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

Shopping

That was the last thing Asmaira wanted to do, work with Amaan. She was scared if she said no; he could do anything once they are alone. She agreed momentarily, as she needed time to think about a way to get out of the mess.

Before she could sigh in relief, Amaan immediately said, “Get ready! We will go together”.

“Where?”, this time Asmaira could not stop asking.

“Office,” Amaan shrugged while replying.

Think Asmaira, think fast, her mind was warning her.

As Amaan was about to get up, Asmaira hastily said, “I don’t have appropriate clothes, it won’t look good if I wear something like this. Why don’t I first go with Ishaal shopping and then next week I will join? Ishaal you will help me, right?”.

Asmaira was silently praying Ishaal to agree; however, much to her dismay Amaan again interrupted.

“Ishaal, do you mind if I take my wife shopping today?” giving a playful wink to Ishaal, to which she replied by smiling brightly and shaking her head.

“Now, let’s go. We still have time for your shopping and then go to the office,” with that, he left while Asmaira gawked. Hania and Ishaal gave her encouraging thumbs up.

Sensing Fariya’s reluctance, Salar spoke,” Till yesterday you were worried about their marriage, now that he is taking the initiative, why are you uneasy? Let them handle”, with a smile, he assured his wife.

Back in the car, Asmaira sat close to the door, holding the seat belt, away from Amaan, who was driving like a maniac. Asmaira was afraid of speed as Amaan recollected Raina telling him.

Raina never stopped talking about her and look at this despicable woman. Amaan glared at Asmaira while thinking.

When they stopped at the city center mall, Asmaira looked pale, as if about to puke, her forehead was covered with sweat and her knuckles turned white while holding the belt tightly for dear life.

Asmaira knew shopping was just an excuse; he had an ulterior motive.

“How can I help you, Sir? , one saleswoman approached them.

“Can you help the lady in picking up office wear?” he said while pointing out to Asmaira while he sat leisurely on the couch reading news.

“May I know your preference, Ma’am?” the saleswoman asked with her plastered fake smile.

Seeing Asmaira hesitant, she offered to show around dresses to blazers.

Being a reserved girl, Asmaira always opted for conservative dressing and was not fond of showing her curves. The saleswoman was already irked by her lack of enthusiasm and many times rolled her eyes in frustration. Reading her, Asmaira picked a basic white shirt, one size bigger than hers, and black palazzo pants.

As if I was deliberately doing it, Asmaira frowned, thinking.

“Is this what you are wearing to the office,” not missing the sarcasm in his tone, Amaan asked.

Asmaira was speechless; why is he acting as if I forced him to come for shopping? She cursed him.

Next moment Amaan turned to the saleswoman, much to her relief, and selected a few dresses, all of which were either sleeveless or short.

“I don’t wear revealing clothes,” Asmaira spoke, plucking up her courage which Amaan chose to ignore.

To her dismay, he started selecting the skirts which could easily show off her legs.

“I said I don’t wear such clothes,” irritated Asmaira said.

He gave a side glance, gestured to the saleswoman to collect the dresses, and walked towards Asmaira.

“Help me in recollecting, did I ask your opinion?”.

I had enough of him and his nonsense, Asmaira thought before blurting out.

“I am not wearing such clothes and am not going to the office with you.”

Though she raised her head and spoke directly, looking into his eyes, however, she was trembling inside. For her, it was the first time she took a stand for herself.

10 sec, 20 sec...1 min...3 mins passed, but Amaan was silent, staring at Asmaira.

He broke the stare when the saleswoman came with all the selected clothing showing her way to the trail room.

“Go and try them,” he simply motioned to Asmaira.

Bastard!

“No.”

He turned and whispered something to the saleswoman, to which she replied with a smile and nodded. He walked towards her and said coldly.

“You have 15 mins to try them before we leave”.

This time Asmaira was adamant not to lose her stand. I am living with him; sooner or later, I have to be firm.

However, the next moment he caught her by the arm and dragged her to the VIP room, closing the door behind.

“I don’t mind helping you in changing” with that, he started removing his coat.

“You can’t scare me, stop, or I will shout,” though she put up a brave act, her voice came as a whisper.

Amaan stopped, folding his arms across his chest; he casually said, “Ok, be my guest.”

Her confidence started slipping when she saw him unmoved by her threats, and the next thing he told shattered her remaining courage.

“This is a VIP room for customer privacy; no sound will go out unless you still want to try,” he shrugged.

“Now I give you 1 minute to try them,” looking at his watch, he said.

She was somewhat sure that he would behave in public and won’t do anything inappropriate.

“30 seconds”.

“10..9...8...7...6...5..4...3...2..1.”

“I didn’t know you desperately wanted me to help you,” Amaan smirk.

The next second he grabbed her and started pulling her dress while she was resisting. With a foot taller than her, it was easy for him to hold her petite body. With no way to go, she finally cried out.

“I will change, please don’t, please go out, I will change,” she couldn’t help repeating again and again.

“You know what? I already gave you time”. He gave an evil grin.

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