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“Asmaira,” Amaan sighed. “I can’t do this, Amaan.”“You have faced a more difficult situation than attending a college mid-semester,” he said, taking Kabir from her.Amaan came home early to surprise Asmaira with the news of her admission into another college. Another one on the list of sacrifices she had to make because of him and Raina. Finding Asmaira playing with Kabir on the lawn, he passed her the document to sign.“I still would have said no if it was my old college. I lost one year and would look like a fool to take a semester again with juniors,” she replied, bile rising at the thought of people gawking at her.“I knew you would say that. That’s why I transferred you to a new college. You have already learned the subjects but couldn’t take the exams. It will be a piece of cake. Just a few months to spare, and then you will be busy with your thesis in your last semester. Don’t have to go to the college,”What he was asking her was way more difficult than facing Mehwish. Sudde
Last Updated : 2025-01-23Let Me Hate You First Night
Marriage!A day that is engraved deeply into one’s heart. For some people, it’s one of the best days of their lives; for some, it’s a new beginning. For some women, it’s a celebration of becoming someone’s ‘your’s forever,’ while for some, it means the union of soulmates—each perceiving the marital union as per their expectations. However, one thing that is common among them is love. Love for your would-be spouse or the love that is showered on them during the entire ritual.It is believed a girl looks magnificent on her wedding day, which is evident in the way a groom cries seeing the woman he loves as his bride. This all would have been true for Asmaira if she had been married under normal circumstances. Although her wedding happened just the way she had imagined, in her small house with only her family witnessing one of her best moments of life, she was anything but happy. For her, all that was said about marriage or finding a soulmate was far from reality. There she was, alone an
Last Updated : 2022-08-21Let 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
Last Updated : 2022-08-21Let Me Hate You Amaan Hashmi
Amaan Hashmi was tall and handsome with a dimpled smile. Considered to be a Greek God with 6 ft heights, intense emerald eyes, a sharp nose, and a chiseled jawline, not many knew he was the owner of a golden heart. His broad shoulders and perfect body made him once the most eligible bachelor, full of life and dreams to conquer the world. He was not only admired by his peers but also looked up to by many entrepreneurs for his business acumen and engaging personality.A self-made millionaire at the age of 23 and the youngest son of Salar Hashmi, he was prophesied to be the future heir to Hashmi Industries by many contemporaries, including his elder brother. With his strong family background and equally profound surname, people assumed him to be arrogant and self-centric, whereas the reality was far from it. Unlike other heirs, he was never the work to brag about his daddy’s money. Instead, without seeking financial help from his father or surviving on his father’s reputation, he built
Last Updated : 2022-08-27Let Me Hate You Do or die
Amaan couldn’t help yelling, “I don't want to get married.”he was in the penthouse reminiscing his time with Raina there when the doorbell rang. At first, he thought it was housekeeping, but the intruder persistently rang the bell as if they knew he was inside. Irked at being disturbed, he opened the door only to freeze in his place, seeing his parents.His father spoke first, scrunching his nose as his son reeked of alcohol, “Thirty minutes, and I want to see you in the house.”Before Amaan could grasp it, his parents slid into the elevator with its door closed.Since the day he decided to leave his mansion and live in his penthouse with Raina’s memory, he didn't bother to visit his family or receive their call. A ruthless businessman, Salar Hashmi was known of, failed to talk to his son. He knew his younger son was stubborn to his core; however, he never expected him to stop living. Although he had many ways to speak to him, as a father, he never wanted to make it more difficult fo
Last Updated : 2022-09-14Let Me Hate You Surprise
"Are you sure about this, Asmaira? Is this your final decision?" Asmaira's father, Ehsan, asked.They were seated in her room. With her head down and habitual licking of her lips, she looked skeptical, unsure of her decision. Ehsan was sure his daughter, who had never taken a step without consulting him or his wife, wouldn’t be able to make a decision and would, as usual, ask him to decide. However, he was in for a surprise when Asmaira replied with one word, "Yes."Unable to handle the anger, he stormed out of her room, leaving a terrified Asmaira behind. No one knew what had happened between the father and the daughter or what they had spoken. The moment he left her room, disappointment was marring his face, while regret was evident on hers. Yet neither of them talks on the same topic further.On the other side of the city, Amaan parched on his couch, for once not intoxicated in his regular intake of alcohol. He was in his penthouse, anticipating his mother's call. It never happened
Last Updated : 2022-10-01Let Me Hate You Asmaira
"No, please...... I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't know." Asmaira was crying in her sleep, mumbling unconsciously."Please......"Still clad in her wedding dress, she was cowering in her nightmare."Don't leave me. I am sorry, " she kept crying, holding herself together while lying on the floor.With her messy scattered around here, she was shivering with her eyes closed. One look at her, and anybody can guess she was in pain even in her deep slumbers. Her face was covered with beads of sweat mixed with her tears. Not a day had passed when she didn't have nightmares since she heard that news—the news which turned her world upside down. The news, which caused an invisible hole in her heart that never let her be at peace, the restlessness never left her since that day, and no matter how much she tried, she could never fill that hole. Never in her life has she been so helpless, and to make it worse, her savior was also not there with her."Raina!" She screamed, jolting up from he
Last Updated : 2022-10-02Let Me Hate You New day
Was she calling to taunt her for her lateness, or was she warning her of the rules? She had seen the Hashmi family at her wedding, and from the look of it, she was sure nobody was fond of her.Maya, by now, was sure the woman running before her would never be comfortable in the mansion or Hashmi’s lifestyle. Even if her humble background was ignored, her lack of confidence and edgy demeanor was so unlike Amaan’s first wife, who was the epitome of elegance and confidence. The woman before her was the complete opposite of what Amaan liked.No wonder he was against the marriage, Maya thought to herself, forcing a smile.“Ma’am wants to welcome you formally to the family. She insisted no one was to disturb y
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“Asmaira,” Amaan sighed. “I can’t do this, Amaan.”“You have faced a more difficult situation than attending a college mid-semester,” he said, taking Kabir from her.Amaan came home early to surprise Asmaira with the news of her admission into another college. Another one on the list of sacrifices she had to make because of him and Raina. Finding Asmaira playing with Kabir on the lawn, he passed her the document to sign.“I still would have said no if it was my old college. I lost one year and would look like a fool to take a semester again with juniors,” she replied, bile rising at the thought of people gawking at her.“I knew you would say that. That’s why I transferred you to a new college. You have already learned the subjects but couldn’t take the exams. It will be a piece of cake. Just a few months to spare, and then you will be busy with your thesis in your last semester. Don’t have to go to the college,”What he was asking her was way more difficult than facing Mehwish. Sudde
Let Me Hate You Only for her
“I have never been to such places,” Asmaira’s soft murmur caught Amaan’s attention.Giving his car keys to the valet, he reached Asmaira and held her by her arms, “if you are not comfortable, we can leave. I will make some excuses. Ross and Natalie will understand.”Although he said that, deep inside, he wanted Asmaira to break free of her reservation. He didn’t expect her to become an extrovert, but her level of introversion wasn’t healthy for her. He cannot let her live only for Kabir and not for herself. She moved closer to Amaan, lowering her head when a group of people walked by. The gesture was enough for him to wound an arm around his waist, ready to call Ross, but Asmaira stopped him.“I want to meet them. I-I,” she swallowed, ‘want to get to know my sister through Natalie. How Raina lived after her marriage.’She wanted to say but ended up saying, “I didn’t get to say my thanks to Ross.”Before he could ask why thanks, Ross’s voice interrupted them. “Asmaira, you are here.
Let Me Hate You Abbu
Amaan glanced at Asmaira, who was busy entertaining Kabir with the outside view of the car and shook his head at her lack of questioning. On the other hand, Asmaira was happy to see Amaan putting in the effort to spend as much time as possible with Kabir. It was as if he was doubling the effort to compensate for his one-year absence. As long as Kabir was happy and would get to grow up in a complete family, she was willing to do everything, including sharing the bed or a meal. Her smile dropped, noticing a familiar route but she didn’t ponder over the thought. However, the closer they got, the more worried she was. It was not that she was afraid, but she didn’t want to open the can of worms.“Where are we going?” she couldn’t help but ask, to which Amaan smiled. They both knew where they were going. He didn’t want to expose her, but it was also true that he didn’t want her to run away. Things she had to let go of to keep one promise to her dead sister. He wanted to return it to her.
Let Me Hate You Farewell
Asmaira sat at her usual place, where she used to hide from Amaan at the beginning of her marriage. Although she was safe in the mansion, the memory of last night never left her. The thought that there were women who were living a life worse than death and she could have become one of them—if not for her luck—terrified her.She cringed inwardly and recalled how someone tried to force himself on her. She couldn’t stop the shudder in disgust. She sat on the floor without bothering to touch her food, staring aimlessly at a distance: Coco and kitty’s words ringing in her ear. She closed her eyes in despair when a soft mumble caught her attention. At first, she thought it was an illusion, but her eyes snapped open when she heard, “Mumma.”She blinked and heaved a deep inhale when the realization drew upon her. She hesitated, but something inside her compelled her to turn toward the direction of the giggle, breaking the gloomy atmosphere around her. What welcomed her was the sight of Kabi
Let Me Hate You Change
Aslan glanced at his brother from the driving seat through the rearview mirror. He could read how much he was trying to suppress his turmoil with the way his vein was popping over the side of his neck. He sighs and glances sideways at his father who seemed to notice the same. When they got a lead about Asmaira and were called to identify her, their first thought was to leave Amaan behind, but when he volunteered to come along, Salar couldn’t deny it. Although Amaan was responsible for the mess, one look at his remorseful eyes told him he was broken from the inside. And as a father, he couldn’t let his son suffer by adding more to his misery and denying him the respite. It was one such instance where he went against Feriha, who didn’t want Amaan to be around Asmaira, even around a radius of a few meters. Seeing Amaan’s hand trembling, Aslan took the steering wheel and drove them to the police station. As soon as it came into view, Amaan sucked in a shaking breath feeling shame seepin
Let Me Hate You Truth
It was not Asmaira trying to take Raina’s place. It was you who were looking for Raina in her.Feriha’s words reverberated in his mind. It was as if someone had thrown cold water and brought him back to reality. Being his mother, she read him like an open book when he himself didn’t realize what actually troubled him about Asmaira.The room echoed with the slamming of the door against the wall. Amaan marched to the center only to halt at the condition of it. Everything was kept in its place and looked thoroughly cleaned. He walked backward when the scene of how he manhandled her on the Gala night flashed before his eyes. He stumbled on the vanity when her scream of that night echoed in his ear, and he covered his ears, dropping the phone he was holding in the action.
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“Y-Yes,” Mehwish’s stutter confirms Feriha’s suspicion.Rodriguez subtly disappeared from the scene and instructed his team to clear the premises. As a loyal subordinate, he read the room and gave privacy to the family.“And what did Asmaira reply?” Feriha took a few steps towards her, emanating her intense aura. The last fiasco in the Gala hasn’t been sorted, and she found her daughter at the center of another.“S-She….” Mehwish glanced at Amaan only to see realization drawing up on him.“If you
Let Me Hate You Kabir’s missing
“We have a charity dinner invite from Mr. Shah. I want you to come along with Kabir,” Feriha said.Asmaira’s head snapped in her direction in surprise, “Me?”After getting discharged the next day, Asmaira was relieved that Amaan had left for a business trip. But what had suffice between them that night kept haunting her. That night, he not only unlocked the new fear for himself but also opened Pandora’s box. She couldn’t muster up the courage to meet Kabir in his absence. The guilt she was responsible for his miserable childhood overshadowed her love for him.Noticing her avoiding Kabir, Feriha planned to bring her and Kabir together on the pretext of evening tea. With Hania taking care of the NGO in her mother-in-law’s absence and Ishaal busy designing her new exclusive collection, this was the only way for her to break whatever wall Asmaira had created around her.“Now that people have seen you during the Ga
Let Me Hate You Saved
“Fuck!”Amaan slumped on the bed with his elbows on his knees and clasped hands before his lips. Locking Asmaira away was the only way for him to calm himself down and think through.The fire of hatred that started seeing Asmaira in Raina’s look made him take the drastic step. He had been verbal to her with his warning, but seeing her nonchalant, he had to threaten her in a different way. However, what he didn’t expect was finding her squirm beneath him half-naked would only lead him to lose himself.The anger should have been extinguished after seeing her broken form. If anything, it intensified and irked at his emotions going haywire for a woman who brought agony to Raina in her dying moment. He swatted the night lamp on the ground. With his chest heaving with untamed fury, he clutched the duvet and ripped it. The bedsheet and the pillows met the same ending. He doesn’t know what was making him feral, but the thought he was about to force Asmaira made him feel like a sexual predator
