LET ME HATE YOU

Mosquito bites

Asmaira stirred in her sleep, a moan escaping her lips. She forced her eyes open against her protesting body, feeling utterly drained. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to piece together the events of the previous day that had left her so exhausted.

As if a switch was turned on, images of what had happened the previous night flashed before her. She sat up, startled, and gasped at the slow pain in her lower body. She couldn't feel her legs, and when she looked down to know why, she realised she was naked. With flushed cheeks, she covered herself with the duvet.

We have a long night, Aashi.

Startled by a sudden knock, Asmaira buried her face in the duvet, her heart racing with fear and anticipation.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

She yelped only for Maya to ask in concern, "Are you okay?"

Worried that Maya might enter the room and see her disheveled state, Asmaira forced a shaky reply, "Y-Yes."

"Ok, you and Amaan, sir, didn't come for breakfast. Feriha mam sent me to check if you would be coming?"

As if his name summoned her sanity, a bolt ran through her body. She hastily looks around, her heart beating with palpitation. However, noticing the silence around her and the bathroom door ajar, a wave of relief washed through her.

Lost in thought, her eyes fell on the clothes scattered on the floor. Seeing them beyond repair brought back the memory of how Amaan had pounced on her and how she had succumbed to his passion. Her body heated up with the memory, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Subconsciously, she touched her lips in a daze, the guilt weighing heavily on her.

"Ma'am?" Another knock, and Asmaira jumped out of her trance.

"I'll be down in 10 minutes," she replied.

Terrified of her own thoughts and the ghostly touch of Amaan still lingering on her lips, she rushed into the bathroom. Embarrassed to meet her own eyes, she grabbed her toothbrush and turned on the shower. Her fingers itched to touch wherever Amaan had kissed her, especially her throbbing pussy. Cursing herself for having dirty thoughts, she completed her shower and dressed up with whatever she could grab in a hurry.

By the time she was out, Maya was still waiting outside. One look at Asmaira and Maya froze.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Asmaira, assuming she was concerned about her wet hair, waved it off, "I will dry them after breakfast."

Oblivious to Maya's stunned expression, she walked into the dining room. She let out a sigh of relief to find Feriha and her co-sisters. If Salar were there, he would definitely ask her about her tardiness, and she wasn't sure she could articulate anything.

"Sorry, I am late," she excused herself and quickly sat on her chair.

Ishaal, who was about to ask her about her seminar, went wide-eyed and immediately nudged Hania. The latter, curious by Ishaal's expression, followed her gaze only to mirror the same expression.

Unaware of two stares, Asmaira wolfed down a toast. She missed the dinner and was far too fatigued to even notice her surroundings.

"You looked like you ran a marathon?" Hania asked with a straight face.

"I missed dinner last night," Asmaira blurted honestly, taking a bite of her omelette.

Her answer only earned a fit of giggles, earning both hers and Feriha's attention.

"Why are you two giggling?" Feriha noticed the sense of amusement happening between her daughters-in-law.

"Nothing! We were worried about Asmaira. She looks like it was a rough night for her," the moment Hania said, Asmaira's hand holding the fork halted in mid-action.