Make Me Your Villain | ✓

Chapter Thirteen

Hayat Azhar

My eyes scanned every corner in vigilance as soon as I stepped foot inside the Malik Haveli.

After what happened yesterday, I had more reasons to avoid Sameer now. He really was a psycho. One minute he'd be all normal and the next, he'd look like he wanted me dead.

Unfortunately, not running into him made me run into Laiba's mother instead, whose name I learned was aunty Zohra.

She glowered at me in disdain from the backyard as I held the door open for dadi. Apparently, she hated me for some reason.

I had never done any harm to either her or her daughter, yet their dislike towards me was as clear as day because dadi treated me well.

Gosh, did they think I'd somehow become a daughter in law of this house or something?

"I told the maid to make tea, beta. Go and see if she's done and bring it out for us," dadi said as she took a seat at the table where aunty Zohra and her husband, uncle Arshad were.

I gave her a nod and went to the kitchen. The house keeper whose name was aunty Faiza asked me to put some pastries and biscuits on the food cart as she poured tea into the teapot.

These rich people sure knew how to enjoy even something as simple as having tea.

Once the woman was done, I grasped the silver beam of the tea cart and wheeled it out.

Holding such an expensive thing made me extra cautious. It wasn't like it would break, obviously. But I still made sure not to crash it into something nonetheless.

And as if his timing couldn't have been any worse, Sameer decided to come downstairs right at the moment I reached the hall.

Great.

He walked down the stairs, his focus on the phone in his hands.

I shot him a glare and instead of continuing my path, I stopped the cart and turned back to go around the couches rather than having to walk past him.

Sensing the abrupt movement, he looked up from his phone and his eyes landed on me from the reflection across the television screen.

I ignored him and wheeled the cart out into the backyard over the marbled passageway, stopping beside the brown table.

Dadi took her tea without sugar. So first, I poured a cup for her.

"Assalamu Alaikum."

My hand stilled. I turned my head to the side right when Sameer walked past me and his hard arm smashed into my face.

Ow- was he blind?!

"Oh, Sameer?" Uncle Arshad lowered the newspaper he was reading and gave Sameer a surprised look. "What's the occasion? You suddenly decided to join us for tea."

He settled in the chair closest to where I was stood but kept his eyes away from me. "I thought I'd spend some time with the family. You are Asra's family after all and she's my family." His voice held no harshness like when he spoke to me and that unnerved me.