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
Sicily, ItalyArthur sat with his father Luca in the board meeting. They were deciding some beneficial part of the upcoming business expansion. The meeting went well. After that they sat together to sort out a few legal paperwork."50 percent on my name and 50 percent on her. That's fine. We can do it as 60-40 also if you want that. I don't mind giving her 60 percent." Arthur said in a calm tone."I still wonder how you can still keep her share intact in the business. I thought someday, you may end up being a jealous freak who would like to have full control over everything.""Even if I want to, I can't. I am still alive just because of her mother. And our family has always believed in equality. Her mother and you were the most fearful duo of our family. I don't know why my aunt chose that bastard.""I was angry too at her decision, but dear, love knows no bounds.""Because of one single mistake, our entire family suffered. You know dad, I u
Arjun, please listen to me, I want to sleep today. Kindly don't make me attend this ceremony." Myra was pleading badly."Oh, dear, how could you miss the Haldi ceremony? All the family members will be there. We all will put Haldi (Turmeric) on Ragini's body.""Why? Why are you all getting mad over marinating her? Seems like you are going to barbecue her. Yesterday I managed to wear those things, but not today. People were gawking at me.""Are you feeling bad? They didn't expect an Italian girl in Indian wedding, that's why they were looking at you. Even my cousins have liked you. Come on. Be a part of it."Seeing Arjun's pleading like a child, Myra decided to join the ceremony.Myra wanted to avoid the ceremony because of many reasons. After the first ceremony itself, she was tired of wearing heavy dresses and jewellery. Secondly, people used to give her weird looks. Thirdly, every tim
Myra couldn't believe what she just saw with her eyes. That chirpy teenager just slit her wrist on the day of her marriage? She couldn't believe it. There was a small note left on the bed side table."I love Shaurya and I don't want to get married to Ranvijay. He is the sole reason for this decision."Myra startled at her place. She was looking horrified. But within a few minutes she composed herself. This was not the time to waste. She had to do something. Immediately she wrapped Ragini's wrist with a cloth to stop the bleeding. She checked her pulse and for god's sake it was still there but faint. After that she dialled Arjun's no."Hello, Myra. Tell me. Do you need something?"Myra didn't know what to say at that moment. How could she inform a brother about his own sister's suicide attempt? That too on her wedding day. Myra kept her voice as calm as possible."Arjun, I want you to be here at Ragini's room immediately. Come alon
Myra understood that they were heading towards the airport. Finally she broke the silence."Why are you heading towards the airport, Arjun?"Arjun didn't utter a single word. He kept on driving silently until they had reached the airport.As soon as she stepped out of the car, Arjun unloaded her luggage in a trolley and took her hand to the entrance."Check your phone. Sorry for being rude. Your tickets are there. After reaching Delhi, stay inside the airport. Don't step out. Your next flight to Milan will be after 5 hours. Drop me a call after reaching Sicily. Sorry for everything."Before leaving Myra, Arjun placed a kiss on her forehead.Myra didn't understand anything. She was super confused. She held Arjun's hand and pulled him."Why are you sending me in a hurry? Tell me Arjun.""It's none of your concern Myra. Just leave this place as soon as possible.""Why? Tell me why?""T
"Prepare for the wedding, Arjun. I am going to marry Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat."The entire V.I.P. the section was silent. Everyone's jaw dropped on the floor. In that pin drop silence suddenly a sound of loud slap was echoed again.History repeats itself. Mayabati slapped Arjun for the second time. Myra felt bad for him. Poor Arjun was getting slapped for no reason. It seems like big brother is getting punished for the mischievous work that his sister has done."What did you tell her? Did you manipulate her? Did you blackmail her? You are just sick like your father. He had never cared for his daughter and always craved power. Now you are also following the same path. You are indulging her in this matter to save yourself." Mayabati held the collar of Arjun's shirt and started shaking him badly.Arjun was double shocked. First Myra didn't even tell him that it was going on in her mind. Secondly, without discussing it with him, she blurted o
Arjun and Rana Pratap left for Sekhawat palace. Arjun couldn't believe that her sister tried to commit suicide. Every time the face and bloodied hand of her sister was flashing upon his eyes he was getting goosebumps. The entire drive was silent. Nobody uttered a single word. Reaching upon the Sekhawat Palace, Arjun hurriedly went inside to search for Ranvijay. He was sitting with his cousins before getting ready. After asking about his presence without any prior notice Arjun barged into the room making everyone startled. There were still a few patches of blood on his shirt which didn't go unnoticed by Ranvijay and Randhir. Before Randhir could ask anything, Arjun spoke in a hoarse voice."I need to talk to you Ranvijay. It's about Ragini."The way he came into the room, all of them understood that something big had happened. But nobody was able to guess the correct scenario. Some thought about accidents also. Before the chatter reached a certain level, Ranvijay came o
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