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

The Party

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This tiny note is to appreciate my followers and also the reader(ghost/non ghost) who felt my story is intriguing enough to give a read. My second book, "One night with Ex-husband," has received a great response, and soon it will roll out.

This Chapter is one of my favorites, and I hope you like it as much I enjoyed it while writing it.

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Asmaira was wearing a similar royal blue saree and matching backless blouse, with a blue sapphire necklace. She was not wearing her glasses, making her look like a different person, with smoky eyes and red lips. People started asking about the new entrant, and she flushed, noticing the unwanted attention.

She was very uncomfortable wearing a revealing blouse, and the saree was showing off her curves which she has been hiding under her baggy clothes. She wished to just disappear rather than to get the attention.

“Asmaira, stop fidgeting, and for God’s sake, stop covering your back. You are making it look odd now,” Mehwish whispered to her while faking a smile towards the guest.

“I am not comfortable with the saree. The back feels as if my blouse string is open.” Asmaira replied while trying to cover her visible waist.

“Ishaal knows I don’t wear such clothes. I don’t understand what made her choose this for me,” Asmaira said in a low voice with a timid tone.

Little did she know that it was Mehwish who had swapped her dress with the saree. She was smirking and looking at Amaan, whose face showed his inside fury, looking at Asmaira, who was dressed exactly like Raina.

“May I have a dance with you?” Jamshed interrupted Asmaira’s line of thoughts.

“Bhai! I don’t know how to dance,” Asmaira embarrassingly replied, not daring to raise her head.

“It’s ok! Just follow my steps,” Jamshed gave her an encouraging smile.

Before Asmaira could decline, Mehwish pushed her forward.

While Jamshed was helping Asmaira dancing, who seemed to be flushed in embarrassment, Mehwish walked towards Amaan and spoke, “Isn’t that Raina's necklace?”

BINGO! All the best for tonight, Girl; Mehwish smiled and walked away.

“See, I told you it is very easy,..1….2….3…...1..2...3, just keep counting,” Jamshed was grinning while Asmaira seemed to relax with his encouragement.

“May I have a dance with my wife?” Asmaira froze when she heard someone from her behind.

Before Asmaira could register what was happening, a cold hand slid on her bare waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

She doesn’t have to look up to see who it was. Her body became cold, her heart rapidly beating, her breathing for a moment stopped when he took her hand in his. She could smell his cologne and could feel his burning gaze on her.

Why is he angry? Did he know about Kabir and me? With that thought, she shuddered.

He pulled her closer, making his lips near to her ear. He slowly whispered, “I see you were enjoying the dance with my brother, and now you don’t want to dance with me?”

She felt his breath on her exposed neck, making her tremble between him. The next moment what he did, made Asmaira heart stop beating for a second. While dancing, he placed both his hands on her bare waist while one hand started moving on her back. She jerked with his touch and looked at him with pleading eyes.

What is he doing? In front of everyone? She cried inside.

Green eyes locked with brown, he didn’t break their stare, simultaneously running his hand on her back as if searching for something. Tears started to well up, but she dare not cry in front of everyone. She was shivering, pleading with her eyes, slightly shaking her head as if gesturing to him to say no.

With a jerk, he pulled her close to his chest, and his hand stopped at a point, and suddenly she felt him tying her blouse string. Reality struck her like a thunderbolt, had Amaan not tied her string, her blouse would have slipped, exposing her body. Indeed, he came to save her from humiliation.

Once he secured the knot, he roughly pushed her and walked away. It was too disgracing for Asmaira; first, she had to attend a party she never did. Second, she was made to wear a revealing dress, third Amaan touched her without her consent, and last, she would have faced dire humiliation if not for Amaan's help.

She was overwhelmed and couldn’t take it any longer. Without telling anyone, she left the party and ran towards her room. She had to let her emotions out, or she would suffocate.

Without noticing her surroundings, she ran into her room and slumped on the bed, crying hysterically, covering her mouth with her hands. Hastily she removed her heels, which was causing her blisters. She lost count of the minutes she was in the room and cried out her emotions. Abruptly, she raised her head and slowly walked towards the balcony.

Placing her hands on the railing, she sobbed, looking up at the sky, and said, “I can’t do it, I can’t…...do it,” dropping her head on the last part.

“What you can’t do, baby?”

She immediately raised her head, and the next moment she saw two muscular hands placed on the railing caging her.

“You are doing great,” he whispered in her ear.

Asmaira could smell the alcohol when he whispered, and she knew Amaan was not in his senses. She had to run, run, or she didn’t know what he could do.

“Ma is calling me,” making an excuse, she pushed his arm with all her strength and ran towards the room. She picked up her heels and turned the doorknob. Once, twice. Her vision was blurry due to her tears and body trembling. Her sweaty palms were slipping on the doorknob, and she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.

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