Sekhawat Palace
Myra 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
MyraI woke up in the morning as I would be going out to visit different places. Yes I was happy that I will be out after a long time. I packed a few things including my camera. At least now I would have something to show Ronan and Lily apart from marriage ceremony pictures. I hope they would believe that I have literally travelled to different parts of India. They call Jaipur the Pink City. Though Pink is not my colour but I fell in love with this city. Its history, its architecture and many more. Sometimes I went to Ranvijay's grandmother's room to listen to stories. I had never seen my grandparents. So I am kind of greedy for that affection. She managed to tell me historical stories of Jaipur and Rajputana. How had the Rajputana fought against different intruders and many more? How some famous Rajput women fought for their freedom, dignity and self-respect. I believe if my biological father's chromosomes have even a slightest trace left in me, the
Ranvijay"Do you trust me?" Did I hear something wrong? The most doubtful girl was asking me to trust her. Though the steering was in her hand and there was no other option left except trusting her sudden action. I still looked at her with a doubtful look."Yes." The only word escaped my lips without my full consent."Fine. Guide me through the route to reach the nearest safe place."Before letting me say something, she changed the gear and with a large sound the car started moving forward. She was driving the car through the field without giving a shit to anything. The truck driver got confused as for a truck turning around was difficult. As soon as we passed the truck after covering some more distance she picked up the speed and took the car again on the road. I was looking at her knuckles that turned white. Her eyes were fixed on the road. I was sure that she would fuck my car mercilessly but more than fucking what else she would
MyraFlashback Starts"Myra,Myra. What are you doing there?" I heard my mom's voice coming from the house. She came hurriedly to the backyard after hearing some sounds. The boy of my age was pinned down on the ground by me. I strangled him almost with my bare hands. I was just a 9 years old girl then."What the hell is going on Myra? Are you trying to kill him?""No mama. He was speaking trash about me.""That doesn't mean you would do such things. No matter what you would never raise your hand on anybody. No matter what, you would not try to harm anyone.""If they try to kill me then!""Then also it's a no no. Killing is easy but saving is not. If you ever get a chance, save someone but do not kill anyone."Flashback EndsMy body fell on the ground with a thud sound under scorching sunlight. I saw Ranvijay and Randhir moving towards me in a hurry
MyraI couldn't believe I had kissed my biggest enemy. I had kissed Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat."Kissing your husband is not a sin." My inner self gave me a hard slap."Who is the husband? The marriage I had never accepted, that one? The relationship that never flourished, that one? From which perspective Ranvijay is my husband?" Another part of me fought back."From every perspective he is your husband. He has every right to kiss you and as you have also kissed him back, so there is nothing wrong in it."My inner turmoil was at its highest peak when I saw Ranvijay entering the room. There was nothing more than kissing on that day. He left midway of whatever he had started. I am sure this man is completely insane. Just after seeing a single tattoo on my neck he stopped his actions on that day."Am I starting to crave for more?" I asked myself.I still didn't understand what was wrong with my tattoo. Was
MyraSome incidents sometimes brought two people closer to each other. The same had happened with us too. I have stopped marking him as a murderer as I have become one too. I was still in my sleep when I felt a hand around my waist. Surely it would be Ranvijay. Yes, we do share the same bed now though there wasn't any more intimacy apart from a kiss. After that gunshot incident almost every night I used to wake up in cold sweat looking at the wall. I started having nightmares. Every time Ranvijay used to come hurriedly running near my bed to console me. I was unable to sleep for a long time then he started sleeping beside me. He never moved an inch from my side. Since then we made an unknown deal of sleeping together in the same bed keeping a decent distance. Still in my sleep if I stirred or made any movement his hands always got my petite to assure his strong presence. Every time he used to wrap his hand around me putting his head near my neck. His hot brea
Myra"Mumbai Meri Jaan" (Mumbai is my life)Randhir spoke as soon as our private jet landed at the Mumbai airport. That was my first visit to Mumbai. We reached the penthouse of Ranvijay. I could see my arrogant husband is really a billionaire. Keeping me with Z plus security Ranvijay and Randhir both left to finish their meetings and deals. "Underworld don has arrived" this one sentence was enough to make people shiver. I was roaming inside the penthouse and was talking to those servants. They were nice and different from what I saw in Jaipur. Minutes passed like hours. It was almost evening when Randhir returned to the house."Got bored?" Randhir asked me.I nodded, making a childish face."Your brother doesn't bother about me. I thought I might see some glimpses of Mumbai.""Don't worry from tomorrow onwards he will be only with you. That's why he is finishing off his rest of the meetings b
MyraI got ready with my sleeveless skin hugging black gown. I put minimal makeup on and did my hair. The gown fitted me perfectly. I was looking different and my bare back was on display. Ranvijay was going to take me to a party organized by another gang leader from his alliance. Randhir knocked at my door when I was putting on my heels."Spare me a few seconds please. I am coming."I opened the door and came out. His jaw dropped seeing me in front of his eyes."Bhai is going to be killed today. Myra, trust me you don't need anything to kill a person."I glared at him by saying,"Stop saying this. I am just looking normal.""If this is normal then I might say I haven't seen normal till now. Anyway bhai is waiting for you downstairs. Come soon."I walked towards the staircase when I saw him standing downstairs all dressed in black. We do have one thing in common, that is our love for bla
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