Sekhawat PalaceRanvijayI was gulping down the alcohol while sitting in my room. I have never felt my room or bed that much empty the way I am feeling right now. Every day I came back to my room to welcome myself with emptiness. I haven't removed her leftover dresses from my closet since she left. Those bangles are still left in front of the mirror where she used to sit to get ready. The same nuptial chain was left by her. The only thing of mine that she had with me was the pendant. I don't know whether she had thrown it away or not. I haven't removed mine. Every night I toss and turn to get accustomed to the sudden rush of being left alone. I try to sniff the bed sheet or the pillow of her to get her smell. How could she just forget everything that happened in between us? Since she had left I became more ruthless according to Randhir. I looked at the picture kept on the wall in front of my eyes. Our wedding picture. She looked angry

As the days were passing Xavier’s attacks increased. It became a cat and mouse game. Every time either Arthur was destroying some warehouses of Xavier or Xavier was trying to steal the shipment of Arthur’s. Most of the time it was Xavier who lost the battle. This time things took an ugly turn. Arthur had his expansion in Asian countries and Xavier attacked some of Arthur’s areas. It was mostly legal business areas of Arthur so eventually they got help from the govt. of those countries. Having faded up, Arthur called a meeting with the Asian Mafia groups to proceed further. Nicolas got furious this time. He was at the verge of setting Norway on fire after hearing about Xavier’s phone call. Myra somehow decided to stay back for a certain time before attacking. Xavier was sufficiently blinded by his revenge, he wouldn't mind putting anyone on death bed. But Arthur and Myra couldn't just go with the flow. They had plenty of people dependent on them. Declaring war

"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

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

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