Queen of the Beast (CEO's Possession)

1| Bundle of Problems

Advika's POV

"All the best, Adu baby!" My mother screamed from the house as I dashed out of it.

I'm not sure how many times I have to tell my mother not to call me Adu! But I don't have enough time to argue with her on this topic. So instead of wasting my time, I decided to leave my house as soon as possible.

"Thank you, mom," I said from outside as I attempted to start my scooter.

But, as my luck isn't always on my side during critical times, it happened again today. Scooty did not begin as he usually does. I even tried kicking it off, but it didn't work.

I kicked its body and then left it standing. I believe it has some grudges with me. I have asked Dad several times to change it, but he never does.

Now that I am running late and only a few minutes away from realizing my dream, this scooty is acting up.

Urgh! I despise everything!!

"Girl? Are you okay?" one of my neighbor's uncles asked "Why are you yelling by standing in the middle of the road?"

His question caused me to look around, and I found myself in the middle of the colony, screaming and talking to myself.

Have I actually gone insane that I don't remember walking to this location and yelling?

"Sorry!" I apologized and bent in front of him.

I can't simply create drama here!

I quickly grabbed my purse and ran out of there before anyone could see me and make fun of me.

As I walked down the streets, I noticed two girls pointing at me and laughing as if I were some sort of joker.

Don't tell me I have something on my face!

I can't go to an interview like this right now! I need to check my face before going there.

I looked for the mirror in my bag before realizing I didn't have one with me.

Why!

Why!

Why!

My head turned around, and I caught sight of a car. It seemed to me to be the best option for looking at my face. I dashed over to it and saw my reflection in the glass of the window.

Then I realized why they were all laughing at me. I got the mustache from the lassi* my mother made me drink before leaving the house.

Urgh!

I wiped it away with the back of my palm, but it smudged my lipstick.

Why me, God?

I cleaned the lipstick with tissue paper, which I always keep in my bag. I then opened my mouth and stretched my lips to ensure that it didn't smudge any further and everything is fine and up to the point.

When I pouted, my mirror vanished and a face appeared in front of me.

When a boy in the driver's seat began staring at me as if I had grown two horns on my head, my lips froze in the shape of a pout and my eyes blinked several times.

"What?" he inquired.

I pursed my lips, tucked my hair behind my ears, and murmured sorry to him before slapping my head and running away from him, not without listening to his chuckle.

Why am I embarrassing myself so much?

Just why?

I accelerated my steps and reached down the streets, crossing my fingers that I wouldn't embarrass myself this time. But this was not the time to embarrass me; rather, it was time to curse the day.