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Chapter 1 - Wanna hate you by dua fatima

Wanna Hate You

Chapter 1

He sighed and turned his eyes away from the window of the plane, closed them and propped his head on the back of his seat. He was a 25 years old man, had a strong, tall and fit physique, attractive facial features, and looked handsome in dress pants and a shirt. 

"I don't know what love is. But it is a weird feeling. It makes my world go round. It's the reason why I stay up late. It's the thing that makes me smile when I am feeling down and the thing that makes me sad either. It makes me feel alive. I think it is the most beautiful, confusing, and wonderful thing in the world." He said to himself, imagining a girl who had captured his heart years ago. He had been away from her for 10 long years, and the ache in his heart for her had only intensified with each passing day.

He remembered the days he spent with her in childhood. She was his cousin and his secret crush. Now she had become his passion. He had to go to Canada with his family and talked to her on family video calls occasionally. Now he is coming back to Pakistan to take over a company. He glanced at his watch and felt his heart sinking deep in a desire. 

As the plane began its descent and Asim's heart raced. He couldn't wait to see her, to talk to her, to tell her how much he had missed her. He felt like he had been away for an eternity, and now he was finally coming back to where he belonged.

Zain received him at the airport. He was 20 years old cheerful boy. 

"Long time no see " he welcomed him with a warm beam. He smiled too and embraced him. 

"How have you been?" He asked. 

"Good and what about you?" Zain didn't let him a chance to answer and continued.

"You are looking so good. It seems you go to the gym regularly." Zain examined him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He let out a laugh. They headed for the car. 

"Tell me, How many girls you have dated?" Zain asked as they sat in the car.

"I don't date " 

"How can I believe it." Zain grimaced. 

"Don't believe then. " He shrugged. 

"Ok I trust you. " 

"How is going your dating?" Zain laughed at his question. 

" I am still a kid. How can I date? " He winked. Asim smiled, amused 


Hijab walked towards the side table, her long frock flowing behind her as she picked up her phone. She glanced at the screen, a smile spreading across her face as she saw it was Ashar calling. She had been expecting his call, he had been trying to reach her since yesterday.

"Hijab. Why are you not answering my calls? I am calling you since yesterday," Ashar complained on the other end of the line, but her smile deepened as she heard his voice. He was her class fellow and loved her. She also liked him but he was crazy for her.

"I was busy," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Busy? How tyrant are you! I am dying to hear your voice and you were busy. This is not fair," he exclaimed, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Do one thing. Record my voice in your phone, hear it when you want," she suggested, and Ashar couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He wanted more than just her voice, he wanted to keep her in his life.

"Huh! Your voice is not enough for me. I wanna keep you in my life," Ashar told her his feelings, and she smiled.

"I will not be yours so easily," she said, proudly.

"Yes, I know. I am a poor man but I will try my best to get you," Ashar said, determination in his voice.

"I will help you, but never give up on me. I do not have any problem with your poverty. I can live with you in a small house," she said, her voice serious.

"You don't have any problem, but I have. I want to fulfill your every wish. I want to make your life like a queen. But I know it's very difficult," he said, with disappointment in his voice.

"Why don't you get a job?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"I can't get one without a degree. But I am thinking I should start a small business," he said, thoughtfully.

"How much investment do you need for your business?" Hijab asked, with concern.

"You don't worry. I will manage it. I have asked a friend for a loan," he told her, but Hijab couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment.

"Is that friend better than me? You can take help from him but not from me," she asked, her tone becoming commanding.

"Hey. You are the best and most important person of my life, but how can I take money from you?" he said, hesitantly.

"By bank account. Tell me your account number. I will help you as much as I can and don't be formal. I am doing this for myself. You would return the money back to me when you will be fully established," she said, her tone brooking no argument. Ashar couldn't deny her, and with a smile, he gave her his account number, grateful for her love and support. He knew that with her by his side, he could achieve anything.


And there she was, standing in front of him, more beautiful than he remembered. His eyes locked onto that girl who was eating snacks with a disapproving look on her face. She might have an argument with someone. Her angry face was cute with red cheeks. Her straight hair fell down around her face to her chest. His eyes strayed on her chest, her bare shoulder and the silhouette of her body fitted in a stylish top and a pair of jeans. 

He felt hot and struggled to stay in his senses, clenching his fists. He walked to her, his heart beating a little faster with each step. She looked at her, changed her facial expressions and smiled in a formal way. 

"Hi! Nice to meet you." She waved her hand at her with no special look. But Asim's eyes were sparkling. 

"Hi! How are you?" He asked with a soft smile. 

"Can't you see how is she? Obese as always " Zain pointed towards her. hijab glared at him. 

"Don't mess with me. I am already angry. " He turned to Asim after shooting Zain a darting look. 

"I am fine and you?" She tried to be polite. Her every act was beautiful and cute. 

Before he could answer her phone ranged. 

"Excuse me." She tipped her head and turned to her room. Asim's eyes remained on her back until she disappeared. 

 "Welcome, Mr. handsome! I was waiting for you. Sorry, I wanted to receive you from the airport but I got stuck with something. " Liana approached him, talking cheerfully.  She was the big sister of hijab and Zain. 

"Mom dad are not home. They would meet you at dinner." She told him as she took him to his room. He nodded. 

"Did you have lunch yet?" 

"Yes. In the plane " they entered a room. 

"Ok take some rest. See you at dinner. " He took a deep breath and brushed his hair with his hand as she left, thinking anxiously about hijab. He thought she would get excited to see him but she was just formal and didn't bother to stay a little longer with him. His personality was not to be ignored. He knew. He felt Liana was impressed by him but why hijab wasn't. Was she impressed by anyone else? That possibility was high. His chest tightened at that thought. 

"It should not be like that. " He nodded. 

"You are mine." He whispered, his eyes showed a firm look. 


Chapter 2

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