All Chapters of Let Me Hate You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Asmaira stirred, and a sigh left her feeling soft and silky under her. She smiled in contentment as if she had been sleeping on a bed after a long time. A muffled sound of the door or the scraping on the floor made her frown. It was disrupting her peaceful sleep, and she wanted nothing more than to tuck in the bed forever. Her body felt strange, making her stir again to fit into another comfortable position.However, the sound of the draw being pulled too close made her eyes snap open. Her face turned in the direction only to sit up with a jolt. On the other side of the bed sat Amaan with his back to her. What frightened her were the flashes of him confronting her in the file room and the change of her clothing. Amaan, who came to find his phone’s charger on the nightstand, gave a side glance before opening the next drawer.“What….” she trailed off before shrieking in panic. He would have ignored her uncalled reaction if he hadn’t noticed the saline attached to her hand, which she

“I know this is not what you expected, but for now, this is all I can do.”Feriha said to which Asmaira nodded in understanding. Standing on the balcony, they looked at Amaan playing with Kabir on the lawn from a distance.“Salar is charmed by Amaan, and anything I say about you, he assumes I’m being biased towards you for no reason,” Feriha sighed. “You are doing more than I could ask,” she waved the phone with a small smile. “I told Amber, you will video call her whenever you want to talk to Kabir. But we need to be careful with Mehwish,” when Feriha said, Asmaira faced her in question, “Didn’t she go back?”“She left for a few days and will return before the annual ball.”“But…why be careful with her?” Asmaira asked.“Amaan is not the only one who changed. Mehwish did too. I know my daughter. Her silence is like a ticking bomb that could burst at any time. If she is around, she will try to sniff around,” her mother-in-law replied, glancing back at Kabir, whose loud laugh melted h

“You could have handled it properly. Because of your impulsive decision, we are the next headline,” Salar said.“He hurt my wife. How do you expect me to react?” Amaan said, annoyed.With everyone gathered in the living room, Salar, surprised at Amaan’s recklessness, questioned him.“What I meant is, introduce her as your wife on the first day itself. No man would have dared to approach her in the first place,” Salar tried to reason with his furious son.Mehwish sat quietly, witnessing the scene. Her observing eyes didn’t miss how he addressed Asmaira as his wife or the fury he was still holding on to point to one thing—Amaan had softened towards Asmaira. At first, she thought, lighting a spark and fanning it into a fire would be enough to get Asmaira out of Amaan’s life. But with the tides turning, she had to devise another subtle plan.“Your father is right. Why didn’t you introduce Asmaira as your wife? Look what she had to go through because of that,” Feriha was upset when she saw

“Here you are, Asmaira. I have been looking for you,” Hania uttered as soon as she entered Kabir’s room.It had been more than ten days since Asmaira stopped going to the office. Ten days of radio silence from Amaan as if he never came to the room in her presence. By the time she slept, he didn’t return, and by morning, the vague smell of his cologne told her he had already dressed and left for the office.What surprised her was the lack of questions raised about his absence during the meals. Apparently, he informed them beforehand that spared her the ordeal of falling under Salar’s scrutiny. “Do you need help with something?” Asmaira asked. With Hania and Ishaal swamped with Gala’s arrangement, A

Triggering scene. If not comfortable, please skip the two chapters.As soon as Asmaira entered the room, she ran to the couch and slumped on it, her body quivering with her sobs.“I… I’m not jealous,” her murmurs escape in between her wails. Fisting the couch’s surface, she let out a heart wrecking cry. She lay there, crying her heart out, when a whoosh of cold wind made her halt. She raised her head, and soon another wave brushed her as if it was soothing her. She was about to stand when her steps were interrupted by the high heels. She removed them without caring for the blisters popping with her rough action. Her hair swayed with the wind that had her close her eyes, whispering, “Raina.”“I n-never envy you.”Her eyes opened to the view of the curtain swinging aside with the wind and the sliding door to their balcony appearing. She sniffled and walked out to where the breeze maneuvering her. Overwhelmed with her helplessness, regret, remorse, pain, and self-loath, she stopped at