Lal Mirch wasn't your typical run-of-the-mill lady. No, she was the military-officer-knows-how-to-kill-you-in-seventeen-different-ways-with-her-bare-hands-demon-from-hell type of lady. Of course, those types of ladies don't attract a lot of men, unless, of course, they are men fond of torture and self inflicted pain. And, let's be honest here, those types of men are not so abundant on this planet. Well, I certainly hope not.

Of course, Lal Mirch also happened to not be the type of lady who wanted manicures when she was a child and gossiped about boyfriends when she was a teen. She does NOT need a male anything for any purpose. Except, on the occasion where she was forced to take them as punching ba- oh, I mean students.

But, as much as she tries to portray herself as a robot without emotions, she is human after all.

And, unlucky her, she also seems to get the worst of luck with men.

But, I guess you wouldn't call having to take a handsome blond-haired blue eyed hottie of a guy as a student bad luck. Well, Lal Mirch would.

She didn't believe in love. Or so she says. Deep down, somewhere in her ice cold rock solid heart was a little bit of functioning emotions. She doesn't acknowledge them of course, but they are still there, whether she likes it or not. And... I think she likes it not.

You see, although she can charge into an open battlefield, knows how to overpower kidnappers (when she's the kidnapee), and is not even remotely uncomfortable undressing in front of men, (she has to do that a lot. You really don't have a choice when you're at war) she doesn't like dealing with anything related to feelings and emotions. It was something she does not comprehend, and never will.

Her brain never will, at least.

Her heart was a different matter entirely. No matter how many times she had tried to stop that red blush from surfacing in her cheeks when he would crack a joke or do something stupid, she always failed miserably. And, to add to her discontent, Colonello always noticed every little detail about her. Including reddened cheeks.

She had tried to convince herself that Colonello was just any other average soldier. In her lifetime, she had seen lots of hot, muscular guys who would try to check her out. She would send them to the infirmary. But somehow, Colonello was different. She just couldn't bring herself to hurt him beyond a large bruise or a winded stomach. He just had this natural charisma.

She couldn't figure out why he always came back to her. There were plenty of prettier and girlier women working in the office that were practically lining up to call dibs on him, but for some reason, Colonello chose Lal. He somehow made her feel special. Like a proper girl instead of the fierce tomboy she was.

Maybe, Colonello was special. Maybe, he would be the one who didn't make her hurt. Maybe, he would be the one to melt her heart.

And it turned out, he was.