Queen of the Beast (CEO's Possession)

21. Preparations

Shravan's POV

I asked Advika to leave the office because I wanted to tell Ayesha that I'm actually going to marry Advika and that she should let go of her infatuation. But what I saw in Ayesha's eyes was a dangerous obsession.

She was so desperate to have me that she even tried to seduce me. That's when I lost it. I never expected her to act like this.

We grew up together, and I've always been as caring toward her as I am with Arya, but she took that care the wrong way.

I was utterly disgusted when Ayesha pulled down her dress. I don't think I will ever be able to look at her the same way again.

If I wait three more weeks for Advika's mother to recover and then marry her, I am sure Ayesha will do something drastic in the meantime. She could even harm Advika or herself. I need to talk to Aditya about this matter.

That's why I have decided to marry Advika this week.

"Mom, come on, we're just going to meet her family, not for an actual wedding," I said, entering my mom's room.

"It's not me, but your sister who is taking her time," she replied, pointing to Arya, who was busy sweeping a brush across her cheekbone with a weird pout.

I don't get what Aditya likes about her. She looks no less than a clown.

"But who invited her?" I asked, squinting in confusion.

"Excuse me! I don't need any invitation," she rolled her eyes, using some weird tool on her lashes.

"What would you do with us? Chote bache bado k beech m nahi bolte," I teased.

{Kids stay quiet when adults are talking.}

She immediately left her make-up and came to me. Her nose flared and her eyes narrowed at me with the intention of killing me.

"Oh, Mr., don't forget that I am full five minutes older than you." She stood straight in front of me with her hands crossed across her chest.

"Just look at our height difference, you piddi (shorty)."  I said straightening my neck, which made a huge 8-inch difference between us.

I had taken a height from my father while she had taken it from my mother.

"Piddi? You should call me Diddi (didi)," she came back.

I was about to retort, but Mom intervened before I could say anything.

"Aren't you getting late, Shravan?" she asked.

I took a deep breath, looked at her for a moment, and felt my anger dissolve. I know I won't find anyone else who can calm me down just by looking at me.

"Let's go."

As we stepped outside, we found the driver placing sarees, sweets, and other items in the car's back seat, with Dad guiding him. Mom had insisted Dad accompany us; I only wanted her with me. Her opinion and approval are all that matter to me.

"Mom, we are just going to meet her parents. There is no need—"

"You did your part by choosing the girl. Now let me do mine. She is going to be my daughter-in-law, and I won't go there empty-handed."

I huffed, letting them do whatever they wanted. She'd be out of my life within six months, anyway.

Dad took the front seat while the driver opened the door for us.

"I will take my own car," I said, starting to walk away.

But Mom grabbed my wrist.

"Shravan, please. Whatever happened in the past, let's not carry it into the future," she pleaded.