MEETING XELA (PART 1)

"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.