Let me Hate you by Anjaani (the reading list .TXT) 📗

Regret

His last words unleash the multitude of guilt and repent she was holding, till now, making her mind blank.

He loosens her wrist and back slapped her, causing her to fall heavily on the floor.

Asmaira, wake up. It’s not the time to be lost. Her mind was repeatedly warning her; however, she was lost in the memory of the day when Raina died.

Though her body was reacting to Amaan’s proximity and the threats, she could not bring back her senses as her guilt was eating up her conscience.

Making her face him by her fisting her hair, he growled, “Should I remind you about that day?”

Slap

“How badly she wants to talk to you?”

Slap.

“How much agony she was in?”

Slap.

“Should I remind you what you said to her?”

Slap.

This time the slap was so brutal she tasted blood in her mouth, but she did not defend herself.

Tearing her saree completely, he said, “You said I wish you never get peace, I wish you die a painful death,” pulling her hair vigorously, he tore her skirt till her thigh was completely visible.

He pushed her roughly to the floor and walked away, running his hand in his hair in frustration. Clearly, he was in the same agony as he was on the day Raina died. His eyes were moist, but he didn’t want to cry, not in front of the person responsible for it.

On the other hand, Asmaira guilt reached its peak, and she was ready to face her punishment. She no longer had the strength to live with the guilt. Yes, it was her fault that Kabir lost his mother; If she had just talked to Raina that day. She was lying on her stomach semi-naked. Her blouse and skirt were on the verge of falling and were merely covering her modesty.

While she was waiting for her punishment, he pulled her from the floor and threw her on the bed. He mounted her, roughly pulling her to face him, and was biting her neck.

As if lost in another world, Asmaira, not responding to his attack, whispered, “Raina,” while a lone tear fell from her eyes.

When Amaan was about to tear her remaining clothes to enter her forcefully, he heard Raina’s scream, “AMAAN.”

Stunned, he stopped, and then reality hit him when he saw motionless Asmaira beneath him, with bruises all over her neck and a swollen face.

With his weak legs, he moved away, clearly shocked at his own behavior. He was sure he heard Raina’s scream and was angry at himself.

Pulling Asmaira by her arms, he jerked her to wake her up as she was staring at him blankly.

“I told you DON’T PROVOKE ME TO DO ANYTHING TO YOU,” he screamed the last part and threw her out on the balcony, himself falling on the floor the next moment.

Asmaira was in her college cafeteria crying like always. These days it was usual for her to cry at least once a day. She could not cope with her father’s overbearing attitude since the day Raina left, and at college, her seniors were harassing her as she was a weak person. This was the time when she needed Raina the most, but she could not do anything. While lost in her thoughts, she received a call from an unknown number. Initially, she didn’t answer; however, seeing that the caller was persistent, she got annoyed and answered finally.

“Aashi.”

Asmaira froze.

Wait, Raina called. Asmaira was overwhelmed. After so many years, her sister called her, and she called when she needed her the most.

Not hearing her response Raina hesitated, but again called her out, “Aashi baby, how are you?”

Raina’s voice was sounding hoarse, and she was taking a long breath to talk.

“Aashi, please talk to me. I need you,” Raina cried out.

Hearing her sister Asmaira was lost in reacting, and she did what she never did, she hurt her with her words.

“What? Do you need me? I am sorry, you are calling the wrong person,” Asmaira squawked.

“Please, I am really sorry, sorry, my baby sister,” Raina was crying, but there was something different about her voice, as if she was in pain.

“I am sorry, but my sister died 5 years ago, and even if she was alive, I wish she would die in pain. I wish she would never be at peace,” with that, she disconnected the call and slumped on the floor, clutching her chest tightly as if someone was stabbing her.

The next afternoon Amaan woke up with the continuous ring of his phone. Cursing, he answered the call and abruptly got up when he heard his father’s voice on the other side. However, the next moment when he saw the condition of the room, he was shocked. He didn’t even listen to what his father spoke and observed the room.

He saw himself lying on the floor only in his boxer, and Asmaira’s torn clothes were shattered everywhere. He ignored his throbbing headache and started recollecting the previous night’s event. Clutching his head, he stood up.

No….no…..no, his mind started rushing.

He immediately opened the balcony door, and the scene in front of him made him shudder. Asmaira was lying on her stomach, semi-naked with a scarce piece of cloth covering her modesty. There were bruises all over her body, and when he staggered towards her, he saw bite marks on her neck. Her face was swollen and looks unrecognizable.

“No...no...I didn’t... I didn’t, right?” he murmured while running his hand in his hair.

With his shaky hands, he pulled Asmaira in his arms and tried to wake her up.

“Asmaira, Asmaira wake up.”

He could clearly see her tear-stained face and bloodied lips. Her pale face was covered with handprints. If not for her shallow breathing, he thought she looked like a corpse.

“Please just wake up, please tell me I didn’t…... I didn’t force you,” he was patting her cold cheeks and begging.

He almost lost his hope and was about to call someone for help when her eyelashes fluttered, making him hold her firmly. However, the next moment Asmaira’s reaction broke his heart.

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