"Huh! For the love of God. Get the hell out of here. You guys are making me sick." I am going to kill these noisy women for their wicked love you husband and love you wife show that is being telecasted in front of me.
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady." My father's dark black eyes narrowed, causing Sara to outright laugh.
Right, she always laughs even at the wrong times like funerals. I know she is crazy man!
"Yo Dad! She is getting agitated waiting for her lovely future husband."Sara said making my face red with chilly anger.
That's it. One more word and she'll have a bullet in her pretty little fucking frogmouth who can't stop croaking her nonsense annoying ribbit language. Even, I will not be able to stop myself from doing much more worse.
So I looked at my father. I pleaded with him with the dark green eyes that I inherited from my mom amongst many of her beautiful facial features.
"Damn those eyes of yours and your moms" he mumbled and I knew I had won.
Lalalallalalla........
"I think my daughter wants to get dressed in peace," he said.
No one, I mean no one can dodge away from doing what my father orders to. My father is a bundle of all the 34000 emotions present in the world navigating swiftly to get his task done innocently.
You may ask why am I overreacting. Well, thank God they left or else they would have dressed me like a clown which I definitely think was what Sara was planning to do. That satan of my brother! I would send her back to hell if not for my dearest brother that she captured in her wicked twisted heart.
I straightened my jacket before reaching for my gun and hiding it under a specifically designed zip.
Opening the door, my dad and mom stood there hovering. They looked me up and down and nodded in approval.
Of course, they would. After all, I have a great sense of fashion for an army daughter. Come on why can't I?
Entering my black Porsche 911 GT3, I skimmed through my phone and played Beggin song. I then connected it to the car and my dad started driving.
"Fuck!" I cursed loudly.
"What happened?" My father in the driver seat asked.
"It's about Global enterprises dad! They tripled their profits in less than a fucking year."I rushed out the words skimming through my phone for more details about this.
Father smirked as if he knows something.
"Heard their son took over the company last year." He said with his intense watchful stare.
I knew that. I saw their son at a business conference but didn't dare to meet that handsome cocky bastard. His attitude dude! He is so sick of himself. Arrogant, cocky, self-conceited owl jerk.
And wait what? The business channel says that he somehow also expanded his business into Russia, Africa and England. He has networks going throughout most of the USA. That little fucking ugly duck.
I mean what is he? A fucking genie? A wizard? A magician?
"Oh! Don't you dare say ugly Meera? You and I both know he is far from ugly. Maybe you are smitten by his handsome looks. Am I correct dear daughter?" My father said trying to hold back his laugh.
Oops! I said it loudly.
"Father? Can you please keep your weird sense of humour to yourself? I am so sick of it. And yeah okay I accept that he looks okok and MAYBE a bit handsome.No no not that handsome also." I said feeling nervous.
God! Why am I so nervous when it comes to speaking about him? What is he? A nervous making soul?Lol.
My father lets out a heartful laugh and I rolled my eyes at him to save my pretty little ass from even more embarrassing myself.
I needed a moment but all I could think about was that anonymous Xela who was going to be part of my life. Taking the ring out of my jacket pocket, I stared at the massive ring that would seal our fates forever. FOREVER without love.
Is love even real? I feel every person in this world is anonymous just like Xela whether you talked to them or not. People always have a facade on. Who is even real anymore, to begin with? Funny how we think we know what a person really is when we don't even know who we are in the first place?
So I feel true love is all about lifting that veil and being vulnerable to each other without any fear of judgement and validations. Baring our mind, body and soul to each other and dedicating ourselves to other no matter what comes in the way.
"Let's fucking start this love game Xela," I whispered to myself. I am going to make this work no matter what. I will try to love him. But if he is anything like most males, then he'll dance on my fingertips. Lol.
I've got to be dreaming. We are talking about Xela here who is no normal male as far as the word goes. Thinking of marrying someone so powerful, I sometimes feel inferior which I shouldn't as a wife. But I can't stop these traitorous thoughts which keep me awake all night. This is so fucked up man! I could not wait to spice it up more with my tad bit of innocence.
Xela point of view"Mr Chopra, w-we will be landing in t-twenty m-minutes," one of my new men stammered."What the-" Either he is stammering because he is afraid of being found out or because of my killer aura.That moron!Nodding, I sipped wine and looked through an important file.I still felt his presence. I narrowed my eyes at him and glared hard already imagining how to twist his intestines and hang them around his neck.Something felt wrong. This moron was more interested in my file details. My left eye twitched slightly guessing who he is.I dragged him by the tie harshly."W
Vinod sighed before taking a seat in front of me. "You have bloodstains on your jacket again. You should have let me kill him."Vinod said. "Uh, now that I can't do," I smirked lifting the picture of my future wife. WIFE. I cringed at the word. I wouldn't dare deny that she was damn attractive in fact highly beautiful. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark sex hair and heat throbbing infectious smile. She looks as strong and fierce as me. But I guess it's too early to judge from the looks for all I know she can be a barbie doll with no brains. "Her full name is Meera Kapoor, age twenty-six. S
Xela pov"Hello everyone!"I said with a deep hardened voice. I fixed my posture and flexed my biceps as I looked around to find my future wife.I exchanged some pleasantries and talked to everyone for a while. I was getting impatient waiting for Meera to come in all her glory. But she is nowhere to find so I went to her father to inquire."Mr Kapoor, I see that Meera is not here. May I know where she is?"I ask asked gently which is so uncommon of me."Um, beta, there was an emergency and she had to go. I hope she'll be here soon. Deeply sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you understand the weight of the situation. Her intel found a lead for KTCO." He rushed the words quickly.
I could hear a man gasping for air and sounds of torture that echoed the basement. I could make out the silhouette of the back of a woman who was speaking to the men in a sexy defence code language. Who knew my cock would go hard hearing only that?As I stepped onto the rail, a few of their men's eyes fell on me. They all looked like they are the guardians of death. She trained them well. Proud of you baby girl.I put my finger on my lips demanding them to be silent while Vinod nodded at them that I am safe and yet they are a bit sceptical. Of course, they'd be since only a few men know who I am.The man's scream brought us to the sinister situation unfolding before our eyes. His screams are getting worse with every passing silence breaking through the deadly silence.
Meera povWho in the hell dares to interrupt me? Fucking bastartd!I glared towards the front of the basement searching for the person who is asking for death.I turned to look at the stranger that called my name who moved swiftly like a snake in the dim light of the basement. Though his voice was smooth and seductive making my toes curl.He wore a black denim jacket with chin pointing up with an air of authority that had me even tremble for a second. Sharp cutting jawline making me gasp at his beauty. I shamelessly stared at the male specimen in front of me.I looked into his intense black eyes that raked over my body as he began to run his tongue over his alluring pink lips. Maybe I could have a taste or two. Who is this hot spicy guy?It was until I clearly saw him under the proper light that shone exposing his sharp features."He is Xela, your fiance," Vinod said in a hushed voice.What the- the world around me
Aryan PovI watched her as she continued eating the butter chicken with no care around the world. Does she even have any idea how painful it is for me to control when she frequently licks her fingers clean, savouring the dish? She looked fragile yet strong when needed. Who'd imagined her to be that merciless and badass minutes ago?Some men in the restaurant were looking at her with lust while some were already undressing her with their sinful eyes. Of course, they can't help themselves even if they want to. She is such a beauty after all, who is tough like diamonds and hard to find and keep. And and and diamonds like her are to be hidden from this greedy world and have them only to ourselves.Nevertheless, I just wanted to pull their eyeballs out and feed them to starved rats.I have been sitting here with her for twenty minutes and I can't stop staring at her juicy lips. Just one chance and I'll be a beast within seconds. If only. I scoffed at my though
If you were a vegetable, what would you be and why? This is the first question she asked. I can't help but answer cockily. I liked emotions that cross her face rarely besides that passive face she maintains that only reminds me of myself. I'd be a cucumber. Because my little Aryan looks just like that. I'm sure you can taste that thing one day. I guess you're not that vacuum to understand what I meant. "Eww. Stop your dirty mind for once and answer it straight." She said with a blush forming on her cheeks. "Fine. I'll be like two cabbages soft and round just like the one's that accompany the Lil Aryan." I replied. God! What am I even blabbering? "Oh, my virgin ears! You know what you're a guy whose instinct is to make others puke with your garbage words. You and your dirty mind. I don't even know how I'll keep up with you if I'd to marry you-" She ranted on and on about how much of an asshole I am. I spaced out when she said virgin ears.
Aryan Pov Urghh!! I hate her. That's all. I just wish her to vanish and never come back to me. I never felt this intense urge to murder someone. She is so infuriating. How could my father pair me with this sick witch? Everything about her just irritates me. I hate that I feel attracted to her which I haven't felt for any other woman. I hate that she always has an upper hand with her oh so great sarcasm. I hate that she doesn't fear me. I hate her because she is so me. That's what I feel for Meera. HATE. She is nothing but an incarnated devil. If there's anything that I love about her, they are- 1. I love to see her saying that Aryan is the most handsome man in the world. 2. RAT. She called me an ugly rat. I'd love to watch her trapped in a room full of starved blood craving rats with nowhere to go. Meera, the merciless chased by starving rats would be one hell of a laughter. 3. Submission. I
Meera Pov I bent over the sofa lying in the basement, the smell of blood and sweat fading into the background as I struggled to contain this newfound anger in me. Repressing the urge to kill him, I kept my voice low, venom dripping from the words. "What the fuck did you just say? I am sure I didn't hear you clearly." He rolled his eyes, not at all concerned by my ire. " I said, I would be the same guy and treat the same way at the restaurant if it were any other girl too." My hand tightened around the piece of my jacket that I was holding my dear life onto, I was surprised it didn't tear. "How dare you make fun of me comparing me to just any other girl? Do you not feel the sting when you speak so low of me? I am to be your wife in a few days. And I am not some bloody girl ok? Do I even matter to you? Even a bit?" I said with a trembling voice. He shrugged. "I don't care. I certainly didn't ask for this ok. So, don't dum
Meera Pov "Be a good fiancee and tell your men how you writhed in pleasure underneath me and begged for my little one." His dark black monstrous eyes swept over me as though I am his fun toy to play with. Don't. Don't Meera. Just don't lose control. He is trying to get back at you. He is a coward to choose this kind of means. I'll fucking show you how to take revenge on someone. How did this fucking idiot become Xela in the first place? I wasn't going to lose my self-control in front of my men. I looked around the room for my boxing bag to release my anger. But to my disappointment, it was already damaged when I smashed Junaibar Armandi hard. My eyes went to another side of the room where my men stood with a tense posture waiting for my command. I have trained them to be savage beasts no matter what. "Fernando ellipse," I said not breaking eye contact with Aryan. It is a command superior in defence use to ask their people to leave.
Aryan Pov Urghh!! I hate her. That's all. I just wish her to vanish and never come back to me. I never felt this intense urge to murder someone. She is so infuriating. How could my father pair me with this sick witch? Everything about her just irritates me. I hate that I feel attracted to her which I haven't felt for any other woman. I hate that she always has an upper hand with her oh so great sarcasm. I hate that she doesn't fear me. I hate her because she is so me. That's what I feel for Meera. HATE. She is nothing but an incarnated devil. If there's anything that I love about her, they are- 1. I love to see her saying that Aryan is the most handsome man in the world. 2. RAT. She called me an ugly rat. I'd love to watch her trapped in a room full of starved blood craving rats with nowhere to go. Meera, the merciless chased by starving rats would be one hell of a laughter. 3. Submission. I
If you were a vegetable, what would you be and why? This is the first question she asked. I can't help but answer cockily. I liked emotions that cross her face rarely besides that passive face she maintains that only reminds me of myself. I'd be a cucumber. Because my little Aryan looks just like that. I'm sure you can taste that thing one day. I guess you're not that vacuum to understand what I meant. "Eww. Stop your dirty mind for once and answer it straight." She said with a blush forming on her cheeks. "Fine. I'll be like two cabbages soft and round just like the one's that accompany the Lil Aryan." I replied. God! What am I even blabbering? "Oh, my virgin ears! You know what you're a guy whose instinct is to make others puke with your garbage words. You and your dirty mind. I don't even know how I'll keep up with you if I'd to marry you-" She ranted on and on about how much of an asshole I am. I spaced out when she said virgin ears.
Aryan PovI watched her as she continued eating the butter chicken with no care around the world. Does she even have any idea how painful it is for me to control when she frequently licks her fingers clean, savouring the dish? She looked fragile yet strong when needed. Who'd imagined her to be that merciless and badass minutes ago?Some men in the restaurant were looking at her with lust while some were already undressing her with their sinful eyes. Of course, they can't help themselves even if they want to. She is such a beauty after all, who is tough like diamonds and hard to find and keep. And and and diamonds like her are to be hidden from this greedy world and have them only to ourselves.Nevertheless, I just wanted to pull their eyeballs out and feed them to starved rats.I have been sitting here with her for twenty minutes and I can't stop staring at her juicy lips. Just one chance and I'll be a beast within seconds. If only. I scoffed at my though
Meera povWho in the hell dares to interrupt me? Fucking bastartd!I glared towards the front of the basement searching for the person who is asking for death.I turned to look at the stranger that called my name who moved swiftly like a snake in the dim light of the basement. Though his voice was smooth and seductive making my toes curl.He wore a black denim jacket with chin pointing up with an air of authority that had me even tremble for a second. Sharp cutting jawline making me gasp at his beauty. I shamelessly stared at the male specimen in front of me.I looked into his intense black eyes that raked over my body as he began to run his tongue over his alluring pink lips. Maybe I could have a taste or two. Who is this hot spicy guy?It was until I clearly saw him under the proper light that shone exposing his sharp features."He is Xela, your fiance," Vinod said in a hushed voice.What the- the world around me
I could hear a man gasping for air and sounds of torture that echoed the basement. I could make out the silhouette of the back of a woman who was speaking to the men in a sexy defence code language. Who knew my cock would go hard hearing only that?As I stepped onto the rail, a few of their men's eyes fell on me. They all looked like they are the guardians of death. She trained them well. Proud of you baby girl.I put my finger on my lips demanding them to be silent while Vinod nodded at them that I am safe and yet they are a bit sceptical. Of course, they'd be since only a few men know who I am.The man's scream brought us to the sinister situation unfolding before our eyes. His screams are getting worse with every passing silence breaking through the deadly silence.
Xela pov"Hello everyone!"I said with a deep hardened voice. I fixed my posture and flexed my biceps as I looked around to find my future wife.I exchanged some pleasantries and talked to everyone for a while. I was getting impatient waiting for Meera to come in all her glory. But she is nowhere to find so I went to her father to inquire."Mr Kapoor, I see that Meera is not here. May I know where she is?"I ask asked gently which is so uncommon of me."Um, beta, there was an emergency and she had to go. I hope she'll be here soon. Deeply sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you understand the weight of the situation. Her intel found a lead for KTCO." He rushed the words quickly.
Vinod sighed before taking a seat in front of me. "You have bloodstains on your jacket again. You should have let me kill him."Vinod said. "Uh, now that I can't do," I smirked lifting the picture of my future wife. WIFE. I cringed at the word. I wouldn't dare deny that she was damn attractive in fact highly beautiful. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark sex hair and heat throbbing infectious smile. She looks as strong and fierce as me. But I guess it's too early to judge from the looks for all I know she can be a barbie doll with no brains. "Her full name is Meera Kapoor, age twenty-six. S