Sekhawat Palace
Myra and Ranvijay had arrived in Sekhawat Palace and she got more scared. She was already aware of the welcome ceremony, and here what more would come nobody knows. Even Arjun wasn't there to save her from such things. Myra gave a pep talk to herself to be confident. She took the first step out of the car and stood with great difficulty. She was never ready for such heavy dress and ornaments. Before she could take further steps her floor touching veil got tangled with her feet and she stumbled.
"Che diavolo" (What the hell). A sentence formed immediately in her mouth. She felt really embarrassed for such situations thinking that she would fall on the ground in no time. But the most embarrassing thing happened just after that. Ranvijay held her hand and her waist to prevent her from falling down. And the entire group of his cousins hooted while standing around. Myra was feeling like drowning herself in th
Myra had the entire conversation with Ronan in Italian to avoid any kind of information leakage. She felt bad while telling him the lies of travelling and exploring India. She made him believe that she would come back to Italy within 6 months. Lily was happy to know that Myra decided to be with her family. She always wanted her to be happy and not alone. But Myra was unable to tell her the truth. The situation here was so complicated that she found a nice Korean or Chinese drama to make based on it. Everyone here is hiding something from someone. Out of nowhere people popped up like comets. That night Ranvijay didn't come back to the room. And she was more than happy with the fact. The room was big and decorated with beautiful and antique things. Wooden furniture and other stuff were really luxurious. She removed her lahenga and all the jewelleries and felt like a feather. Only after removing such heavy weight did she take a breath of relief and go to the couch to slee
More shock was waiting for her after reaching the room. Ranvijay was busy in his study and he didn't know what kind of dress was sent. He was still in his study after handling the morning drama. On the other hand Myra came to their room and took a quick shower. She looked at the dress that was there and the ornaments too. At first she thought it was same like lehenga. She saw the blouse and petticoat. But watching the third part of the dress carefully she understood nowhere it could be a veil. It should be a saree for sure. The word saree was enough to cut down every strength of wings of her in a single second. The material was heavy and slippery. Nowhere could it be handled by her. And above all she doesn't know how to drape it.She never saw her mother wearing such stuff."Help me YouTube." She almost cried and started watching the tutorial videos. There were different styles of draping a saree. She started searching with the keyword "Rajasthan '' also. After h
Myra It's been seven days since that little hit up conversation took place between Ranvijay's mother and me. I was not taught to accept wrong. My mother was always a woman of her words. I followed her footsteps also. I and Ranvijay share the same room. I slept on the couch as usual. He tried to offer me his bed but I refused. We can't even ask for a double bed as after marriage it doesn't look good. These days Ranvijay usually comes up late in the room. I didn't stop myself from doing work. Ronan is getting worried and telling me to come back soon. I kept my communication hidden from Ranvijay. No matter what he couldn't open my phone without my passcode. It was late at night when I finished my work. My long distance work has become a big headache to me. While I was stretching my arms after working for a long time, I heard the sound of the door knob opening. Ranvijay entered with a rage in his face and eyes. I understood something wrong had happened. Entering
Myra's P.O.V.Days were passing silently as I was trying to gather more information on Ranvijay. The more I am trying to prove Ranvijay guilty the more I am getting irritated. Every time I am making up my mind to prove him guilty, I am finding out more about Rana Pratap Singh Solanki. Arjun was right somewhere. Both the families have their own game, own plotting and own strategies. But the primary betrayal was always from my so-called biological father's side. Every time Ronan is calling me, I am making up some new stories about my travels. I can't disclose the fact of my marriage. One single strong proof against Ranvijay and I will be freed from everything that is happening around. People say when you start living with a person, you eventually get attached with him or her. I don't know about myself but I can see some changes in him. We both don't trust each other and I don't have any plan of gaining his trust. I believe he doesn't bother about this marriage
"Is she pregnant?" The sentence rang like a warning bell in Ranvijay's ear. He was unable to answer that question. There was no such intimacy between him and Myra that could result in a pregnancy. But for him it was more important to carry her in his bedroom at that time. Randhir looked confused after seeing such situations. Ranvijay picked Myra in bridal style and walked straight towards his bedroom. Ranvijay's mother was fuming inside. She was already angry with Myra now after expecting the pregnancy news she was furious."Surely it's not Ranvijay's child." Nandini mumbled under her breath."Will you please stop this right now Maa? Randhir, call our house physician immediately." Ranvijay spoke in a tense manner.He was sure that Myra couldn't be pregnant with his child. Even if there was a slightest chance of her pregnancy then the major question would be, the reason for it. Who is the father of the child? But Ranvijay was not interested in making the matter c
Ranvijay was shocked to see that part of Myra. She is usually a calm person. Apart from her prompt answers she never behaved like a dangerous one. But today he saw something different in her. She was fuming and her facial expression was screaming dominance. No matter how hard she tried to suppress her fuming rage, it was still coming out like a hot lava from a volcano. But one thing for sure, her eyes were screaming the truth. He was still struggling to believe what Myra had just said.On the other hand Myra was still trying hard to free herself. She remembered her promise to her mom. She won't be aggressive over some sudden matters. She started getting some weird sensation due to the close proximity of Ranvijay. No matter what, she was still getting pulled towards this man. This underworld don and his aura, it always provoked her to take further steps. There is something common in between them that binds them together. There is something deeply imprinted in their life
Sekhawat PalaceMyra was in her room when she heard a knock on her door. After allowing the person, she found her mother in law Nandini with a female servant. As she was getting prepared for another storm Nandini came with a big smile."Ranvijay told us to take you to hospital. Please be ready."Hearing such a caring voice out of the blue she got confused. She couldn't understand, for some normal bruises on her wrists, why she had to visit the hospital."But I am fine. I mean nothing had happened."She was still thinking of Ranvijay. Why would he inform his family about their internal physical heated up incidents?"Ranvijay told us to take you there for check-up. Please come with me."Myra understood that there was no point of arguing and fighting. Everyone in this house is afraid of Ranvijay. Unwillingly, she got ready and came down with Nandini to reach the hospital. They took the car with two more guards and left for the hospital.
MyraSekhawat PalaceThe days were passing like fractions of second. I don't know how I had already spent a good two months with that mafia under the same roof. The entire palace is a like a cage to me. The only fresh air is Randhir and his fun moments. He became quite easy with me. At least I get the chance to go out whenever I feel, with him. Ranvijay never allowed me to roam alone. Either he or Randhir with two more bodyguards accompany me whenever I feel like roaming around the city. Maybe this is called perks of being the wife of Mafia. Never in my life had I thought I would end up like this.Randhir knocked on my door when I was in my slumber of thoughts."Bhabisa (Wife of brother is called in Rajasthan), sorry Myra will you come downstairs to have a look into a matter.""Absolutely."I moved out of my room. Being a part of the Royal family, I surely don't
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