Sicily, Italy
"Why do people say that Sicily is a dangerous place?" Arjun asked Myra with a question mark on his face.
"Well, because it is a dangerous place. It's the home ground of Italian Mafias and other dangerous people too."
"So being in the most dangerous city, you don't feel scared. But you are afraid of going back to India. So contradictory."
"Oh mio dio(oh my god). Arjun, it's not like that. I have grown up here. It's my hometown. And frankly speaking I haven't met any of the Italian Mafia. I never felt unsafe here. But considering India, well things are different there as much as I have seen through documentary films. I am not sure if they would ever accept me or not." Myra tried to make Arjun understand her situation and her reason behind being uncomfortable.
"Don't worry. You are my sister. Things will be super fine. Well, have you applied for a Visa?"
"Yes, tourist visa. Hope it will be processed soon. As per your idea I have submitted your documents also to state the fact of being a part of Solanki family."
"Nice. Hope things will be better. We have more influence back in India."
"Wow. Great. I don't have such an influence in Italy but things go smoothly with me. I never had any issues."
"Seems like your maiden name Moretti has a good charm here. Or maybe people are afraid of you. You never know, maybe you do belong to a hot shot family of Italy also." Arjun couldn't stop himself from poking his little sister.
Rana Pratap was passing by when he overheard the last sentence of his son. Immediately he flinched at his place.
"I wish Arjun, you never get to know which Italian family she belongs to. I hope her mother did her best to protect her from all such information. She has the blood of the most arrogant and ruthless family of Italy running through her veins apart from Solanki."
Rana Pratap Spoke in his mind while cursing himself.
"My one mistake causes so much damage. I wish I had never met Minerva and never fell in love with her. I wish I would have known that she belongs to Italian Moretti family. But now I have to bear the consequences. I can't deny my own blood and can't take the risk of letting Myra live here also."
While he was busy in arguments with her own subconscious mind a voice came from behind.
It was Arjun who came to talk about it.
"Papa, I hope there is no other thought inside your mind regarding Myra. She would come with us. But I promised her that whenever she would feel like going back she could. We would never force her to make any decision."
"Since when did you start giving conditions to your father Arjun? Are you forgetting with whom you are talking?" Rana Pratap was having pure rage in his eyes.
"Since I came to know that my father had denied his own blood, I started questioning him and putting conditions. One more thing, I have not forgotten with whom I am talking. I am talking to the same person who didn't accept his daughter 19 years back. Who betrayed my mother? You call yourself the crownless king of Rajputana. A king who doesn't have the guts to accept his own wife. And you would no longer be the ruler of Legacy. It will be soon passed to me once Ragini is married off."
Every sentence of Arjun pierced Rana Pratap's heart in a million ways. He couldn't believe his own ears. He could see his grip getting loosen up on many things. But a long time back, just for this power, and his hunger for the throne made him do many things, slaughtering too. Deep in his mind he could clearly see the aggression and rebellious power getting transferred from Myra to his son. Minerva was a born rebel unlike any other ordinary woman. She was an equivalent tower of power like any man. Her sharp mind and clear view was enough to rule a complete empire. How could he ignore this fact? Myra is no less than her mother. She is the ultimate in any situation. During his stay in Italy he understood one thing very clearly that it's hard to win any argument with her. Once she is in charge, nobody else has any right to bring upon any statement or views on some fact. Just like her mother, she also has the same weak point. She can do anything to save any innocent's life. On the other hand Rana Pratap also believes that Myra won't think twice before destroying a traitor or anyone who would try to play with her. For the first time in his life he could see his own fear standing in front of him. His own daughter, Myra Singh Solanki or Myra Moretti.
While Arjun and his father were having a little bit of heated conversation, Myra came into the picture. Sensing her presence both of them shut their mouths.
"Mr. Solanki, I believe because of me there won't be any fight between you and your son. Moreover I don't want to be the sole reason for family fights."
Arjun waa trying to say something but hearing the cold threatening voice of Myra he decided to remain quite. Nowhere in his life, has he ever met any girl so powerful and strict like her. Sometimes Arjun asks in his mind, "Does she prepare her every speech before delivering? How could a girl be so composed and calm? Her private life is not in limelight. She has everything but still it feels like she has plenty of things hidden under her blue eyes."
Rana Pratap raised his face and looked at her.
"Beta, nothing would happen. You won't be the reason for any situation. I promise you that."
"Well, Mr. Solanki, first my name is Myra not beta. Secondly, it would be good if I don't find myself in the middle of any family drama. I don't want to be a part of that."
As soon as she finished her words Rana Pratap got an imaginary hard slap on his face. He understood one point very clearly that he is himself bringing the biggest gale in his palace. He has to take this risk. Either his Legacy would be destroyed by it or it would survive. But, if he doesn't bring her, anyhow his Legacy will be shattered.
Within a week Myra's visa got approved. She started packing. She was looking through her mom's wardrobe when she found the ring with a black stone. It was her favourite since her childhood. Her mother used to say that after her mom, she has the right to wear it. When she decided to move out from here for a few weeks, she decided to wear it. Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved.
"Moretti". "Maybe it is a symbol of the Moretti family", Myra thought in her mind. She took her necessary documents. She informed her office to drop off her work. They still wanted an analyst like her. Cause she was and is one of the best data analysts. They told her to work remotely if possible. After all, they are quite known to her. Finally Lily had arrived.
"I am happy to see you accepting the happiness that was waiting at your doorstep. Myra, it's good to see you getting reunited with your family." Lily was having tears in her eyes.
"Hello, Miss world. I am not going there to get settled. I will be back soon. Don't worry. But as long as I am not here, you have to take care of this house. I would also ask your mom to have a look sometimes."
"Myra, why are you so negative about your stay in India? Of course I would take care of this house. But maybe you would get more reasons to stay back there. You never know what destiny has planned for you."
"Lily. Listen dear, I know you are optimistic. But dear, I have lots of memories with my mama here. In this house, in the garden, in the backyard. Believe me, I can still see myself playing with my mother here and there. I can still feel her presence around me. How can I leave this place? Sicily has seen me growing. This place has seen me from my first cry to my first puberty. The streets of this city have seen my rash drive, my first achievement, my first laugh. This city made me who I am. The composed, calm girl. I will never forget this city."
"Myra, once we get new memories, we learn to live with them. That doesn't mean that we have forgotten our past memories. That does mean that we can live with both of them. Sometimes we need to change places to learn more and live more. Maybe we would find love in a whole new place. But always learn to walk forward. Don't let anything hold you back in a single place."
"I can accept change. I can accept new things. But I can't accept my ignorance of my birth place. It's my home, it's my life. I have my heart here."
"Heart here? Don't tell me you are in love with Dr. Blake." Lily teased Myra.
"Shut up Lily. Ronan is a nice person. He helped me a lot. He gave me strength when I was almost broken knowing my mother's condition. He taught me to be strong in front of my mother to make her believe that she would survive. And she did too for more than one year. I am grateful to Ronan Blake."
"Ooooo. Myra, from Dr. Blake to directly Ronan. Nice leap." Lily started giggling while poking her friend.
"Lily. Stop it. Ronan is just my friend. There is nothing personal. Stop your imagination girl."
"Oh. Then maybe you would find someone better in India. Maybe instead of Mrs. Blake you would be Mrs. ... Well let me think. I don't even know any such surnames of India. Shit girl." Lily was still struggling to remember any surname from India while stroking her temple with her fingers.
"Thank god, you don't remember any surnames. Else I would have married off to any random Indian man." Myra left a breath of relief.
"Ah. Girl. I got it. Mrs. Singh Sekhawat." Lily recalled the surname.
"What? Sekhawat what? Who the hell is this? Where did you get this?" Myra barked on her face.
"Easy Myra. I don't know. But your brother was talking about a man, with whom Ragini is going to get married. Some Vijay..... Something name. And his family name is Singh Sekhawat. That's all I could remember and that's why I made you Mrs. Singh Sekhawat." Lily cleared her thoughts.
"Oh Lily. Did Arjun tell you the entire story of his family? So much information you have about my so-called Solanki family. I am feeling like sending you with them instead of me. Things would be easier for them. You seem quite excited also." Myra mocked her friend.
"Your brother was talking about his family and Ragini. Then he showed me some pictures also. Well, instead of Mrs. Blake, Mrs. Singh Sekhawat is better I think." Lily cracked the ultimate joke.
"Lily, I think I should make you Mrs. Singh Solanki by making you Arjun's wife. You guys seem good together. And as you both are quite talkative, knowing about each other's family, I must say you both can make a nice couple."
"Shut up Myra. I have a steady boyfriend. Richard Iglesias. Now stop this." Lily pouted at her friend like a kid.
"Yeah, yeah steady boyfriend. So Mrs. Iglesias, as you don't like to be Mrs. Singh Solanki, don't make me Mrs. Singh Sekhawat also."
"Ok. I won't say. Mom says that sometimes God overhears us and then God can easily grant the wish by hearing our words. So I won't call you that anymore."
"You are such a kid Lily. If after overhearing you, God grants your wish by making me Mrs. Singh Sekhawat, trust me I would come back running after you just to bite you." Myra showed a fake anger on her face.
Little did she know that God might have heard something?
Myra shifted her gaze for the last time at her house before leaving. She stopped a lone tear from escaping from her eyes. She would definitely miss her city and her home. But if her mom were alive, she might tell her to do the same thing that she had decided to do now. Travelling back to India at least for once. After sharing her details and other information with Lily, Myra gave her one set of keys to her house to take care of. When Arjun took her luggage to move a black SUV pulled in front. A tall handsome man came out of the car and walked straight in front of Myra. Arjun was looking at that man along with Rana Pratap with a questionable expression."Salve, in partenza per l'India?" (Hi, leaving for India?) The man asked in a deep voice."Sfortunatamente sì" (Unfortunately yes). Myra replied.Arjun and Rana Pratap didn't understand much. Though Rana Pratap tried to learn Italian when he was with Minerva but failed miserably.Ar
Jaipur, IndiaSekhawat Palace"Bhai, have you heard, Rana uncle returned from Italy yesterday." Randhir informed his brother."Yes. I was wondering all of a sudden, why his son and he himself left India.""That's my question too." While two brothers were busy talking, Rajendra Sekhawat entered the room."So, my two lion cubs are busy getting answers to some questions. What are Ranvijay's questions Ranvijay?""Have you heard that Rana uncle went to Italy suddenly? His movements were always suspicious. Though he is marrying off his daughter to me, I know he always had his eyes on Takht."Ranvijay finished his words and looked at his father.A small smile curled up on his lips."Ranvijay, I believe you have got something really fishy. Nothing can actually escape your eyes.""Baba, you know me so well." Ranvijay smirked.Randhir was looking like a curious kid towards his brother."Bhai, you didn't tell m
"What's going on?" The owner of the voice was no one but Rana Pratap. Ragini was silent as she was afraid of her father. Mayabati was trying to form a sentence in her mind and Arjun was still searching in his mind the closest return flight. Myra took the charge in her hand and spoke in her usual calm tone. "Nothing as such Mr. Solanki. I was wondering how you would introduce me in front of your people." "As my daughter." Rana Pratap spoke in a tone that even Mayabati flinched at her place. Is he the same person once who denied to accept Minerva and Myra 19 years back? She was searching for an answer in her mind. "Will that be soothing for your so-called dynasty? Or will that be acceptable by the people present here? I might say that news can create havoc. Kindly look at the pros and cons before jumping down to any conclusions." Arjun felt his jaw drop on the floor. He felt like he was looking at some diplomat. "Is this girl even real?"
Myra came back to her room and decided to have a quick call with Lily and Ronan. Though she had dropped the text after her arrival, until she called them, they wouldn't be sitting stress-free. After having a full session of information exchange Myra felt a relief in her heart. Lily was in a full mood. "So, Myra, did you meet any handsome Indian man?" "Lily, let me give you a quick hint. Ragini is getting married without her consent. They have arranged their marriage. Now, do you expect me to jump in this shit?" "What? Myra. Really? Do they live in the Stone Age? I mean it's 21st century." "Well, physically they are living in the 21st century, but I believe their mind set is in the stone era." Both of the girls laughed out loud. After some more chit chat sessions Myra dialled Ronan's number. It's almost 11 p.m. in India so preferably it would be 6:30 p.m. in Italy. She knew that Ronan might be still in hospital but took a chance to talk.
Myra opened her eyes to have a look at her surroundings. It wasn't easy to handle such jet lag that she was having. It was almost 5 o'clock in the morning. She woke up and got freshen up. After some time she came out in her tights to stroll around the Palace. She started searching for a kitchen to have some coffee at least. But the palace was quite big and seemed like a maze to her. She was not in a mood to disturb Arjun. After roaming for around 15 minutes she decided to take a short morning run. As soon as she reached the gate, she found a few guards. Some were in semi sleep, some were not. She smiled and said, "Good Morning.""Madam ji bahar kaha?"(Madam, where are you going outside?). One of the guards asked. Myra didn't understand anything. She looked at him weirdly and gestured something with her hand that was not clearly understood by the guard at all.After coming out of the gate, she started walking towards the road. She remembered this road when she had trave
Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.She decided to stroll before joining the lunch.Ragini was walking to and fro in her room, looking at her phone frequently. Harshly gripping the phone she dialled a number."How many times are you going to ignore my call? Can't you meet me for once?""Why don't you understand? I was sitting beside my father in a meeting. How could you expect me to meet you before it gets finished?" An irritated voice fr
Sekhawat Palace Ranvijay sat with his father and brother in his study. Ranvijay looked carefully at the photos where Shaurya had been spotted with some weapon dealers. Randhir was busy getting other information. "What do you think about this?" Ranjendra spoke with a concerned voice. "Nothing as such. Buying weapons at this time is not weird, but the absurd thing is, without letting me know the dealer cannot sell those to Agnihotris." "The dealer is new, bhai. I checked it. Maybe he would inform us before finalizing the deal. And he doesn't know that we are keeping an eye on Agnihotris." "Good then, else both of them would suffer. But the point is that, Rana Pratap seems quite cold this time. What about our agreement Baba?" "He assured me to join my rally to make a strong appearance. After all they are the royal family Rajputana. Our party will benefit and we will get more seats in this election."
"Shaurya Agnihotri." Myra mumbled in her mind. Myra felt a strong urge of puking hearing the bastard's name. She could still feel those filthy touches of Shaurya. She couldn't believe that a girl like Ragini could choose someone like Shaurya. Sure Ragini doesn't know the real character of Shaurya and thus Shaurya is playing his game."Well, then that's a bad choice." Myra said to Arjun."See, we have so many things in common. But how come you know that he is an asshole.""Well, nothing. Maybe I have radar installed in my system that actually warns me whenever an asshole is around." Myra laughed while finishing her sentences."Girl, you have no filter in your mouth. Anyway, I like your straightforward attitude. Though people would say it's not good for women but I do appreciate you.""Then, make more like me. Educate people, show them that we all are equal. I know it won't be easy, but at least you can try.""Surely. I think it's time to chan
1 Year LaterMoscow, Russia"We all are bound somewhere with someone. The more we try to go away the more we find ourselves entangled with our own needs.""You should be a writer instead of a mafia." Nicolas spoke while looking at Myra."And you should be a romantic lover boy instead of an asshole." Myra replied back."It hurts. Oops." Nicolas faked an expression of pain while speaking."Shut up man.""Get your ass up girl. We are heading to Sicily. It's your brother's anniversary after all." Nicolas laughed while speaking.They were having breakfast and the word fight always happens at the breakfast table only. For the past 1 year it has become their habit. Finishing their breakfast Myra and Nicolas walked towards their private jet."Good bye Russia." Myra waved once the jet left the land.Sicily, ItalyArthur, Sylvia, Luca and Melissa,
1 Year LaterSicily, ItalyArthur woke up in the morning. He was looking at the sleeping figure of Sylvia beside him. Her milky white skin was peeping through the duvet. Tucking the golden strand of hair behind her ears, he rested his back on the headboard. It's been one year since he married Sylvia. As per his promise to his sister Myra, he didn't keep Sylvia waiting anymore. She was the only person who held him tight during the most vulnerable situation. She had gone through a rough patch because of his uncertainty. But Myra was right about Sylvia. She is the best for him.Sylvia stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes when she looked at Arthur."Morning." She whispered."Morning V." Arthur replied.Pulling her sleeping figure a bit she rested her head on Arthur's chest and spoke in a low tone."Missing her? I believe she is at her best wherever she is.""Yeah. I miss her." Arthur rep
Some Deserted Place, Jaipur"Well well look who is here. You know what to do right?" Shaurya called Vivaan who was just waiting a bit away from the place. As per Ranvijay's call he was supposed to be the backup but as per Shaurya he was supposed to shoot Ranvijay and Randhir.The car stopped just a few meters away from the place where Shaurya was standing. He was expecting the slender figure to appear but to his surprise two men in black with dominating features appeared. They came out from the car while putting a small smile on their faces.Once those figures appeared in front of Shaurya his eyebrows frowned a little."Shocked seeing us? Are you expecting someone else?" Ranvjiay spoke looking at Shaurya."Nice game Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. I thought your pretty little wife would be entertaining me. But not an issue, I would prefer to be entertained alone after killing you." Shaurya spoke in such a shameless manner that even
Sekhawat Mansion"So finally today Rajendra Singh Sekhawat will be arriving near the J.J. Palace opened to meet the people of Jaipur who elected him again as their leader. Before he moved forward to appear in Delhi, this would be his first grand interaction after winning election.""Merda. Cosa stanno facendo?"(Shit what are they doing?) Myra was speaking furiously after watching the news broadcast."Here comes again the Italian ghost from my wife." Ranvijay teased Myra when he saw her chanting different things in Italian."Jay, it's not a joke. Currently exposing any of our family members in such a large gathering is a fool's idea." This time Myra comes down English language."Myra, I understand your point of view. But just because Shaurya is alive, we cannot just keep on sitting idle." Ranvijay held Myra's shoulder to calm her down."Jay..." Before she could finish her next words Ranvijay
Jaipur, Old Warehouse"You shouldn't have arrived at this moment. Why don't you understand?""I have lost everything. I have nothing to fear now. But before losing any other thing I would finish him off.""Don't be mad. They are searching for you like a mad dog.""And I am dying to kill them.""Enough.""Don't try to cross my path dad."The conversation went from fatherly love to deathly threatening.Shaurya Agnihotri and Arvind Agnihotri were discussing their upcoming plans. Arvind had lost the election following his power and influence. Shaurya had been already in the hit list. Now with the rising power of Ranvijay they were already cornered."First I need that girl, Myra. That bitch is the major shield of the Sekhawat family now.""Don't even think of Shaurya if you want to live. She is a walking talking nuclear bomb. Each of our members are already exposed.""Not all. Two mo
Sekhawat Palace, IndiaVivaan came down to Rajasthan after Myra and Ranvijay paid a visit to Mumbai. That was a grand entry for both of them. Once his health news spread like a fire, the alliance in Mumbai reached a separate level of happiness. Nobody came to know that it was Ranvijay always behind Myra as a shadow. Since she took the power in her hand those initial days were tough. Even though the leaders were ready to follow his commands, the subordinates still had a negative impression. With time they bowed their heads in front of her wits, appearance, functional ideas and dominance. They couldn't deny one single fact that Ranvijay really got a perfect and equivalent partner for life.Shaurya's movements decreased and that made Myra more worried. Every big storm always comes with surprising silence. Arvind came down to Sekhawat palace to wish them but back in his mind he was dying to murder every single existing member of Sekhawat family.
Sekhawat PalaceFour pairs of eyes were glued to the television screen only, where a live session of counting vote ballots was going on. Myra was least bothered about that. She had a gut feeling that Rajendra's party would win following which a perfect position would be offered to him in ministry. Even if by any means his party fails to win, Ranvijay would anyhow kill Shaurya. They had their plan sorted perfectly with each and every step. Ranvijay and Randhir were busy making different phone calls whereas Myra kept on doing her casual work. Rajendra looked at his daughter in law with the corner of his eyes. She looked bothered and calm but only her son could guess what exactly she was planning.After three hours of counting Rajendra was leading with 23000 votes. Arvind was lagging behind but two major blocks were left. There was a high chance for Arvind to cover up the gap.In the meantime Ranvijay's phone started ringi
Almost One Month LaterRanvijay woke up from his sleep only to find Myra snuggling in his chest. Her silky locks were scattered all over her face. The calmness on her face was telling last night's story. She was a kind of drug to Ranvijay that he couldn't deny or ignore. The little hickeys on her milky white skin were peeping in front of his eyes. Locking some strands of her hair behind her ears he placed a forehead kiss on her temple. For the past one month they had gone through a lot. Continuous encounter with Shaurya's men, his secret killing and many more. The rallies went well along with the other voting agendas. In the mud of dirty politics Myra kept her clothes clean, god knows how.It was him only who jumped on Myra last night. Keeping fresh meat in front of a hungry lion if someone tells you not to eat, it doesn't make any sense. Same went with Ranvijay too. Myra was lying beside him when he finally reached the bed after so
Mumbai, IndiaA female entered in a board meeting room dressed in almost black. Her black boots made enough predatory sound to catch others' attention. Roaming her eyes around every corner of the room she looked at the big decorated chair placed in the middle. Walking straight towards that she made herself comfortable after sitting on it. Surrounded by numerous men of different age and their questionable facial expressions she raised her hand forward to speak."Speak what you have in your mind."The room felt dead silent. One woman among 15 men, the scenario looked way too weird for everyone to handle. People started staring at each other's faces before bringing out their words. None of them actually thought the situation was realistic. They all had heard of recent changes in the Indian Mafia segment but the moment they saw her, they were shocked to their core. A girl of merely 24 or 25 walked inside the most dangerous room filled with some dead