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
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