All Chapters of Let Me Hate You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Amaan, aren’t you having breakfast?”Amaan’s step came to a pause at his mother’s question. The moment he descended the stairs, the sight of Asmaira sitting in Raina’s place threatened his resolution. He had to rein his simmering anger before turning around to answer his mother.“I’m afraid I would be sluggish on my first day,” he lied. His clenched fist inside his slack pocket was evidence of his struggle to remain composed.Like earlier times, reacting in front of his parents would only give more opportunity to the subject of his rage.Asmaira.The moment he cast a veiled glare at her, she shuddered and dropped her fork on the plate.“Asmaira?” Feriha placed a hand on her shoulder in question.Feriha’s concern only startled Asmiara, who forced a smile and grabbed her fork again. Even though she lost her appetite seeing the devil husband of hers standing at the doorway, looking too calm for his personality. “I will make your favorite coffee.” Hania offered.She couldn’t hide her ha

“Where is Ma?” Mehwish enquired at the dinner table.“She had urgent work at her NGO?” Salar announced, looking around.He didn’t miss Amaan and Asmaira’s absence at the table.“What happened?” When Mehwish asked, Hania replied, “One of our employees had been physically assaulted by her husband. Ma went to take care of her and also to file a case against her husband.”“Low-class people. What can you expect from them,” Mehwish scoffed.“Where are Amaan and Asmaira?” Salar asked instead of dignifying his daughter with a reply.“I saw his car leaving the mansion some time ago,” Mehwish replied.She smirked inwardly, recollecting how Amaan dragged Asmaira and locked the room’s door before leaving. But that was something she would rather keep to herself and let things unfold. She has done her task of igniting the spark and gradually would fan it into a fire. She always played her card in hiding and let someone else do the dirty deed for her, and that someone was Amaan.“Hania, Ishaal, did

When Asmaira woke the following day, she sat up startled, finding herself on the couch rather than outside. Her mind flashed with Amaan’s words, and her head instinctively moved toward the bed. Finding the bed neatly set, she thought he had already left for the office like every day. With her mind occupied with the intention of meeting Feriha and asking for her help, she grabbed her clothes and absentmindedly opened the bathroom without glancing. Her chain of thought broke, and she skidded to a halt finding Amaan wrapped only in a towel. The abrupt halt only made her feet slip, and before her ass could touch the floor, a hand shot out, grabbing her waist and pulling her up. A gasp left her mouth, feeling a strange rush in her body and finding herself in Amaan’s arms. With his hair dripping wet and freshly shaved jaw, he stared at her in confusion. The faint scent of Jasmine enveloped him before his eyes were drawn to the softest browns staring at him. The heat from her palms went st

“Good morning Amaan!” Talia smiled, forwarding his schedule, “what can I do for you today?“The girl in the blue dress,” he mumbled, looking at his schedule.“What about her?” she asked, locking her hands before her.“Make her busy. Do whatever you want with her but make her useful,” he said, giving back the schedule to baffled Talia.“What?” she blinked. Talia was his secretary since he started his career and, apart from Raina, was the only one to understand his temperaments. She was in her early thirties with a sharp eye for detailing, which was what Amaan liked her for. She was an efficient, fierce woman famous for her no-nonsense att

With last night’s incident still fresh in her mind, Asmaira was on her toes the next day. No matter how often she was forced to make the coffee, she made it with full attention. She remained silent when Talia finally let out her frustration on her. She remained silent when Amaan mocked her about her phobia. She kept her gaze lowered even when Talia threw the file she had drafted in the dustbin. Swallowing the hurt, she worked like a mule under the tyranny of Amaan. Not able to sleep a wink with last night’s terror or eat a morsel because of the bothering throat, Asmaira was lethargic. Yet she didn’t leave any stone unturned whenever Amaan ordered her. With her breathing turning heavy and her body unusually hot, she closed her eyes and leaned over the wall. “I hav