Let me Hate you by Anjaani (romantic novels in english .TXT) 📕

Again he felt the same emotion he felt the other day he slapped her, and he did not like it. Asmaira’s look was melting his heart, and for a second, he thought of pulling her in his embrace.

No, no, this is all her fault, his mind screamed at his change of heart.

Frustrated with his inner battle, he stepped back and punched the nearby wall, making Asmaira more petrified of him.

“Shit, Damn it!” he growled.

“You are a nuisance and will always be a nuisance,” he screamed at her, making her confused.

“TARA!” he called his secretary, and when she finally appeared with the first aid kit, he said, “tend to her injury,” and with that, he stormed out, frustrated with his own change of heart.

Inside his cabin, he laughed bitterly, thinking how he just thought of hugging her.

She killed my Raina; how could I think like that? Shit! He thought.

Initially, he asked Tara to send her back home, but looking at the event and how she attracted all the problems, he decided to take her with him only.

In the mansion,

“You could have handled it properly because of your impulsive decision; We will focus on tomorrow’s headline,” Salar said.

“Dad, are you telling me to leave that bastard who touched my wife?”Amaan said, clearly annoyed with his own words.

Why do I keep calling her my wife? He surprised himself.

“What I meant is, why didn’t you introduce her as your wife before? That man would never have done something like that,” Salar tried to reason with his furious son.

“I thought she could learn more as a newcomer than as my wife,” Amaan lied.

He never intended to introduce her as his wife; purely to keep her away from Kabir, he made her work.

“He is Ramesh Singhania’s nephew, though they won’t dare to retaliate against us, that doesn’t mean he will keep quiet,” Salar signed.

“No need to worry, Asmaira will not go to the office; she will be safe in the house.” Amaan was now sure that keeping Asmaira around him was not a good idea. With her proximity, he gradually had a change of heart for her, and it was not good for him.

“By the way, you were still in the meeting. How did you save Asmaira?” Salar was curious.

Amaan froze and was speechless. He didn’t know how to explain to his father why he felt restless during the meet and felt something was wrong. That’s when he came out of the meet with an excuse of a file, and what he saw confirmed his doubt.

Lately, he started having these unfamiliar emotions which he was not able to figure out. He hates Asmaira for killing Raina, but he feels suffocated and restless whenever he sees her crying.

“I...I left my phone in my cabin,” with that lie, he walked out of the study, leaving Salar puzzling.

When Amaan went back to the room, he saw Asmaira sleeping with a frown in a fetal position, clutching the quilt tightly. She was murmuring something, and out of curiosity, when Amaan leaned to hear, he heard her chanting Raina’s name.

Looking at her poor state, he felt a squeezing sensation in his chest. Cursing himself, he left his house and went to his penthouse.

It’s been a long time since I drank; I think it’s because of that I’m feeling like this, Amaan convinced himself.

The next day two people were the happiest, Asmaira and Fariya. Since she doesn’t have to go to the office, she can take care of Kabir in Amaan’s absence. However, her happiness was short-lived as Mehwish started interfering, making it impossible to be with Kabir,

On Sunday evening, Salar and Fariya were in deep conversation about an upcoming auction/grand party hosted every year by The Hashmi. The money retrieved by auction was given as charity to Fariya’s NGO and is also an annual celebratory party for Hashmi Enterprises; hence it was an important event for them. Mehwish walked in to join her parents in the preparation. Though event planners were hired, it was a grand-scale event that can’t be messed, and that’s why they were particular about each detailing.

“What about her?” Mehwish scorned once Salar left.

Fariya understood whom her daughter was referring to. She didn’t reply but instead asked her.

“Why are you so cold to her? You don’t even know her.”

“I know people like her are nothing but gold diggers; she doesn’t deserve to be here,” Mehwish replied to her mother.

This irks Fariya, “Enough! She is part of this family, and as for you, my dear, don’t have to bother yourself about her.”

Though she said calmly, it infuriated her daughter, who stomped her feet and left.

“You seem to have a soft corner for her Ma, let’s see how long you can save that little witch.” Mehwish thought while staring at Asmaira, who was lost in her thoughts in the garden.

“What are you doing here all alone?” Mehwish asked Asmaira, who seemed to be startled by her sudden appearance. She noticed Mehwish was not cold towards her.

“I didn’t have anything to do,” Asmaira replied even though she was skeptical.

“No, I mean, why are you not with Kabir? I thought you like to spend time with him.” Asmaira was astonished.

Is she helping me? She thought.

Seeing no response Mehwish went to her and again spoke, this time when she said it was laced with sincerity. “It’s okay! I know you are scared of Amaan, but I will help you.”

Not knowing her real intent, Asmaira readily agreed. It’s been more than 2 weeks since she met Kabir, and she was ready to do anything to be with him.

To destroy your enemy, you need to first earn their trust and then attack them when they are vulnerable. Mehwish still remembers her grandfather teaching her one of his business tactics.

To Asmaira’s surprise, she took her to Kabir’s room, and the moment he saw Asmaira, he could not hold back and crawl towards her with a big smile. When Asmaira turned to thank Mehwish, she just gave a smile and said, “I will inform you when Amaan is back.”