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

The night fell, and two souls intertwined with each other the whole night. Asmaira’s eyes started drooping with exhaustion, and the last thing she saw was Amaan saying something.

With last night’s rain, the air was filled with a soothing smell of soil. The birds were oddly chirping. The strong yet surreal morning breeze caused Amaan to stir in his sleep.

Why do I feel cold and warm at the same time, he thought in his sleep.

Such a soft pillow, he smiled in his sleep.

He wanted to hold the pillow tightly; somehow, it was softer and silkier than any other pillow. But the moment he laid his head on the pillow, he heard something, something like a heartbeat. His eyes snapped with realization, and he saw Asmaira’s cute face.

His head was on her chest while she was lying with her back on his left arm. His left palm was locked with hers while his right palm was holding her waist. Amaan was literally holding her as his pillow. Her face was partially covered with her locks; however, with a sudden breeze fanning her face, she stirred in her sleep and was now facing Amaan with an inch distant from his face. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was fanning the loose strand residing over her swollen lips.

Her neck and shoulders were covered with his marks which were now purplish pink. Subconsciously Amaan moved his hand and removed the hair strand from her face while he gazed at her, sleeping peacefully.