Christian's POV-

No fucking way that I'm gonna marry an uneducated, stupid Indian girl.

" Not happening. I am absolutely not marrying an Indian." I voiced my thoughts.

Grandma looked offended.

" Do you have a problem with people like me, son?" She asked me.

" No grandma, it's just that not all Indian women are not as cool as you." I said.

" Son, the one I am talking about is highly educated and employeed." She said.

I sighed.

" Fine, but first I will conduct a background check on her." I told her sternly.

" Don't even try that Christian. She works for the Government of India. You may land up in deep trouble if you do so." She said.

I smirked.

" Don't worry Grandma. I have my ways." I said.

" That means we will have an Indian wedding! Full of life!!" Mia exclaimed.

" Don't get so exited Mia. We are yet to talk to her parents about it. What if she already is in a relationship?" Dad asked.

" She is not. I am confidant." Grandma said.

" How do you know?" Mom asked.

" I have my sources." She said smartly.

" Okay, so let's talk to her parents. Grandma, give me her's mom's number." Mom said.

" Calm down child, they live in Delhi. Must be sleeping right now." Grandma said.

Mia pouted ridiculously.

" Why are you getting all worked up?" I asked Mia.

" Because I want to talk to my potential sister-in-law." Mia said.

"Unbelievable." I muttered.

We finally did what we were supposed to. Had lunch.

" Christian, I will send you a picture of her by tomorrow." Mom said.

" Do whatever you want." I muttered.

I then left for my penthouse.

Mia's POV-

" Brother has not been wooed by an native here. Let's see if an Indian can do this!!

" Grandma, do you have her photo right now?" I asked grandma excitedly.

" No Mia, but you can search her on social media. Her name is Smriti Sharma." She said.

" There will be so many Smriti Sharmas. How am I supposed to recognise her?" I whined.

" That's why I'm sitting here darling." She said.

" Let me grab my laptop." I said.

I then started searching for her. Hell, there are more than 100 Smriti Sharmas. After an hour, we finally found her. See, mom and I are so desperate.

" Man, she looks pretty." I announced. She is genuinely very beautiful.

"Yes, she really is very pretty." Mom said.

" Wait, I'll send her picture to Christian." Mom added.

" No mom. We will tease him first." I said.

" Call him." Grandma ordered.

" Christian, I must tell you that your to-be wife is way too beautiful than you can imagine." I said as soon as he took my call.

He hung up.

" That (censored) (censored) (censored)!!" I exclaimed.

" Mia! Language!!" Dad shouted.

I rolled my eyes.

I am going to him right now.

" I'm leaving. Will meet you guys soon." I said.

Now brother, time to knock some sense into you.

" Adam, I need to meet my brother right now." I told his bodyguard.

" Miss, Mr Grey has a wish to not be disturbed by anyone." He said.

" Adam, will you let me in or shall I call Christian and tell him off?" I asked him.

" No miss." He said.

I entered his penthouse.

" Brother, come out. See who has come to visit you?" I said sarcastically.

" Mia, didn't we just meet 2 hours back?" He asked me coming out of his study.

" Christian, listen I am here to talk to you about your marriage." I said.

" Not again Mia!" He exclaimed.

" See brother, everyone wishes to see you settled and the girl grandma has thought for you is veryyyyy beautiful." I told him.

" Mia, it's not just about beauty. Will she able adapt in my lifestyle and here in New York? She is an Indian after all. They are way too conservative for my liking." He said.

" Brother, when grandma discussed about an Indian girl, what image came into your mind?" I asked him.

" Nothing Mia." He said.

" Tell me honestly." I asked again.

" Fine! A girl ducked up in tonnes of gold and some traditional attire." He barked.

" Okay. Now look at this." I said, handing him Smriti's picture.

" Who is she?" He asked me.

" A girl. DAUMBO." I said and rolled my eyes.

" Mia, is she the one?" He asked me.

I nodded.

He looked perplexed.

  (A/N- Guys, ignore the knife and handcuffs.)  

Smriti is going to break all my brother's misconceptions one by one, ans this is the thing I am absolutely sure about.

Smriti's POV-

Today we all are going for local investigations and if we can finish them by tomorrow, return to Delhi will be sooner than planned.

" Guys, go to your attoted areas and always stay connected. The tiny bluetooth should always be in your ears." Rajat instructed.

I was given Kupwara District.

" Guys, let's get to work and remember that you have to reach hotel anyhow before 6. No later that that. Am I clear?" Fahim asked.

We nodded.

Sunaina and I were in Kashmiri suits so that we blend in as common residents of the area. Damn, we are not habitual with these dresses. So uncomfortable!!

Sunaina's Attire-

Smriti's Attire-

" Smriti, Sunaina are you sure you will be able to work in this?" Chaitra asked pointing at our attire.

" Shut up Chaitra and take few pictures of ours. It's not everyday that we wear things like this to work." Sunaina said.

We posed and then started for our places. Instagram can wait!

After 5 long hours of investigation, I got my hands on 3 major contacts of the arm suppliers who supply weapons to these terrorists in the valley.

I decided to contact Sanjay sir first.

" Sir, I have got my hands on some arm dealers contact. I am sending it to you." I said.

" Good job Ms Sharma. Don't take any action unless not instucted." He said.

" Yes sir. Jai Hind." I said.

" Jai Hind." He said and hung up.

After a long day, we reached to the hotel back.

" Guys, tomorrow we will wrap it all up and book a taxi for Delhi. By day after tomorrow, we will reach." Sunaina said.

We nooded. After dinner, we discussed some technicalities with the head office and retired to our respective rooms.

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