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

Once the lift reached the ground floor, he pulled him by his collar and dragged him towards the reception. Already with the police's presence, the reception was filled with curious onlookers and seeing Amaan in rage dragging a management executive created quite a stir.

Not able to bear the humiliation, Shekhar mocked him, “Ha, looks like she indeed is very special to you. I bet that’s why you hired her, right? To give you company in your cabin.”

His comment makes Amaan disgusted; however, he chose to remain calm and walk away.

“Tell me, Mr. Amaan Hashmi, who is she? One of your whore, right? The idealist Amaan Hashmi finally showed his true color and hired a whore for him.” Shekhar sneered

This earned him another punch and a kick in his crotch.

“She is Mrs. Amaan Hashmi, and you dare touch my wife,” Amaan said out each word.

Silence.

Even Shekhar, who crouched on the floor, was still. Rick’s warning echoed in his mind.

Shit! He thought.

Asmaira was in one of the meeting rooms along with Tara. She was already petrified by Shekhar’s attack, and on top of that, Amaan saw her. She was sure he would blame her for spoiling his reputation and would plan to avenge it.

BANG! The door opened.

“Tara, please go out, now!” Amaan said while glaring at Asmaira.

Knowing his temperament, she obliges, but before leaving, she can not resist and says, "She is already scared, please.” What he told next made her go wide-eyed.

“I know how to treat my wife.”

When Tara left, Asmaira’s hiccups, along with her quivering breath, resonated in the silent room. Asmaira kept looking at his furious form with frightened eyes. Without breaking the stare or breaking the silence, he walked towards her in rage. Clutching the coat tight, Asmaira stood up on her weak legs and started retreating towards the corner.

He will never, believe me, she cried, thinking she will be doomed.

“Did you give him your phone number?” he asked, still walking towards her.

She nodded her head vigorously; her face tear-stained while she couldn't stop crying. She was well aware of his anger and how she had to face his wrath. Trust was never there in their marriage, was remained was hatred.

“Why?” he yelled.

“He..he….told me you don’t answer your phone and he will call me instead for...for the project.” She managed to complete the sentence and flinched when she saw a nerve propping his forehead. 

“Did you talk to him before?” he interrogated.

To which she shook her head.

Asmaira’s back hit the wall, and there stood Amaan at one hand distance.

“Did he touch you?”

This time Asmaira couldn’t reply and looked at him blankly.

“Did he touch you?” he snarled, making her flinch.

She nodded.

“Where?”

What? How should I show him? Asmaira thought.

“I asked, WHERE?” he shouted this time, his voice resonated in the silent room.

Without a second thought, Asmaira removed his coat from her and showed her shoulder where Shekhar scratched her while tearing her shirt.

She closed her eyes tightly, anticipating a slap; however, what she didn't expect was for him to wipe her tears. Asmaira sucks in a deep breath before opening her eyes, only to witness Amaan looking at him with deep emotion. Meanwhile, Amaan called Tara for a first aid kit, and when he saw Asmaira, he felt pity; he felt concerned.

How dare he touch her, he cursed.