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

Coffee

SAIN BAINUU/ HALO,

Since today is my week off, I thought of giving guys a treat and uploading two chapters today instead of one. Grab your cup and enjoy it.

Peace and Love.

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Her first day in office was like hell; the dress and heels were uncomfortable getting her unwanted attention, she was made to run on heels. Not for a moment, she had peace with Tara bossing her around. She understood that Amaan didn’t hire her as a PA but rather as a servant to make her stay away from Kabir.

It was already 8 in the evening, and Asmaira was famished since she had to skip her breakfast and lunch. All she wanted was to go home and sleep, ya sleep with her quilt.

She went to Amaan’s cabin with his 4th coffee expecting him to leave for the day; however, he made her stay till 10 pm to her shock. Even Tara left for the day at 8 pm. She dozed off while waiting for him.

When Asmaira woke up with a jolt, the lights in Amaan’s cabin were off. Fear creeps in.

Did he just leave me alone and went? She feared.

The entire building was deserted and when she saw the time it was already 11.30pm. She slowly rose from her chair, breathing rapidly and controlling her fear. Except for her breathing, she can’t hear any other sound.

She regretted the day she left her phone at her parent’s house; she regretted never asking for a phone from someone else. Now she understood the importance of carrying a phone; however, it was too late. She doesn’t even know anybody’s number to call during an emergency.

She made a note mentally to ask for a phone the next day along with an emergency number.

While she was in thought, she felt someone’s presence at her back; she immediately turned around but saw nothing.

I am imagining things. She patted her chest and decided to leave as soon as possible.

When she went to get her bag, suddenly the lights went off, making everything dark. She started trembling as she was afraid of the darkness and started sweating. She wanted to cry out of fear, but all her imagination started to work; she imagined all sorts of ghost stories. She slumped on the floor, holding herself from shouting out of fear, crawling towards the corner.

Raina, please help. Asmaira was chanting her name for help.

Amaan was watching everything from the corner of the room, and he knew she was nyctophobic. When he was sure she had enough, she turned on the lights and walked towards trembling Asmaira.

He was pleased looking at her curled body. She was on the floor at the corner of her table with her head between her knees, murmuring something. She didn’t even notice the turning on of the lights and was trembling.

He squats down and roughly shakes her, causing her to scream her lungs out. When she saw Amaan smirking at her, she was overwhelmed.

“Next time, don’t sleep during work hours,” he said, giving a devilish smile.

It took a long time for Asmaira to realize what he said, and before she could react, he said.

“Let’s go,” without giving her a second glance.

Dreading that he would leave her again, she ran towards him. Amaan noticed she was still shivering in the car, holding her bag to her chest and murmuring something. He didn’t care; he wanted to make her suffer, and looking at her scared state, he was pleased.

I won’t let you live in peace, Amaan thought.

The office incident was still fresh in her mind when Asmaira reached home. She lost her appetite too. Knowing that it was planned by Amaan, she was dreadful to go to the room. Instead, she went to the garden and cried her heart out. After letting out her emotions, she noticed Amaan had already changed and slept when she went to the room. Depressed with the day’s happenings, she directly went to the terrace and lay on the floor directly. She went into a deep sleep with physical and emotional exhaustion, unaware that the following days will be no less than today.

Amaan was observing her every move the time she entered the room, and when he walked up to her, he saw her sleeping with her curled up body, giving a mocking smile.

The next day, Asmaira suddenly woke up gasping for air as cold water was poured on her.

“Good morning! Slept well?” Amaan gave a big smile while Asmaira was coughing and catching her breath.

“You are already late, 20 minutes to get ready,” Amaan said. He was already dressed.

By the time Asmaira reached the dining hall, it was more than 20 mins, and only Amaan was there at the table.

“You are late again,” looking at his watch and standing up, not letting Asmaira eat.

Asmaira thought if her first day in office was hell, she could describe her next day as horrendous. Apart from acting as her personal maid, Asmaira was asked to organize the file cabinet, which was worse than a storeroom. Amaan didn’t let her eat breakfast, and after skipping last night’s meal, Asmaira was eagerly waiting for her lunch break, and when she was stepping out for the break, Amaan again called her to his cabin.

“I have a meeting at 2:30pm with the project team; I want you to get coffee for them,” he said, not taking a glance at her.

Before she could go to the pantry to get the coffee, he corrected her, "There is a coffee shop downtown. Go there and make sure this time you are not late.”

When she checked the time, it was already 1.50 pm; how am I supposed to get it on time? She thought. While she was still in a dilemma, he added, “Tara will give you details about what coffee to order, and once you are back, you need to attend the presentation too.” With that, he waved her off.

Quickly noting down the list of coffee names, she dashed towards the elevator.

To her luck, she quickly boarded the cab and reached the shop in 10 minutes, and requested the driver to wait for 10 minutes. With each minute passing, her heartbeat was increasing.

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