All Chapters of Vow To Hate You: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kabir closed his eyes for a heartbeat, letting the flick of his lighter fill the silence as he refused to meet Ayaan’s gaze. Each drag of his cigarette carved shadows into his cheeks, a silent confession of the storm within. Though his brother’s words rang true, Kabir clung to the hope that his weakness was only temporary. He drifted to the balcony, letting the evening breeze tousle his hair as he stared into the gathering dusk, lost in thought.​"You still haven’t told me what happened in that apartment," Ayaan said casually. Kabir snapped, "I told you nothing happened."​"Then why did you send me away when I came to the apartment that day? And please don’t use the excuse that Ziniya might have seen me with you. We both know that’s as much a lie as your marriage to her."​Kabir stiffened, crushing the lit cigarette into his palm without flinching. "You think I’m going soft for the woman who turned my sister into a living corpse? If you can even call what she does living."​"I don

“Zini.” ​ A single word sent her spiraling into darkness. Still shaking from her nightmare, Ziniya froze, squeezing her eyes shut in raw terror. Like a child hiding from shadows, she clung to the hope that if she could not see the monster, it might disappear. ​ It’s just a dream, she kept repeating, a frantic mantra in her mind. ​ “There you are. I was so worried about you.” ​ This is not real. My mind is playing games with me. He isn’t real. Dad! ​ The instant she silently called out for her father, two strong arms enveloped her in a tight embrace. ​ “Ziniya,” Fazal whispered. ​ Hearing the familiar, worried tone of her father’s voice, Ziniya burrowed deeper into his chest, clutching the front of his shirt and whispering in a rush, “Please, don’t let him take me. I… I will do anything you tell me to do.” ​ “Zini—” he was cut off as she continued to mumble, frantic, “Please, Dad, save me.” ​ Fazal’s heart clenched as he held his shattered daughter. Rage burned in his

Ziniya, caught in Kabir’s intense green gaze, whispered, “What…?” Wide-eyed and flushed, she resembled a cornered deer. Kabir tugged her abruptly into his arms; instinctively, she gripped his shirt for balance. Kabir noted how perfectly she fit against him, her feet dangling over the armrest.​He smirked, studying her parted, shivering lips and the vein throbbing in her neck. Her fear fueled his rage, and he pulled her closer. Her lips parted further, her eyes wide, pleading silently.​She released his shirt but kept her arms pressed between them, trying in vain to create distance. She squirmed on his lap, unable to escape.​She wanted to run. Hide. Her hands trembled as she struggled to breathe through the tightness in her chest. She could not cope with her family's ordeal. Never before had she cursed her existence. But now, she wished for death, or for the ground to swallow her. Her quivering breath fanned his face, distracting Kabir as her throat bobbed.​Regaining his focus, h

“You are not my boss. I’m older than you, not the other way around.”​"Older?" Ayaan raised an eyebrow.​“If my memory serves me well, you were born a few months before me, that’s it. And age is just a number; your IQ defines whether you are a leader or a follower. And looking at your grade, I’m skeptical…” he said, smirking purposefully as Raina’s fists clenched and her face turned red with anger, visibly fuming at his taunt.​"Just because Dad asked you to tutor me doesn't mean you can boss me around," Raina said, tossing a cushion. He caught it.​“That’s because Dad knows you only listen to me, not even to him or Kabir,” Ayaan chuckled, seeing her reddened face.​"Kabir Bhai! Stop calling him Kabir," she huffed. "I listen to you because we're the same age—our vibes match."​“Don’t bullshit me, Raina.” Raina frowned at his sudden outburst when she called him her twin.​"Excuse me?" she exclaimed.​"Not excused. Focus on your studies—I don't have all day," Ayaan snapped, pull

As instructed, Ziniya sat quietly in the corner of the huge stainless-steel kitchen.While observing the maids working under Aminah’s order, Ziniya’s gaze raked over the gray-colored flooring, made of what she had no idea. All she knew was the simple flooring of her cozy home, and this was the first time she was inside a mansion. The kitchen of the mansion screamed money and best-in-class, yet for her, it was nothing compared to the comfort of her parents’ home—although it was simple, the house would mean heaven to her.The entire kitchen was either stainless steel or white marble—from the cabinet to the island, from the sink to the table on which Ziniya was sitting quietly. A major part of the wall behind her was covered with a glass panel, with a French door leading to the lawn and the servant quarters. She couldn’t help but wonder what the purpose of the huge place was when only three people lived inside. Still, her simple mind couldn’t fathom the ideology of the rich class, who