Illegally His!!??

XL

Meera's POV:

"Yeah, I'm so nervous, Kris! What if I don't fit in there?" I spoke anxiously as I finished getting ready.

"Shush, baby, you'll be fine. Remember, you're THE MEERA LUTHRA," Kris reassured me from the other end of the line.

"I know, but KRIS, I DON'T KNOW! What if I mess up?" Panic seeped into my voice.

"Look, it's your big day. Don't let overthinking ruin it, okay? I know you'll be just fine," he replied firmly.

"Okay, I trust you, big bro. I love you," I said, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

"Love you too, little babygirl. All the best," Kris said before hanging up.

I slipped into a black skirt and white shirt, adding a fitted coat. After tying my hair in a ponytail, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Okay, Meera, you got this.

Just then, the door opened, revealing Xavier in casual trousers and messy hair, a smile on his face. "You look perfect, princess," he said as he entered the room, holding a bowl in one hand and my bag in the other.

"Here, eat this," he said, feeding me a spoonful of curd with sugar. "I've heard Indians eat this on important days."

He placed the bowl on the center table and took my hands, guiding me out of the room and downstairs to the living hall, where Marco, Viktor, Lucian, and some of his men were waiting.

As we reached the bottom, they bowed deeply. Marco spoke first, "You look lovely, ma'am. Shall we?"

Nervously, I nodded and turned to Xavier. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "You'll be fine, princess," before placing my bag on my back.

"All the best, kiddo," Lucian said, handing me a small box of chocolates. "You'll need these," he added with a wink.

I settled into a sleek black SUV, his men taking their places in the cars behind mine. Xavier waved me off, smiling as he said to Viktor in a cold tone, "Her safety is your responsibility, Viktor."

"Yes, boss. Of course," Viktor replied, bowing slightly before settling into the passenger seat.

As the engine roared to life and we sped away from the mansion, I sat back in the seat, tapping my phone nervously. I could feel the excitement and anxiety bubbling inside me as we drove toward this new chapter of my life.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the massive iron gates of the university, Marco rushed out to open my door. "All the best, angel," he whispered with a smile.

"Thank you," I replied, taking a deep breath as I looked at the imposing buildings.

"Meera, I'll be around at all times, and these men will stay around the university to ensure your safety," Viktor said firmly, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

With a nod, I made my way inside, followed closely by Viktor, while the other men discreetly blended into the crowd. As I walked through the campus, I could feel the students' stares and hear their whispered comments.

Well, I suppose it was understandable. An Indian girl walking in with a heavy security detail was bound to attract attention, especially with Viktor standing guard, eyes sharp for any possible threat.

"Tsk, tsk, look who's here. An Indian chick, huh?" a voice jeered from the crowd.

"This should be interesting," another one added with a laugh.

Ignoring the whispers, I headed straight for the dean's office. The secretary greeted me and led me in.

"Meera Luthra, I presume?" The Dean said warmly as he rose, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, offering a polite smile and a slight bow.

"We're pleased to have you, Ms. Luthra. Your first class is with Professor Ivanov," he said, guiding me toward the classroom.

As I entered, the students' eyes turned to me, their expressions filled with curiosity. I motioned for Viktor to wait outside as the dean introduced me: "Professor Ivanov, this is Meera Luthra. Remember I mentioned her?"

"Ah, yes, Ms. Luthra," the elderly professor greeted me kindly, extending his hand.

I shook it with a smile.

"You may sit at the third seat by the window, Meera," he said, returning to his lecture as the Dean left with a final smile.

Once settled in, the professor turned to me and asked in a low tone, "Meera, would you like to introduce yourself before we continue?"

I stood up, smiling. "Hi, I'm Meera Luthra, from India. I'm 19 years old, and I don't speak Russian, so I'd appreciate it if we stick to English."

The professor nodded approvingly and resumed his lecture.

When class ended, I grabbed my books and headed to my locker. That's when a group of boys approached, smirking.

"An Indian chick, huh? Interesting," one sneered.

"I wonder if she's tough or just another typical chicks," another laughed.

Noticing Viktor approaching, I subtly signaled him to stay back. I didn't want any unnecessary trouble for Xavier.

Ignoring them, I focused on my locker until I felt a hand firmly grip my shoulder. "Want some company, darling?" one of them taunted.

How dare he?

I turned, gripping his wrist and twisting it behind his back, slamming him against the locker. "Remember the name—Meera Luthra. Don't you fuckin DARE mess with me again," I warned, releasing him with a firm push.

I wouldn't let these fucking Russian assholes think they could intimidate me.