Chapter 4: Foot in the Mouth Moment

"Late, late, late! Of course, I'd be late on the most important day of my life!" Avira muttered as she ran down the long, polished hallways of Singh Industries, dodging employees left and right.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she blabbered to herself.

"One, I'm already late. And two, that idiot! Who does he think he is? Kya maal hai, huh? Idiot toh khud hai!" ( "What a hottie, huh? He's the real iidiot!") she huffed, shaking her head as she sped forward.

Just then—she stopped in her tracks.

A few feet away, an elderly man stood near the reception desk, his papers scattered all over the floor. Without thinking twice, Avira rushed to help.

"Oh no, uncle! Let me help you!" she said, bending down and quickly gathering the documents.

The elderly man chuckled, watching her with curiosity. "Thank you, beta. You didn't have to."

"Arey, what's two minutes? The world won't end if I help someone," she smiled, handing him the papers.

As she dusted her hands, she remembered her real problem.

"Uncle, do you know the way to the CEO's cabin? I have an interview, and I'm already late!" she asked hurriedly.

The man raised a brow. "Oh? Who are you meeting?"

Avira sighed, frustrated. "Some Aditya Singh. I think he's the CEO?" she said, slightly unsure. "Do you know him?"

The elderly man barely controlled his amused smile. "A little bit," he answered vaguely.

"Great! Then you understand! I'm late, but it's not my fault. It's that idiot's fault!" she huffed.

He blinked. "Idiot?"

"Yes! A tall man, black suit, walking around like he owns the place! I think he works here, roaming outside instead of doing his job!" she grumbled dramatically, rolling her eyes.

The elderly man's amusement grew. She was talking about his son. His heartless, terrifying, impossible-to-please son.

"You helped me and got late. Don't you think that was a bad decision?" he asked, testing her.

Avira shrugged. "It was just two minutes! The CEO can wait. Besides, it's not you who delayed me—it's that idiot!" she grinned.

He chuckled. "And how will you handle that idiot?"

Avira smirked. "Oh, don't worry, uncle! I'll handle him just fine."

Little did she know…

The Moment of Realization

Avira finally reached the conference room and sighed in relief. Finally!

She pushed open the door and stopped.

The same uncle she had just helped was sitting inside, calmly reading a file.

She blinked in confusion. "Uncle? You're here too? Are you also here for the interview?" she asked innocently.

Before the man could answer—

A deep, dangerously amused voice spoke from behind.

"Tell me, Dad, do you also want to get interviewed?"

Avira stiffened. Her stomach dropped.

She knew that voice.

She turned around slowly—and there he was. Aditya Singh.

Arms crossed. Eyes sharp. That same black suit.

Avira gulped. Oh, crap.

The elderly man—who was actually Aditya's father—sat back with a smirk. "Beta, I think you've already 'handled' your idiot."

Avira confidently walked into the conference room—only to freeze in horror.

Sitting at the head of the table was him.

The same man she had shamelessly flirted with just minutes ago.

Her boss. 😳

Aditya smirked, arms crossed. "So, Miss Avira… still enjoying the view?" 😈

Oops. She's dead. 💀