Let me Hate you by Anjaani (romantic novels in english .TXT) 📕
For one, it was a journey of regret which she has to live for the rest of her life. But why?.
For other, he was forced yet he promised to seek revenge for sure., for seeking "Her" place. Who is Amaan referring to as "Her"?
Who is this "loved ones" that connects both Asmara and Amaan and why do they hate each other so much without even meeting each other?
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- Author: Anjaani
- Serie: «Hate series»
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Stop shaking your hand and get a grip on the knob, her mind was suggesting.
Holding one hand in another, she tried to make her hand stop shaking; however, the next moment, she heard a whistling sound followed by the closing of the balcony door.
“No, no, no, no…..“ she was whispering.
She turned around to see Amaan strolling towards her, removing his tie and cufflinks.
Without breaking the stare, she was banging the door, “Help, please open the door.”
Within the next second, she saw him, rolling his sleeves and unbuttoning his shirt.
Her heels fell from her grip, her tears falling rapidly, knowing well what was coming.
Without thinking, she started screaming and banging the door for her dear life.
“Please,.................help…………...please open the door.”
Her breathing stopped when she saw one hand just beside her waist and another on the doorknob.
“Let me try to open it,” she heard him say, fanning her back.
Run Asmaira, Run. Her mind was yelling.
She turned around to make a move, but in a flash, he grabbed her from the waist and smirked, “Oh! I forgot, I only locked the door.”
“W...why?” she stammered, not daring to look at him while pushing him.
Pinning both her hands behind her, he pulled her closer and said, “I wanted to talk to you alone without any disturbance.”
She made a mistake and looked into his eyes only to regret it. She saw hatred, rage, and ...she couldn’t figure out the other emotion she saw in his eyes. She started hiccuping.
“Please…” was all she could manage in between her hiccups.
Hiccup? Suddenly Raina's memory flashed.
They were on their date when she said, “I find it cute when she is terrified she hiccups,” rolling his eyes, Amaan said, “Raina, my baby, we are on a date, instead of talking about us, you are again talking about your brat sister.”
Coming back to his reality, Amaan pushed Asmaira to the wall and loosen his grip on her wrists.
“Are you afraid of me, baby?”
Baby?
“Please......Let..........Me..........Go, ” she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands.
“I…...sorry…...please…..forgive…..” she was desperately helpless and could not even finish a sentence.
Rubbing his thumb on her quivering lower lip, he replied, “Shhh! Don’t be afraid, see, we are just talking.”
“I realized I was wrong not treating you as my wife, but I want to start fresh.”
“And to mark our beginning, I thought of giving you a gift,” He leaned towards her while emphasizing the word gift.
“What gift do you want?” he asked while running his hand on her bareback, freezing her breath.
“Please…...no….” she said while sobbing. Let me rather die than face the humiliation; she was crying inside.
“How about giving you a baby tonight, so you won’t bother Kabir anymore?” with this, he glared at her.
She violently trembled, making every effort to get out of his grip and run.
Bathroom, yes, haven, with that thought, she pushed him with all her force and ran towards the bathroom; however, after taking two steps, he was quick enough to catch her wrist.
Twisting the wrist behind, he made her turn around and pulled closer to him, closer enough to hear her throbbing heart, more intimate enough to feel her numb body, closer enough to feel her heavy breath fanning his face, closer enough to feel her chest rapidly moving with each breath.
“Don’t worry, I know it is your first time, and…” with that, he whispered in her ear in a dangerous voice, “I will be gentle with you.”
Next second, he pulled the same blouse string, which he tied a few minutes before, making her saree fall from her shoulder, exposing a part of her chest.
Think Asmaira, her mind yelled. Her last resort, her savior, she thought.
“Please let me go for Raina's sake, please, you love…..”. Before she could complete ‘you loved her,’ he pulled her hair roughly and glared at her.
“Dare you to call her name, dare you to use her again to save your ass like always,” he roared.
In an instant, he started laughing like a madman, “Did you forget how you killed her that day?”
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