Myra couldn't believe what she just saw with her eyes. That chirpy teenager just slit her wrist on the day of her marriage? She couldn't believe it. There was a small note left on the bed side table. "I love Shaurya and I don't want to get married to Ranvijay. He is the sole reason for this decision." Myra startled at her place. She was looking horrified. But within a few minutes she composed herself. This was not the time to waste. She had to do something. Immediately she wrapped Ragini's wrist with a cloth to stop the bleeding. She checked her pulse and for god's sake it was still there but faint. After that she dialled Arjun's no."Hello, Myra. Tell me. Do you need something?" Myra didn't know what to say at that moment. How could she inform a brother about his own sister's suicide attempt? That too on her wedding day. Myra kept her voice as calm as possible."Arjun, I want you to be here at Ragini's room immediately. Come alon

"Prepare for the wedding, Arjun. I am going to marry Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat." The entire V.I.P. the section was silent. Everyone's jaw dropped on the floor. In that pin drop silence suddenly a sound of loud slap was echoed again. History repeats itself. Mayabati slapped Arjun for the second time. Myra felt bad for him. Poor Arjun was getting slapped for no reason. It seems like big brother is getting punished for the mischievous work that his sister has done."What did you tell her? Did you manipulate her? Did you blackmail her? You are just sick like your father. He had never cared for his daughter and always craved power. Now you are also following the same path. You are indulging her in this matter to save yourself." Mayabati held the collar of Arjun's shirt and started shaking him badly. Arjun was double shocked. First Myra didn't even tell him that it was going on in her mind. Secondly, without discussing it with him, she blurted o

"Our decisions make our future." Myra remembered her mother's words. Of course she is not God to solve anything or everything. But she can at least try. Myra never had a plan of getting married. At least not at the age of 22 that too in a different country with an Indian man. Though she never thought of marrying prince charming, she didn't expect to marry an underworld don also. Now she would be married to an unknown person, in an unknown family. She has to be very careful with her every step.Mayabati came inside the room where those make-up artists were preparing her. That patrimonial heavy Lehenga was looking breath-taking on her. Myra was sweating like a pig inside that. She couldn't believe how people could handle such things. The jewellery that was given by Mayabati was super heavy. The make-up was done differently as they were unable to put heavy makeup on her. Myra was already having fair skin. According to her, she looked like a mannequin. Though Mayabat

Myra had the entire conversation with Ronan in Italian to avoid any kind of information leakage. She felt bad while telling him the lies of travelling and exploring India. She made him believe that she would come back to Italy within 6 months. Lily was happy to know that Myra decided to be with her family. She always wanted her to be happy and not alone. But Myra was unable to tell her the truth. The situation here was so complicated that she found a nice Korean or Chinese drama to make based on it. Everyone here is hiding something from someone. Out of nowhere people popped up like comets.  That night Ranvijay didn't come back to the room. And she was more than happy with the fact. The room was big and decorated with beautiful and antique things. Wooden furniture and other stuff were really luxurious. She removed her lahenga and all the jewelleries and felt like a feather. Only after removing such heavy weight did she take a breath of relief and go to the couch to slee

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