All Chapters of Let Me Hate You: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

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

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

At the junction, as the traffic light glowed red, Amaan stared out the window, his mind replaying the tumultuous morning's events."Ruslan, you are overreacting," Aslan told his raging brother."Of course, I'm the only one overreacting! Amaan is always right. He gave away my project to that useless Rohit without even asking me!""You're consistently late for meetings, and you still have other projects piling up. He made the right call to lighten your load," Salar interjected. "Your behavior is unprofessional. How do you expect your subordinates to respect you?" he added sternly."Unprofessional? And he's professional? He couldn’t even manage his own wife, and you think he can handle the entire business?" Ruslan scoffed."Enough!" Salar roared.Ruslan knew better than to push his father's temper, which could still ruin anyone instantly. He swallowed his anger, settling back into his chair and promising himself he'd handle the situation his own way.Shoulders heavy with internal turmoil

“She works in my restaurant, and I can vouch for her,” Asher stated firmly.“Asher, it’s so good to see you again,” the warden, Martha, finally smiled, rising from her chair for the first time since Asmaira had met her.“I wanted to stop by earlier, but I was caught up with work. How are the kids?” Asher inquired, taking the seat next to Asmaira. He noticed her deliberate avoidance of his gaze, her eyes fixed on everything but him.“Oh, they all miss you. They’ll be happy to see you. Stay for lunch,” Martha offered warmly.“Regarding the adoption, she is my friend, so I am willing to act as her guarantor. Will that help?” Asher asked, cutting to the chase.“Of course. Just a few papers you have to sign for formality,” Martha informed him.He then requested, “Can Ms. Asmaira meet Ayaan?”Asmaira’s breath hitched. She was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion for Asher, but her surprise intensified when the warden agreed without hesitation. “I’ll send for him.”Asher leaned back, a noticeabl