LET ME HATE YOU

First Gift

Amaan glared at the girl with the glasses.

He couldn't help but feel disgusted looking at her bride's attire. He was never the one to judge people or even mock them, but seeing her as his wife made him want to murder her in that instance. The entire evening he didn't even know how he had been holding himself. If not for his mother's disapproval stare or his brothers guarding him on their father's insistence, he wouldn't have stayed back till the priest started the wedding supplications.

His throat clogged, and he had to force out the words, I do, when he was asked.

Rejecting the vows was on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to leave the woman and humiliate her in front of hers and his family. Let her suffer through misery at his rejection, yet he ended up saying yes to the vows. He was still consoling his scarred soul after leaving the wedding venue when he received a call from his father.

He felt like the universe was against him and was mocking him for his helplessness. He was still furious, thinking about how he became a puppet with indignation inside him shimmering at each passing second. Hatred he had never felt before seeped through his veins, realizing he was being compelled to do things he would never even do in his nightmare.

And all because of the woman standing before him, his now wife.

As if she hadn't tainted his peace already, she was about to spoil his best memories with her touch. He couldn't stop the wedding, but he would be damned if he let her taint the memoir of the beautiful woman he still loves. Amaan strode towards her and grabbed her hand. Already expecting worse from her, he was ready to tackle her sly attempts but instead, her silence made his mouth shut. Her face contorted in pain, yet she didn't dare to voice it.

How can once a charismatic man with the happiest smile turn cold-hearted? No one could believe the man in the picture looking with so much adoration be the same one bruising the wrist of his new bride. His face was marred with no emotions, and his eyes were void of light.

A whimper escaped Asmaira's lips which she muffled with her palm when Amaan, in his emotion, didn't notice how much his grip was hurting her wrist. One look at his bloodshed eyes, and she shoved down any sound from her throat. She had always been a timid girl with a reserved personality, yet she couldn't stop herself from hating the man standing before her. However, that doesn't miraculously change her demeanor or character.

Call it irony, but Asmaira feared the man she hated from her core. If not for their history, Asmaira knew Amaan would surely hate her for the forceful marriage. And that made her even more fearful of her husband bruising her wrist just for touching a picture in the room. Was she regretting the marriage? No.

She knew the journey wouldn't be easy for her but what she didnt know was the extent her husband would go to in his hatred for her. Being the frog in the well, living her life in her home's comfort, Asmaira was yet to face the world's brutality. She had always been the apple of the eye in her family, and even when a situation arose, she would run up to the only person who would always protect her.

Asmaira being the innocent soul, couldn't fathom what was about to befall her and was unaware of the storm named Amaan that would soon wreck her life.

People say love bound two souls in a marriage, but in their case, it was hatred. Destiny played its game, and now they have joined in matrimony that neither of them was willing to acknowledge.

A thick tension enveloped the couple at their first meeting. Not even a minute passed with them in the same room; however, the air surrounding them felt gloomy and heavy. No one could believe how people ended up hating each other despite any knowledge of each other.