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.

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

Urgh! I despise everything!!

"Girl? Are you okay?" an uncle 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, feeling embarrassed.

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.

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.

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?

Without waiting for him to stay anything I just ran away.

When I arrived at the taxi stand, I discovered that there was not a single taxi in sight. How did all of the taxis become so busy so early in the morning?

As I continued walking, I came across a taxi that made me smile. I dashed over to it and sat down right away before anyone could take it away from me. I have to reach there on time.

"All right, let's go!" I spoke to the driver, who was smoking and standing casually beside the taxi.

"Today is our strike, ma'am." He informed me and again got himself busy with smoking.

"What!" I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs.

He cringed.

"Let me tell you that I have an important interview that I cannot afford to miss as it is my dream company. Try to understand what I am saying" I almost whimpered, irritated by the events of the day.

"And today is the day of our strike. I am afraid I can't assist you. Try to understand what I am saying" He said it in the same tone that I used to speak to him in.

"I will pay double the fare" I tried to entice him with this offer.

"Even if you give me ten times the money, I will not drop you at your location!" He was very clear about his intentions.

"Give me your keys, and I will drive it to my destination."

He stared at me, dumbfounded. And it feels like he is going to push me out of his taxi if I don't get out on my own. Before he could embarrass me even more I stepped out, I took a deep breath, and shrugged my shoulders.

I have been through so much today that I am not in a position to face an interview right now. I am already feeling rejected and lost.

Before getting into his taxi and driving away, the taxi driver gave me a look.

The man is willing to drive it empty, but he is not willing to drop me.

Today luck is not on my side.

'Seriously Advika? When does the luck stay on your side?' asked my subconsciousness.

'Never' I replied to it.

And before the people around me could officially declare me insane, I walked away. There are only twenty minutes left, and if I get a vehicle right now, it will take about thirty minutes.

I am screwed!

I walked down the streets like a dead body, my shoulders slumped, my head hung down, and my hair covered my face. It was better this way as I don't have enough courage to face the world anymore.

The constant honking of a car caused me to stop in my tracks and turn my head to see who was bothering me. As I turned around, the window glasses fell down, revealing the same man sitting in the car as before whose car I used as my mirror.

Has he not gone his own way? It's been around ten minutes since we last met. I simply used his window glasses. I don't believe I did anything wrong for him to be following me like this.

"If you want, I can drop you wherever you want," he said, craning his neck out the window.

He offered me a helping hand and opened the car door for me. At the time, I was on cloud nine. All I wanted was this assistance. My face flushed as blood rushed to my cheeks.

"Thanks!" I exclaimed as I walked towards his car.

I opened the door to the passenger seat and was about to sit in it when my gaze was drawn to his face and I noticed him smirking devilishly at me.

I gulped and my body came to a halt. I could smell something wrong here. Thanks to my sixth sense.

"But, NO!"

I slammed the car door as hard and as excitedly as I had grabbed it. With my traumatic past I know not to believe him.

He called me from behind but I ignored him.

I have complete faith in God, and I am confident that if I am unable to give the interview today, there is something good hidden in it. But that doesn't mean I won't give it a shot. I will get there even if I have to walk on my hands and knees, and I will breathe a sigh of relief when I am officially rejected by the chairman in the last round of my interview.

Pheww!

God is punishing me for being a lazy bird.

In my haste to get away from that jerk, I began crossing the street without looking around or at the traffic light.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I missed hearing the car honks, and when I looked up, I discovered that I was on the verge of death.

A car was approaching me at full speed, and all of my senses stopped working at the same time. Instead of fleeing, I collapsed on the road, my palms covering my face.

I am going to die today!

Please, God, forgive my sins!

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Lassi* - the Buttermilk

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