Let me Hate you by Anjaani (the reading list .TXT) 📗

Who would need them at night time? She asked herself. 

When she heard that there was a separate prayer room, she was wide-eyed with amazement. Indeed, I have underestimated them. She was happy as she finally felt comfortable.

From the maid's conversation, she learned that morning time is the busiest in the mansion as everybody leaves for their respective work. Salar, Jamshed goes to the company while Fariya and Hania go to their NGO after Salar; later, Ishaal will leave for her boutique by 10am, leaving her alone with Kabir Amaan. They said since Amaan has stopped living in the mansion for a year, they don't know his routine. Asmaira thanked them and continued with her prayer.

During breakfast, she saw Fariya and Salar were in deep conversation while Hania and Ishaal were not seen. She hesitated for a moment and went to the kitchen as she didn't want to disturb Fariya. To her surprise, she found both Hania and Ishaal in the kitchen, guiding the staff with the breakfast. Seeing her, Ishaal said, “Good morning! I heard you were up early”, holding her hand and making her sit on the kitchen chair. 

“Well, I am an early riser; I can't sleep till late,” she whispered while trying to make her reply audible. Somehow she couldn't make eye contact with any of the Hashmi and reply in a normal tone. Fariya has already spoken to Hania and Ishaal about her nature and asked them to make her feel comfortable. Ishaal was not surprised by her response. 

“I have taken a few days off from my work, would you like to join me? I will help you with the rest of the things. Maya can help you show around, but since you are part of Hashmi's, I will help you with the rest”, she could not directly tell her that her mother-in-law has asked her to revamp her look. 

“What about Kabir?” Asmaira said with a confused look, I am here for him; why do I need to act one of them? she thought to herself.

“Don't worry about him; Amber will take care till then,” Ishaal smiled and patted her shoulder.

Asmaira wanted to ask Fariya for help at the table, but she could not gather the courage to talk in front of Salar. She was still petrified of him. Sensing her uneasiness, Fariya later asked her.

Asmaira still remembered Amaan's warning last night, and directly she can't ask Fariya for help. She chose her words wisely and said, “Since I am here as Amaan's wife, I wanted to know about his routine as well as likes, dislikes like Kabir; I was wondering if I can prepare his breakfast before he leaves for office.”

To Fariya, it sounded that Asmaira was ready to take her role as a wife and trying to work on her marriage; however, the truth was, Asmaira wanted to know when Amaan leaves and come back from the office so she can plan her time with Kabir and also since she can't directly ask him, not to make him suspicious of her action.

Fariya beamed so brightly, but the next second, her smile stopped. If only she knows when her son comes and goes, she could help Asmaira. But this didn't stop her. She called Salar to make Amaan come back to his office now that he is gradually moving on. Salar initially thought it would be still early to call him back to work, but one demand from his wife and he obliged happily. Who said a ruthless businessman doesn't have a heart, but only for their wife.

When Amaan woke up, it was already noon, his head pounding and his vision still blurry; however, the first thing he thought was Asmaira.

What is that witch up to now? He thought while rubbing his temples. He knew she would be up to something and wouldn't obediently listen to him and keep quiet. As if he knew the answer, without freshening up, he marched towards Kabir's room, wanting to catch her red-handed. 

He stormed into Kabir's room; much to his disappointment, he only saw Kabir with his nanny and a maid whose back was towards Amaan, who was cleaning the room. Ignoring the shocked expression of Amber, he walked around the room to see if she was hiding from him. He checked the closet, and the bathroom still could not find the trace. Still not sure, he went out of the room.

He finally came to his son's room; I should tell Madam Hashmi that she would be so happy, Amber thought. She continued thinking, ‘After Asmaira madam came, he also came to Kabir's room. Is it a coincidence?’.

“Madam, Sir has already left,” Amber said while looking at the maid's back.

Asmaira sighed in relief and turned around, “Please don't tell anyone I wore maid's clothes.”