Myra
Sekhawat Palace
The 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
RanvijayI was more concerned when she told me about that Italian guy. The day I saw her tattoo I understood one thing clearly. This girl belongs to some really powerful family but she is not aware of it. Either she was kept under hidden identity to save her life or she was disowned due to some reasons. It was true that she was married to me to save the Solankis. She told me to put me behind the bar. But every time she got something against me she stopped in between. Maybe she got to know more about her Solanki family too. I started feeling sorry for her. She ended up being a scapegoat. She ended up marrying such a jerk like me who had never loved anyone apart from a few. But she on the other hand never thought twice before saving someone. No matter whether it was Ragini or me or my brother. I had started getting weak towards her. I felt something different towards her. The feeling is genuine and unique. I saw her today in that black long gown and cursed the