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Punishment
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2025-10-14 19:38:44
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Let Me Hate You Punishment
Such a soft pillow, Amaan sighs in his sleep.He clutched it tighter and rubbed his face over it in contentment. It was different today, soft and smoother than any of the pillows he had. And then it beat.Beat? He frowned in his sleep, and soon the beating turned profound like a heartbeat. He pulled the pillow closer just to confirm if the beating was coming from it. Even in his sleep, his mind was vigilant of unusual pillows. The moment he pulled it closer, he heard a moan. His eyes snapped in realization, and what welcomed him was the sight of hair—a woman’s hair. He raised his eyes to see Asmaira sleeping peacefully. His gaze dropped down to realize he was sleeping on her chest, and what he heard in his sleep was her heartbeat. His mind went blank.Why was he sleeping on her chest?He tried to move; however, her head lay on his left arm while he was holding her by the waist with his right one—like a pillow. She stirred in her sleep, which made her face him. When the slow breeze
Let Me Hate You Mosquito bites
Asmaira stirred in her sleep; however, she moaned the next second. She forced her eyes open against her protesting body and felt exhausted to the bone. She blinked in confusion, trying to recollect what she had done the previous day to feel so exhausted. As if a switch was turned on, images of what had happened the previous night flashed before her. She sat up, startled, and gasped at the slow pain in her lower body. She couldn’t feel her legs, and when she looked down to know why, she realised she was naked. With flushed cheeks, she covered herself with the duvet. We have a long night, Aashi.She buried her face in the duvet when a knock startled her..“Ma'am, are you awake?”She yelped only for Maya to ask in concern, “Are you okay?”Afraid she might enter the room, Asmaira replied, “Y-Yes.”“Ok, you and Amaan, sir, didn’t come for breakfast. Feriha mam sent me to check if you would be coming?”As if his name summoned her sanity, a bolt ran through her body. She hastily looks arou
Let Me Hate You Right or Wrong?
Time stopped.Amaan saw realization replacing desire in Asmaira’s eyes.And as if reading her thoughts, he found her escaping him, again. However, this time, he didn’t make an attempt to hold or stop her from running. With closed eyes, he leisurely raised his head towards the sky, letting the rain wash over his heated body. A smile broke free, deepening his dimples while he ran his fingers through his wet locks.For a moment, it looked like his rationality was back, holding him from further working on his intrusive thoughts. However, the next second, when his eyes snapped open, he was far away from the poised and composed Amaan Hashmi. What stood in the rain was a predator who smirked at the naivety of his prey. Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and leisurely taking a back step, he moved in action, feeling the bolt of a thrill run through every pore of his body at the vision of a small deer believing she could evade him this time.Unaware of unprecedented doom, Asmaira could only t
Let Me Hate You Rain dance
Amaan reached the mansion but didn’t step out of the car. He sat in a daze even when the abrupt drizzle hit the windshield. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t forget the surge he felt seeing Asmaira beneath him. “Fuck!” He hit the steering wheel and leaned his head back. He was raw and unhinged, so he decided to spend the night in the study. He found it ironic that, being experienced and older than Asmaira, her amateur action to avoid him turned out to be a better solution than his idea of confronting. By the time he mentally prepared himself, the drizzle picked up speed and turned into a pouring rain, drenching him as he walked through the main door. He stepped into his room, fully expecting Asmaira to be sleeping in Kabir’s room. However, a round of laughter from the balcony grabbed his attention. When he walked to the sliding door, his steps came to a slow pause at the sight of his wife playing with the kids without a care in the world. While he was tormented the entire d
Let Me Hate You Thunderstorm
With the bolt of lightning crackling in the sky, Asmaira sat up from her sleep, startled. She was never an admirer of monsoon because of thunderstorms and lightning. She flinched and covered her ears when the lightning struck again, followed by the sound of thunder. She bit her lips hard to avoid her yelp from escaping.Her gaze fell on Amaan’s back, sleeping beside her. She knew how exhausted he was lately, managing both his gaming firm and Hashmi Enterprise’s work. If that was not all, he helped her in taking care of Kabir, ensuring she wasn’t distracted from her studies. By the time he hit the bed, Asmaira could see he drifted into his slumber with fatigue. She felt ashamed thinking about how much he was doing for her out of obligation and responsibility.Lost in thought, when another lightning bolt struck, she couldn’t help but duck and hide her face into Amaan’s back. She paused when Amaan stirred in his sleep. Afraid she had disturbed his sleep, she closed her eyes and practiced
Let Me Hate You Presentation
Amaan stirred in his sleep, and as his newly acquired habit demanded, he spread his arm to the other side of the bed. He frowned, finding the bed empty. He glanced towards the bathroom, expecting Asmaira to be in the restroom. However, when he noticed the door ajar, he sat up.“Asmaira,” his call for her met with silence. He slid out of the bed, thinking if she was in Kabir’s room. Stepping out of his room, he was on his way to Kabir’s room when he noticed a light from the study room. Concerned, he slightly opened the door and noticed Asmaira engrossed in her laptop, looking frantic. His brows furrow when she lets out a low whimper and covers her face with shaking hands. He leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at his simple wife with an annoying habit of keeping things to herself. He has observed her anxiety in the last few days and expected her to seek his help. To his frustration, she never once shared her concern.When Asmaira was ready to give u
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