All Chapters of Vow To Hate You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For Kabir, he loved his father more than anyone else yet he masked his love for him by acting indifferent in front of him. He was scared that if he got close to Amaan, he might unknowingly hurt him again. He felt like the king who could turn anything into gold and ended up turning his only daughter into gold by mistakenly touching her. He got money, intelligence, looks and a family name yet his actions always hurt his loved one.Every night, the disappointed faces of his family would flash before him and he deliberately remembered it so that it could keep him going forward. The visible hurt on their faces makes him work harder and make a name for himself. Maybe it was his salvation or maybe he was a coward to hide from his famiily.“Kabir,” Ayaan’s voice brought him out of his trance.“Save it, I’m not in a mood.”“You can’t stay awake late every night. Your mind and body need rest.”“I can’t sleep.”“If this is your way to punish yourself then you are mistaken. This will only exhaust

Ziniya froze, her heart hammering against her ribs, as she slowly raised her eyes from her phone. Standing in the doorway of their shared office cubicle was Kabir Hashmi, his expression unreadable, and he was staring directly at her.Ziniya startled when a cold voice cut through the air. She raised her head to see Kabir standing across her desk. He was without his coat, his hands casually tucked inside his pockets. She abruptly stood up, fisting her phone and instinctively trying to hide it behind her back."Please don't make me stop you. I assume it is more important than your job."She cleared her throat before managing, "Do you require my assistance, Sir?""Only if you are not too busy, Ms. Jabri. I would be glad if you could reply to an urgent email I sent you an hour ago."Every word was laced with sarcasm, and by now, the entire floor was witnessing the scene. Her face heated up with a mixture of anger and humiliation. From the corner of her eye, she could make out people openly

Brushing off the fear of Kabir's potential involvement, she decided to visit Ayaaz after her shift. Even in the cab, she kept her anxiety in check, focusing on logical reasons for his absence.The moment she stepped out of the elevator, she took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. She approached his apartment slowly, attempting to mask her panic with a calm expression. She wasn't sure how convincing she was. She continued practicing deep breathing, which offered some small relief, helping to control her trembling. She then knocked on the door. She waited patiently, counting silently to maintain her composure. When there was no response, she dialed his number, only to be surprised by the sound of his phone ringing from inside the apartment.Ziniya knocked again, her anxiety mounting, but still, there was silence. A sinking feeling gripped her, and she called Ayaaz one more time. Just like before, there was no answer. She didn't know what to think, but with every passing second, a

Ziniya didn't hesitate for a second and hurried out of the room before the door closed. She collapsed onto the couch, drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. She closed her eyes, silently chastising herself for getting swept away by emotion. He was disoriented from the fever, but she was fully aware, and instead of stopping him, she had allowed him to continue. She couldn't deny the jolt she felt when his lips touched her neck and how his firm body pressing her into the bed had melted her resistance. It could have escalated further had Ayaaz not pulled away.She buried her face in her knees, mortified that she hadn't controlled herself and wondering what Ayaaz must be thinking of her. Intimacy had always been a sensitive subject for her, not because she was old-fashioned, but because of her past experiences."Zini," Ayaaz's voice called out, but she didn't lift her head. What would she say to him—that she had enjoyed his kiss?She felt him sit on the other side of

The bell's insistent ring and a subsequent knock finally broke their intense, hungry kiss, causing a flicker of something in Ayaaz's eyes before he abruptly pulled away. Both were breathless, and a voice called from the other side of the door, accompanied by another knock.Ayaaz quickly smoothed his hair and clothes, then released Ziniya before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. Ziniya sat bolt upright as the reality of the moment hit her. Touching her swollen lips in disbelief, her panting subsided into a deep, embarrassed breath, and she covered her face.“You have no idea, seeing my mark over your neck, what all I want to do with you,” his recent words echoed in her mind, and she involuntarily touched her neck.Her thoughts were interrupted when Ayaaz's voice, though distant, resonated: “I will drop you home.” By the time she looked up, he was already gone. She couldn't fathom his sudden reaction or the emotional distance he had created. Their kiss had been unden