"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
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