XELA-SEEING MEERA

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. She graduated from Dhirubhai Ambani School at fifteen and Boston at twenty."Vinod said, sorting through the photos and bringing me back from my trance.

He then added, "But of course, nothing less than perfection for an army kid. From vacation houses, luxury cars, lavish parties to million-dollar suits she is been showered with riches.

She is friends with many actors in Bollywood and top business people. And she recently took over her father's company Kapoor enterprises. Although her mother, Sonam manages practically everything.

Anyway, I must say she is the best candidate in the department.

Now, that got my attention.

"So, what's her position in the department?"I asked waiting eagerly to know more about this chick.

What the fuck is happening to me? Why am I so attracted by this cute cupcake already? She is officially considered contagious for me.

"She is the head of Defense Intelligence Department ." This surprised me even more for she is so young.

Then she might be in a romance with strategic reasoning to grab the position so quickly. Huh!

"And what about these boys? Was she seen with anyone?" I asked wantedly saying boys and not men.

No man! A close source of mine said that she is not into lovers things or hookups.

For lovers could be a weak point. The moment you become close with one another, secrets will be spilled and information would be stolen like a fox in a bitchy night. So she believes it was easier to do without them.

"Hmm," I said quite impressed with her stance. I have the same belief too weirdly enough.

"Sir, your mom asked you to buy something for her since you guys are meeting for the first time," Dev said.

"What should I buy? Pretty massive shiny things like diamond chains, expensive purses or branded shoes?" I asked mockingly, sliding over Meera's photo who somehow captured me in seconds.

I was sick of gifts and nonsense stuff like that. I don't even know what to buy since I hardly know her.

And my mom, Priyanka can't stop her buk buk about her future daughter-in-law. Oh! Wait, correction-her daughter.

These women are gonna be the death of me. Yeah yeah, I know I haven't met Meera yet she already has got me wrapped up with those damn dark blue eyes.

Dude, I am betting that she'd kick your arrogant ass soon which might I add would be earth-shattering, jaw breaking and funny to watch.

She is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, shooting and kickboxing. It looks like her legendary dad has spent most of his free time training her to get her to this place.

"What about these two men?" I asked. I felt jealousy slightly creeping into me for she was too close to them for my liking.

Vinod boomed sensing my inner foreign turmoil. They are her cousin brothers, Zayn and Sidharth.

"WHATEVER," I said brushing it off pretending like it doesn't matter while inwardly I was dancing with joy.

I could tell Meera's dark blue eyes came from her mother, while her darker features came from her father. The whole family looks striking. So sick man!

"Tell me more about her, "I commanded.

She is as ruthless as you are and not a soul would dare to cross you guys. She would put a bullet without thinking twice if her men ever dare be disloyal to her She is so like you and a perfect match to neutralize you.

When I glanced at my men around, they nodded as if they are well aware of what my future wife is like. They fucking didn't even make eye contact which makes this news even more real.

Hearing this made me so proud. Nice. She is young, sexy and lethal. A deadly combination might I add.

I am now wondering how to keep up with women like her.  And I still haven't met her yet I seem to acknowledge her power.

Nodding, I leaned back in my seat, finishing my wine as we set off to meet my dear future wife.

"Dev, get me a car soon. " I sighed asking my third in command. I wanted to drive- needed to drive to get my mind off the hooks and clear all this fuss.

It is one of my 4 S's. Soccer, speed driving, sword fighting and sex.  Well, Sex is something that I haven't done yet and eagerly rooting for it. These help me sort things easily through the thicks of tension.

"Sure sir," he said calling someone.  He is stoic and hard to break since he had a tough past. He only speaks when he's been asked to and is distant from others. He is pretty much like an old soul rotting in a sick room.

While Vinod handed me my personal phone-guess who the anonymous caller is?

My mother duh! She is the most annoying little witch of my family who surprisingly keeps me and my father in check might I add in our limits.  She is the best though.

Bittu, when the fuck will you be here? I don't want my Meera to get upset because of you.

First off, I had to hit my head hard to see if I am not dreaming. I mean my mom rarely swears. RARELY. So it's so surprisingly dreadful to imagine what would happen if she comes to know that I haven't bought any present for Meera.

And secondly, this Meera is already creating trouble for me. I can't imagine what trouble she'd put me in after our marriage.

"Mom! First, don't call me Bittu. It's so embarrassing. And second I'll be there in 10 minutes." I practically whispered slowly anticipating her reply eagerly.

"You better be. They are going to arrive at any moment." She sounded panicked.

"Love you, mom. Be there soon.Bye."I swiftly ended the call to escape her wrath.

Taking the keys from the driver, I slid into my Mercedes AMG GT. Pressing my foot on the gas I rushed out of the airport.

And sure enough, my car pulled up to the modern Indian styled mansion.  I watched as some of my men were running here and there like their asses are on some fire.

Surely my mother would be the reason. She would make a person go crazy if she intends to. Let me tell you it's pure torture. Never I mean never ever dare to piss her off.

"I don't know why she is so excited." I huffed.

"MOM!"I shouted entering the hallway but froze suddenly catching a glance of my future wife's family.

Shit! Looks like I got late again. I am dead.

I hurriedly glanced at my mom only to see her narrowing her eyes at me menacingly. Slicing me to shreds with her dark evil looks.

Man! I have got into real trouble now. Mom is the only person I am afraid of. It's funny how everyone fears me and tremble beneath my stare yet here I want to hide to escape my mom's deadly grip.

I have to bring my "PLEASING MOM" mission into action soon. Lol.