A week later
It's already been a week since Ranvjiay was in Italy. Randhir went back to look after the business and Takht. Ranvijay waited for Myra. Every time he asked Myra to leave with him, he was awarded with a clean rejection. Today only Myra has decided to meet him once before he leaves for India. In this past one week he didn't leave any single chance to make her understand how badly he wants her. The more he was pursuing the more she was becoming rigid. His dream of enjoying his wife's birthplace with his wife found its way back in a dark alley. There was a time when Myra used to show him her the pictures of her house and college and many more. Every time they were discussing going for a trip it was always Ranvijay's idea to come over here in Sicily. Never in his dream had he thought to come back to Sicily alone. He never thought that his wife would be taken away and he would be returning empty handed. It's really not
"Brother", "Husband"Two words were fighting inside Myra's head whereas Ranvjiay stood with one single pistol in his hand. Xavier stood with another man. Surely more would be coming soon. The first thing Myra tried to remember that was her brother's present state. Closing her eyes she tried to remember every single detail since the gun shot had started in that alley. Their men arrived as she saw those blue dots. Among them Arthur's car was also there. If Xavier would have already got Arthur then surely he would have dragged him here. But she needed to confirm that first."Where is Arthur?" Myra spoke with her gritted teeth."Poor sister. You engrossed yourself so much in saving your husband that you haven't noticed how Arthur was taken down."A small smile erupted in Xavier's mouth as soon as he finished speaking.Myra was still playing in her mind the last encounter like a repeat telecast of any show. There were no calls about Ar
MyraI was running on the empty roads of Sicily. There was coldness and harsh winds all around. My sweats were dripping like some water droplets. I gasped, tried hard to engulf enough air to keep my pace high. The footsteps were reaching me madly. I started getting goosebumps just by thinking about the result of being caught by them. I was panting hard when I reached the safest distance. I looked back once to watch over them. My ears were ringing with the sound of my own heartbeat. At the end I turned my face to run further. But my steps got glued to the surface. I saw him standing in front of me. Xavier pointed his gun towards me. He fired the shot. He didn't miss this time. He was quick to get me on my knees. But I was not feeling any pain. There was blood splashed on my face but no intriguing pain was there in my body. Realisation hit me hard. I looked to my left and right. I saw my wall of strength getting broken into tiny pieces. There was Arthur and Ran
RanvijayI had received a late night call six months back from an unknown international number after two days of my reaching back to India. Thinking about a new mafia or other alliance when I did pick that up, I found it was none but Sylvia. I was told only two sentences but I bet the first one was the one that sounded sweeter than anything in the world."Myra is fine."Yes. I wanted to play that voice a thousand times in my mind. Myra is fine and what else I can expect. I left Italy not because I was threatened by Arthur, but to respect Sylvia and their words. Second part of her statement hurt me too much. Am I really her doom?Sylvia's next statement stabbed me like anything."Don't be the reason for her pain again."She might have said the right thing. Since she got married she was inflicted only with pain. I never knew she was such a gem. I wouldn't even know there are girls like her. Maybe only one. Th
Sicily, Italy"Arthur, at least get married now? How long would you keep Sylvia hanging like this?""Later."Myra was sufficiently pissed off with Arthur's idea of getting married later. This later word became a curse for Sylvia. Though she had never spoken anything or uttered a single word, Myra felt really bad for her. For the past three years that girl was waiting for Arthur. And the big boss of the Moretti family is still not taking any further steps to initiate the marriage. Arthur was almost 30 and Sylvia 24."You know what an irritating piece you are." Myra was literally shouting when Arthur came in front. Picking her by his hand and taking her down stairs he came down by shouting,"Dad, look at your little mafia. She is irritating me.""Drop me Arthur. I am not a kid that you would carry me."“Oh really?”Whenever she used to get angry in her childhood her mother used to take her
Jaipur, IndiaRandhir was informed earlier about Myra's arrival. The moment her jet landed in the private landing zone of Jaipur airport she felt a huge stone on her chest. Jaipur, India. It's been almost 2 years since she left this place abruptly. The moment she stepped out of the airport the memory of her last visit flashed upon. She remembered exactly how she was welcomed. How her name was written as Meera instead of Myra. She took a deep breath to inhale the same scent of the soil of Rajasthan. The sand, the desert vibes and the Rajput cultures everything seemed so similar to her. It felt like she had never left Jaipur. She had just stepped out to stay away. There were 4 black SUVs standing in front of the airport exit gate. Seeing Randhir outside, Myra came out with a blank expression. She couldn't show her vulnerable state to them. It would create more mess and make them weaker. Plastering a normal smile with a “Hello” she moved inside the c
Jaipur, India"Famous politician Rajendra Singh Sekhawat's elder son is in coma due to a sudden life threatening attack on him few days back." - Times Today IndiaAs Myra joined the breakfast table Rajendra threw the paper in front of her by shouting,"What is this Myra?""News. That you are reading." She replied in her calm voice."Listen Myra. We know that you are our daughter in law but whatever you did by releasing such news is not acceptable.""Nobody has asked about your acceptance criteria Mr. Sekhawat.""Myra.." His fuming rage with his anger filled voice shook everyone."Calm down Mr. Sekhawat. Excessive stress is not good for health. The news is not so bad.""It's not true. My son is not in Coma.""That is known to us only. The world must not know at this time and he needs a recovery time and Shaurya is roaming around to take the chance of killing him.""
Randhir was waiting in the hall of Solanki palace when a ringing sound reached his ears. Ragini entered wearing a yellow salwar suit. Her bangles were the reason behind producing such ringing tones during her walk. Seeing her Randhir stood up and walked towards her."Come let's go."Ragini followed him towards the car he parked outside. She was wondering what more changes would come in her life. Her conservative family was allowing her to spend some time with Randhir before marriage. She was given a chance to reject or accept a decision. What else she could want. Settling down in the car she looked at Randhir once. Randhir is not a grumpy one like Ranvijay but he is a mafia too. He wouldn't mind killing somebody who would create a fuss. But he had his gentle and caring side too. He is not as cold as Ranvijay."Done with staring!"His sudden voice shook Ragini as she noticed that even while driving he had already seen her looking at him.
The car moved towards the open ground with Rajendra Singh Sekhawat inside. As the chauffeur drove the car silently Myra sat beside Rajendra with a hard expression. Two body guards were already present inside the car along with that two more cars which were there for their protection. Throughout the entire ride no one spoke a single word. Myra wore an almost white salwar suit. To play along she had to portray the exact character of little scared victim. Nobody knows what she is capable of except Shaurya for sure. And he wouldn't take the chance of opening up such facts by coming into the limelight, if he wanted to keep his father's game on. The disowning drama of father son was equally played from both the sides. As the car reached the venue Rajendra came out of the car and waited. Making everyone shock a tall slender figure appeared in front of the crowd making an equivalent strong stance beside Rajendra. The owner of blue eyes and golden brown hair Myra Moretti stepped forward to r
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