All Chapters of Let Me Hate You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

"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

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

Asmaira’s head went even lower at being humiliated in front of everyone, including the staff; however, Amaan found her action as her reluctance."I said get off that chair," grabbing her forearm, he yelled at her, not noticing the change in the surrounding. That was where his Raina used to sit, and she has tainted it.Asmaira yelped but obliged. With no other option, she obediently rose and waited for a further outburst from her husband. He was still holding her by her arm and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a bang sound. Both were immersed in their emotions, Amaan in his fury and Asmaira in her shock, failing to notice the rise in Salar's temper. "Enough!" he roared while slamming his palm on the table, unable to hold his anger any longer.