Let me Hate you by Anjaani (romantic novels in english .TXT) 📕

Amaan felt helpless for the second time in his life, first when Raina died, and he couldn't comprehend what he should do to stop what was going to happen. Without waiting the next second, he sprinted towards his car, waiting outside the airport, and drove, leaving the driver behind. Seeing his young master in haste, he had to call Salar and inform him.

While driving, he got Asmaira's location and immediately hit the accelerator, leaving his neighboring cars immediately jerking suddenly. As per the navigation, it would take him 40mins to reach the destination, and he doesn't want to imagine what will happen if he is late by any chance.

When Salar got to know about Amaan's antics, he immediately called him; however, his number was constantly busy. On the other hand, Amaan was frantically dialing Asmaira's number.

30 minutes away, Amaan was honking at the cars like a madman, earning a furious glare from the neighboring passengers besides, he had other matters which required his attention.

20 minutes away, “Please God, I will do anything, just let Asmaira and my child be safe, this is all my fault. I hurt her and now I am paying. Please punish me, but not my child,” Amaan pleaded anxiously.

10 minutes away, “Amaan, why weren't you answering my calls?" Salar said while his voice couldn't hide his concern for his son.

“Dad, something happened to Asmaira, I can't talk now, will call you back," with that, he disconnected the call. He couldn't tell Salar about what Asmaira was up to.

“Mrs. Hashmi, your reports are out, the doctor wants to meet you,” one of the nurses called out Asmaira.

“This seems to be your first pregnancy, you never mentioned before,” the doctor raised her eyebrow questioning Asmaira.

“Yes, I am not prepared for it right now.” 

“Well, if that's what you want, I will give you the pill, take whenever you are ready for it. It will hurt a bit, but in case you can't manage the pain, then I suggest you immediately come to the hospital,” with that, she dismissed Asmaira.

Holding the pill in her shaky hand, Asmaira was staring at it. Although she had given a thought about her decision, she couldn't drag her hand towards her mouth. She was seconds away from doing what she intended to do, however, her conscience was stabbing her.

How could you kill your child? for your mistake, you can let your child pay.

She closed her eyes, letting her tears fall, and imagine Kabir.

I was never meant to be a mother, my salvation from my guilt was being only Kabir's mother and not to dream about having my kids. I can't force Amaan to love him because of my child. I can't betray my sister's soul and live happily.

Remembering Amaan's dimple smile brought a sense of serenity in her chaotic mind. She immediately grabbed her phone to see if he read her message, however, she noticed several missed calls from not only Amaan but Fariya too.

Without a second thought, she called Amaan, who was 5 minutes away from her. When Amaan's phone vibrated, he immediately answered without looking at the id, at the same time he missed to notice a  speeding trunk coming from the other side of the junction.

“Hello,” he said while panting.

When Asmaira was about to reply, at the same time Amaan took a sharp turn, making the tire skid on the slippery road. He lost control over his car and as he was driving at a high speed, he couldn't manage to push the brake to stop the car. All Asmaira could hear on the other side of the phone was a bang sound and the line went dead.

“Amaan,” was all she could say before passing out.

Why does my body hurt so much? What's that annoying noise I hear? Amaan tried to open his eyes, but he felt as if his mind and body lost its coordination. Manning, all his strength, he opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the grass. 

With the support of his weak arms, he tried to sit up and notice his surroundings.

Why does this place look so familiar? He thought.

He looked around and noticed he was in a park, a familiar park, which he was not able to recollect. Gradually he stood on his feeble legs. He caught a glimpse of someone sitting on a bench at a distance with their back towards Amaan. Upon looking closely, he noticed it was a woman in a white dress with her silky hair flowing with the wind.

As if on a cue, she turned around, and Amaan's breath halted. 

“Raina,” he said more like a whisper. He blinked rapidly to confirm whether it was real or his imagination. 

She waved towards him and gestured to him to sit beside her. By the time he was out of his confusion, he had noticed he was already in front of her. She smiled, looking at his confused expression.

“Can't believe it's me?” she said with her charismatic smile.

There were thousands of questions running in Amaan's mind, but out of everything, he asked, “Where are we?”

She frowned, noting he couldn't remember the place, but chose to answer him, “It's the same park where you proposed to me after I left my parent's house.”

“Oh, that's why it looked familiar,” He replied.

There was an awkward silence between them. Amaan couldn't help but look at Raina, who was looking at a distance and was silent.

“Why are we here?” he finally couldn't help but ask.

“Well, you should tell me that, why are we here?” Raina replied, still not looking at him.

She looks the same, beautiful. Amaan thought with a smile. 

When he raised his hand to caress her face, he heard a voice coming from a distance. It sounded like someone was crying.

“You want to know who is crying?” Raina asked, observing his distraction.

“I don't know; it just sounds so familiar, as if I know that voice,” as he said that, he felt something wet on his face. He realized it was a tear.