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Let Me Hate You Dream
It was early evening when Asher called Asmaira to his cabin.“How was your first day?” he asked, his gaze fixed on her, to which she only replied with a clipped, “Good.”“The restaurant operates from 10 am to 10 pm, Monday to Saturday. For the initial month, I am assigning you to the morning shift until you become familiar with the operation, so I expect you to arrive by 9:30 am from tomorrow onwards. On Sunday, since most of the office is closed, we don’t get many walk-in customers, but we do get delivery orders, so we work till 4 pm on that day.”“If you choose to work on Sunday—since I can’t make you work seven days a week—you will be paid overtime per hour,” Asher explained. Asmaira interrupted him, her voice eager, “How much for an hour?”“Five dollars per hour,” he replied calmly, though taken aback by her evident enthusiasm for overtime.“I am in.”“Are you sure? I mean, you can take this week off and start from next,” Asher offered.“I am fine. I want to work overtime,” Asmair
Let Me Hate You Coffee
Talia was on a critical client call when her focus shattered. Amaan stormed out of his cabin, a curt “Cancel my afternoon meetings” ringing through the office before he vanished. The sudden, uncharacteristic order stunned Talia, but she wasn’t the only one. His chauffeur was equally bewildered when Amaan unexpectedly demanded the car keys.Amaan was sitting in front of Asmaira with an expectant look.“Tell me what happened today, Asmaira?” Amaan could hear the loud voice of his furious father behind the closed door.Asmaira had her head bowed down, fidgeting with her fingers. A silent storm was brewing within her.“Please, Aashi, tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll be there for you,” Amaan pleaded, his voice thick with concern.She was still silent, and Amaan was running out of time. He had requested his father to talk to her alone, hoping to understand the baffling reason why she had allegedly stabbed his mother and attacked Kabir. The gravity of the situation pressed down on him.He walke
Let Me Hate You Ruslan's anger
Lexie was assigned to train Asmaira with the work. The restaurant was named “Heaven” as it was started by Asher’s father for his mother, and hence the name, as told by Lexie. It was situated downtown, a few miles away from the commercial area. Since it was located in the middle of the city, with suburban and commercial complexes in its vicinity, the business there was booming.The restaurant’s essence was the homely touch it had to its dishes. It was not a posh French or authentic Italian restaurant, but it served a diverse range of cuisines with a touch of home to them, which is why it was famous among the working class. The aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering spices was a constant, comforting presence, a stark contrast to the sterile air of the surrounding corporate buildings.Although the business was good, Asher came out to be a stingy employer, as stated by Lexie, a sentiment she delivered with a dramatic roll of her eyes. They have a total of 10 staff members, including f
Let Me Hate You Job
The next day, Suraiya woke to find that Asmaira had already cooked breakfast and tidied the house. She was washing clothes when Suraiya asked, “What are you doing up so early?”“I’m used to getting up early and washing clothes; don’t worry,” Asmaira replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Suraiya felt a choke in her throat as Asmaira unknowingly referenced her time in jail.“You must be tired. How can I not worry about you?”“Ammi, we’ve seen worse in life. Nothing can tire me anymore, and you shouldn’t worry about me now. All you should be doing is resting and being happy,” Asmaira said, holding Suraiya’s hand.“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” she added deliberately before her mother could say anything else.While Asmaira was feeding her father, she mentioned, “I forgot to tell you, I got a job and today will be my first day, so you don’t need to work. I’ll take care of things. We also need to take Abbu for his check-up. Let me know which doctor you were consulting.”“Aashi, yo
Let Me Hate You Amaan happened
It was evening by the time Asmaira returned to her shabby home. She found her mother, Suraiya, gently wiping Ehsan’s body with a warm cloth; he was paralyzed, able only to blink.“Let me do it, you are not well,” Asmaira said, taking the cloth and cleaning her father with her mother’s silent guidance.“What happened?” she asked, the two words a heavy query about the past five years, about her brother.“Amaan…” Suraiya couldn’t finish and dissolved into hysterical sobs.The old Asmaira would have cried with her mother, but not a single tear fell now. Instead, she hugged Suraiya, comforting the shell of the strong woman her mother once was.“Ehsan and Hassan were on their way to your final hearing when they met with an accident—”“Was it the day of my final hearing?” Asmaira interrupted, her hands trembling. The timing felt too precise, too deliberate.Suraiya’s cries intensified. “Yes. H-Hassan died on the spot, and your father suffered a stroke, which led to his paralysis. All the rel
Let Me Hate You Bitter Reality
The world was still revolving, the streets were busy with people rushing to their destinations, yet one figure stood utterly motionless. She was a ghost in the crowd, the only testament to her existence the ragged, heavy sound of her breath. Five years she had endured, a relentless physical and mental torment within those prison walls, yet nothing had prepared her for the sight a few moments ago: Amaan, standing with his wife and his son.What was she to him now? A curse? A burden? The venomous word he had spat out in the cold courtroom replayed relentlessly in her memory. He never spoke a truer word; a terrifying and absolute conviction settled over her.A hurried passerby slammed into her shoulder, yet she didn’t so much as sway.“Are you blind? Move out of the way! Why bother the rest of us?” he yelled, his voice trailing off as he rushed away.Suddenly, a sound tore from her throat—a raw, escalating laugh. She laughed like a person possessed, earning wide, frightened stares from o
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