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

Kabir is missing

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Asmaira looked at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying.

“I said get out of my house right now before I kill you,” he growled.

Seeing her unmoved, he pounced on her and dragged her mercilessly out of the mansion, throwing her roughly on the ground.

“Driver!” he yelled, breathing heavily.

“Take her to her home, and if she denies, just throws her on the road” with that, he walked into the mansion.

Amaan was on a call with his security team lead when Salar and Fariya walked in smiling and busy in their conversation. Looking at their son’s rumpled look, Salar asked, “What’s wrong, Amaan?”

“Dad, Kabir,” Amaan’s eyes were moist seeing his father. Like a 3-year-old, he wanted his father to help him.

“Kabir? Is Asmaira alright?” Fariya interrupted.

Why is she so concerned about her? Amaan cursed Asmaira.

“Asmaira? I am talking about Kabir,” Amaan replied in annoyance.

“I know—” before Fariya could say more, Amaan froze. He heard Kabir’s giggle and saw that Jamshed was carrying him.

“Kabir,” he said in a loud voice and hugged him tightly, surprising everybody.

“Thank God you are safe,” he cried.

“What happened? I thought you were coming after 2 days?” Salar questioned his son with concern.

“Dad, my meeting was over, so I came early, and when I came, Kabir was missing. I have been searching for him like a mad,” still holding Kabir in his arms.

“And I informed Mehwish that I will be coming today’s afternoon.”

“How is Asmaira? Where is she?” Fariya felt something was wrong.

Amaan was speechless. He doesn’t know how to answer his mother. Irritated with her son, Fariya asked Maya to call her.

“She is not there,” Amaan replied immediately, not making eye contact with his mother.

“What do you mean?”

“I...I....”

“Amaan, what did you do?”Fariya was immediately wary.

Taking a deep breath, Amaan said, “I blamed her for Kabir and sent her back home.”

“What.” It was not a question but a disappointment.

“Why did you blame her? Kabir was with us,” Jamshed asked, this time clearly irked with his brother’s impulsiveness.

“She said she didn’t know where Kabir was,” Amaan said in a complaining tone.

“Mehwish, where is she?” something hit Fariya.

“Did you not inform Asmaira before taking Kabir with you?” Fariya questioned her daughter.

“She..she was sleeping, and I told Amber to inform her,” Mehwish justified.

Shit! Amaan thought.

Long after, Maya, who spoke with the rest of the staff, came back and informed everything to Fariya, who was enraged. Sensing the tension in the room, Salar consoled his wife before returning to Amaan, “Go to her home and get her now. You will apologize to her.”

Amaan frowned and was reluctant to go. He initially thought he would ask the same driver to fetch her.

“You blamed her for no reason, and you will be the one to apologize and get her back.”

“Dad, but she said she also doesn’t know,” Amaan retaliated.

“So, did you call us to check once?” Fariya said.

This time Amaan clearly understood his mistake. Nevertheless, he went to her home. The last time he went, there was to get Raina, and he detests that family and its people. They were the same people who denied meeting Raina when she needed them.

“What are you doing here?” Ehsan lost his cool seeing Amaan at their doorstep.

“Uncle, I am sorry,” Amaan apologized unwillingly.

“Sorry? Oh my..sorry for what?" Ehsan mocked him. They were still on the doorstep.

“Whatever happened was a misunderstanding,” Amaan was miffed but chose to explain patiently.

“Misunderstanding? What is this new game you and your wife are playing?” Ehsan questioned.

“Sir, I know I am wrong, but please call Asmaira,” Amaan lost his cool with Ehsan’s behavior.

“Who Asmaira? We don’t have anybody by that name.”

“I am here to take her back, don’t make it difficult for me, please.” Amaan sighed.

“What do you mean take her back? Is she not at your place?” Suraiya came around the door and asked hastily.

Something is wrong, Amaan thought.

“She didn’t come here today?”Amaan questioned, getting impatient.

“Ha, looks like you can’t even take care of your wife, and she chose you over her family. What an irony!” Ehsan snorted and was closing the door.

Holding the door, Amaan asked strongly, “choosing me over her family?”

“Yes, I don’t understand what my daughters saw in you. She chose to leave her family and marry you. I disown her.” Ehsan said indifferently.

“Ehsan, please, she might be in danger. You know her how she gets scared easily,” Suraiya pleaded.

“She should have thought that when she agreed never to step back in my home.” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Amaan dumbfounded.

Immediately he returned to the mansion and hastily called for the driver who sent Asmaira home.

“Sir, madam asked me to stop the car in the middle and said she will go by herself.”

“Where are you, Asmaira?” Amaan mumbled while rubbing his forehead.

Slap

In the living room, only the sound of a slap resonated. Amaan stood with his face slightly sideways with the impact of the slap from his mother. Ishaal covered her mouth while Hania consoled her mother-in-law. Jamshed and Salar were on call with their contacts to find Asmaira. It was already midnight, and Asmaira was neither at her parent’s house nor the mansion.

“If anything happened to her, I will not forgive you. I promised Raina to take care of her,” when Amaan heard Raina’s name, he raised his head to look at his angry mother.

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