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Let Me Hate You Asmaira's wish
“This is great. The presentation you prepared is exceptional. With this strategy, the Singhania’s will agree to the contract at our terms,” Salar said, ecstatic. Feriha narrowed her eyes, sensing a change in Amaan’s demeanor and also at Asmaira’s absence at breakfast. “We have a rule not to discuss business at the table,” she reminded them. “Let’s discuss this in the office,” he said, apologetically smiling at his wife. While Amaan was closing the laptop, she asked him, “Where is Asmaira?” Before he could answer, Salar said, “She didn’t bother to come for dinner last night.” Feriha, surprised at Salar’s tone for Asmaira, looked at Amaan only to find him give her a smug look. “She isn’t well and slept early last night. I had asked Maya to send her breakfast to her room,” the moment Amaan said, Hania’s fork dropped on the plate. Finding his father stunned at the information, Amaan glances around to see the rest mirroring the same expression before looking at Feriha again, “Didn
Let Me Hate You Amaan's PA
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
Let Me Hate You Shopping
The last thing Asmaira wanted to do was to work with Amaan. Granted, he caught her off guard, but she will buy some time and eventually cook up some story with the help of Feriha. If things worsened, she could always say she would work with Feriha rather. “Get ready! We’ll go together,” when Amaan said, Asmaira couldn’t help but blurt out, “Where?”“Office,” he shrugged.Her attempt to escape the mess and plan something later was easily caught by him. He would have laughed at the naive woman whose face was an open book if he hadn’t hated her to the core. With Feriha supporting her, he had to break the connection between them and what could be the best way to kill two birds with one stone. With Asmaira rotting in office, she would be away from Feriha and Kabir. “I don’t have appropriate clothes,” she made whatever excuse that came to her mind. She expected Salar or Feriha to intervene, but the silence around told her she was on her own. Amaan stared at Ishaal and asked in mock anger
Let Me Hate You Coffee
“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
Let Me Hate You File room
“Can I leave too?” Asmaira asked, seeing Talia packing her stuff.“Amaan is still working. He asked you to stay back,” the latter didn’t raise her head and continued with her packing. Asmaira’s stomach grumbled on cue, making Talia halt in her action. Embarrassed, Asmaira was about to walk away when the latter offered her a box.“It’s a homemade sandwich. I had a lunch meeting so I couldn’t eat it. It should be good since I kept it in the fridge. Or if you not o—”Asmaira interrupted her, “No. I don’t mind eating.”With another low growl from her stomach, Asmaira sat on the chair and opened the box. With Amaan’s morning stunt, she lost her appetite and couldn’t eat her breakfast. And during lunch, she could hardly swallow food with time constraints. Being an introvert with zero social skills, she hid on the fire staircase. By the time she could muster up the courage to go to the cafeteria amidst the curious stare, order the food and sit, it was past her lunchtime. Thinking she would
Let Me Hate You Meeting
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
Let Me Hate You Wife or Whore
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
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“Is she the one?”Chad replied with disdain, “Yes.”“Looks ordinary to me. Why would someone like Amaan be riled up by her?” Samuel asked, observing Asmaira from the elevator bank. Chad had narrated how the presentation last time turned gloomy once Asmaira arrived with the coffees. Amaan, being riled up by her clumsiness, targetted everyone and even warned him about Saunders’s quality of work. Hence the reason why Samuel, head of the project from Saunders, joined him for a presentation that was disrupted brutally by him. Filled with indignation at receiving Amaan’s wrath for her mistake, Chad has held a grudge against her since then.Samuel’s eyes didn’t miss how Asmaira stood with a lowered head while Talia lectured her for spilling coffee in her recklessness. Amaan didn’t even spare her an ounce of attention and walked past them. “Interesting,” Samuel smirked in amusement. “Samuel, don’t,” Rick intervened, finding a familiar glint in his eyes.“Of course, Rick. I’m going straight
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