not let her overthink or be under any sort of stress. I am afraid she is not strong enough to handle it."

Listening to all this, Amaan's world was shattered. He already lost a loved one, and he could not handle the same pain of losing again. He knew he would lose his mind if something like that happened again. The anger, which was their previous, all disappeared after listening to the doctor's review. 

After the doctor left, Amaan sat beside his mother, holding her hand, scared that if he left her hand, she would leave him. He kept looking at his mothers like a 3-year-old boy with so much concern and affection. Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, he kissed her on her forehead, murmuring, "If that makes you happy, I will do it."