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

Mrs Amaan Hashmi

Singhania’s project was due in a week, and Amaan was busy with his team. Due to the deadline, Amaan did not focus on Asmaira much to her relief.

While the presentation was going on, Shekhar sneaked out to Asmaira’s cubicle, who was busy with her work and didn’t notice an intruder. When Shekhar put his hand on her shoulder, that’s when she realized she had a visitor, and with the look of him, he did seem to come with an ulterior motive.

“Mr. Shekhar, the...the presentation is in the conference room,” she stammered while retreating, pushing his hand away from her.

“Yes, Amaan needs one of the files, and he asked me to get it from you directly.”

“I...I will get it for you,” she said while walking towards the cubicle door.

“What’s the hurry? The meeting will take time, how about you and me go somewhere..um, somewhere nobody can disturb us.” Shekhar said while closing the door and advancing towards her.

“I don’t want to talk, please..just..leave,” her body reacted to the threat and started trembling.

“Oh! Don’t be so naive now; I heard there is a room adjacent to Amaan’s cabin. I am sure you can lead me there,” he smirked while caging her between the desk and him.

“Leave...now...or—” before she can finish her sentence, he added, “Or what? You will shout? There is no one on the floor.”

Before Shekhar could touch her, she slapped him hard, causing his face to move sideways. Taking this as an opportunity, she tried to run; however, he caught her by her wrists and roughly pinned them behind her.

“You bitch! How dare you? Let me show you your place,” with that, he roughly pulled her shirt while two of the buttons popped out with his force, revealing a part of her chest.

She screamed for help; she screamed at the top of her lungs. Realizing he was too strong for her lame attempt, she bit him on his ear.

“Ahh…” he cried out in pain and loosen his grip on her wrist; however, the next moment, Asmaira pushed him on the ground and ran out of the cubicle while sobbing.

Before rushing out of the door, she looked back to see whether Shekhar was chasing her; however, she bumped into someone, and the next second, her arms were caught. Dreading that it could be Shekhar’s associate, she started shouting and crying.

“Let me go! Please let me go, Raina…..Raina….please...HELP,” she screamed, closing her eyes.

To her horror, the person was not leaving her arms. In fact, he was twitching her gently as if comforting her to open her eyes.

“Raina, please, please save me,” she cried, wriggling.

“ASMAIRA!” Amaan shouted to pull her out from her trance.

She flinched and opened her eyes to see Amaan’s concerned look.

“Amaaa....." finding it hard to utter his name, she froze.

“Mr. Amaan, what sort of people you hire? She attacked me and now pretending as if I did something,” before Asmaira could blame, Shekhar put her in the light.

When Asmaira heard him from her back, she intuitively moved closer to Amaan and whispered, "Please.” while hiccuping. She clung to his shirt, which didn’t go unnoticed by Amaan. Her shaky lips touching his chest, and she kept giving him a hopeful look. Amaan felt himself drawing closer to the innocence in her brown orbs.

Amaan knew one thing at that moment, Asmaira was extremely scared as she never proactively came near to him. No matter how much he hated her, but that moment, he forgot about his revenge or his vow to make her life miserable. All he wanted to do was to console her. He couldn’t see the sight of her pleading eyes.

“Mr. Shekhar, what are you doing here? We were expecting you in the conference room”, Amaan asked while frowning.

“I was on my way, but your secretary told me there is an important file which she wants me to deliver to you, but when I went inside she started seducing me, and when I didn’t let her, she bit me and ran as if I was molesting her.”

“What!” both Amaan and Tara, who were following him, said together.

“Look, I am here representing Singhania’s and won’t appreciate such a scandal to hamper my image,” without missing the underlying threat Shekhar said.

“Tara, take her to the room” with that, Amaan removed his coat and covered her visible chest.

“And Mr. Shekhar, please follow me to my cabin.”

Amaan was furious when he saw Asmaira’s torn shirt and her hair shattered all over her face. She looked frightened would have been an understatement. She was shivering and murmuring Raina’s name for help.

While in the cabin,

“So you are saying it was my secretary who first approached you?” Amaan asked calmly without showing any emotion.

“Yes, in fact, she gave me her number, saying I can contact her if I want to talk to you,” Shekhar said sincerely.

“I don’t know what her motive was, but I can’t let her tarnish my reputation; I have been with Singhania’s for more than 8 years, and never in my career has anyone accused me.”

“But Mr. Shekhar, she never said anything. In fact, it was you who is doing all the talking,” Amaan said while leaning back in his chair.

“Well…I...I thought the way she cried, you will accuse me,” Shekhar tried to justify his stand.

“I want to show you something; please have a look,” Amaan calmly showed him a video.

It was CCTV footage of Asmaira’s cubicle. To monitor her moment, Amaan had installed it in her cubicle without anyone’s knowledge; hence Shekhar was fooled that his actions won’t be captured.

He went pale while watching the evidence, and it was clear that he tried to molest her.

While he was still watching the footage, Amaan received a call from the security, informing him of the police's arrival.

He stood up furiously, loosen his tie, and rolled his sleeves. Before Shekhar could react, two punches already landed on his face making him fall on the floor. The next second he was kicked in his gut and mercilessly dragged out of the cabin. Amaan shoved him inside the elevator while giving continuous instruction to his security via an intercom.

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