Make Me Your Villain | ✓

Chapter Thirty Three

Hayat Azhar

The rapping of my knuckles against the door echoed in my ears before I twisted the knob, finding the door unlocked.

Taking a few steadying breaths, I walked into the room, immediately being hit by a gush of wind coming from the open balcony doors.

Contrary to the last time I was here, Sameer wasn't around. The lights were turned off but the decorated lightings from outside were shining some hues of dazzles into the room.

I stepped forward to set the tray on the pristine coffee table. Sneaking a peek all over, I wondered if Sameer had forgotten to lock his door on the way out.

"Who allowed you in?"

My eyes jolted up in alert. Sameer stood in the doorway of the balcony. The golden lights reflected against the side of his face, blanketing the rest of him in the dark.

I straightened myself. "The door was unlocked."

His eyes narrowed. "I thought I made it clear nobody was to enter my room, and that includes you as well."

I released a sigh, keeping my voice composed. "I wouldn't have come if dadi didn't tell me to. I work for her, hence I'm obligated to comply to her words."

He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest. "Dadi told you to come here?"

"Yes." I gritted out, suddenly not liking being bombarded with questions. "She sent this gajrella for you."

Okay, maybe I lied.

Asra once told me Sameer liked sweet dishes so I brought this for him. I wasn't being nice to him because...I felt bad for him or anything! The only reason for my action was because it was Asra's special days and I didn't want this guy to ruin anything for her by being a moody prick.

He didn't respond; just remained standing in his place. I awkwardly shifted my eyes around the lofty room before returning to him.

He was still staring.

After what felt like ages, he spoke up. "Is that all?"

His changed voice threw me off, it came out low and gentle—nothing like the tones he'd ever use when speaking to me.

Did he like sweets that much?

Or wait, did I even hear him right?

"Uh..." I cleared my throat, setting my thoughts aside. "Actually, Asra was asking about you earlier so..."

...so what?

Where was I going with this? Gosh, did I forget all the times he warned me not to order him?

"Okay." His blunt reply crashed my train of worried thoughts. "Thanks."

I blinked dumbly at that.

Sameer slipped his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and I felt his eyes lingering on me before he turned around and walked out again, away from my sight.

What in the world was wrong with him?

I shook my head, deciding to leave his room without mulling over the unstable moods this guy apparently went through.