Queen of the Beast (CEO's Possession)

3| First Meet

Shravan's POV

When my car came to a stop, my eyes were tightly shut and my fingers were so tightly wrapped around the steering wheel that my knuckles had turned white. My heart was thumping in my chest as it had never thumped before, and my blood was pumping through my veins at twice the normal rate. My body was completely out of its control and everything happened so fast that my mind didn't get the time to process it.

When I opened my eyes after a few minutes, I saw a crowd surrounding my car. My first reaction was to slam the door open and come out to bash the girl who had come in front of my car to give her life.

She was sitting on the road with her face covered with her palms. Only if she was a male I would have punched her right away to instill some sense in her head.

"What the hell were you trying to do?" I yelled, "If you want to die, go to the railway station and jump in front of the train instead of coming in front of my car!" I continued ranting while she sat in between the traffic.

When it became too much for her, she folded her fingers, covering half of her face and her big, shiny eyes, which were filled with rage and frustration, came into my view. When her hands moved down slowly and her face came into full view, I forgot everything for a split second. With those attractive features, she appeared cute and innocent to me.

For that brief moment, I was lost in her eyes, and the world around me vanished. Even though there were so many people around me, I felt as if there was no one except her.

No other girl has ever distracted me as she does. I shook my head to break her spell and began shouting at her again to make sure that I was normal.

"If you're thinking about making money from this, let me tell you..."

"Chuuuuuuuppppppppppp (Shutup)" she screamed at the top of her lungs which stopped me in my tracks "ekdum chup! (Just Shutup!)" She again shouted and her voice sounded louder than mine.

"Before scolding me, you should look at yourself too," She said while standing up to stand against me.

She was short for my size, but her confidence towered over her.

"Do you want me to look at myself?" I asked, irritated by the tone she used to talk to me.

"Not in the mirror, but at your mistake," she clarified.

"What exactly do you mean?" The girl is already perplexed, and she is confusing me as well.

"You are to blame for driving while I was crossing the street!"

She said loudly, her eyes ablaze and throwing fireballs at me. I could hear her frustration in her voice, which fueled her rage even more. But that does not mean that she would prove wrong as right. It was her fault that she crossed the street blindly. Anything could have happened if I hadn't applied for the break at the last moment. She could have died, and I could have ended up in jail.

"Do you mean I should have been flying my car through the air just because an angel named you were walking down the street?" I asked sarcastically, and the people watching the show around us burst out laughing.

As the people began to laugh, her attention was drawn to them, and she began to look at them one by one. When her gaze returned to me, I noticed small tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but before I could notice them, she blinked several times, absorbing the moisture from her lovely eyes.

I felt guilty the moment I saw those tears in her eyes. Yes, I have anger issues just like my father but I can't see anyone in pain or crying because of me just like my mother. She must have felt humiliated looking at the way strangers are laughing at her.