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.""

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

Almost One Month LaterRanvijay woke up from his sleep only to find Myra snuggling in his chest. Her silky locks were scattered all over her face. The calmness on her face was telling last night's story. She was a kind of drug to Ranvijay that he couldn't deny or ignore. The little hickeys on her milky white skin were peeping in front of his eyes. Locking some strands of her hair behind her ears he placed a forehead kiss on her temple. For the past one month they had gone through a lot. Continuous encounter with Shaurya's men, his secret killing and many more. The rallies went well along with the other voting agendas. In the mud of dirty politics Myra kept her clothes clean, god knows how.  It was him only who jumped on Myra last night. Keeping fresh meat in front of a hungry lion if someone tells you not to eat, it doesn't make any sense. Same went with Ranvijay too. Myra was lying beside him when he finally reached the bed after so

Sekhawat Palace, IndiaVivaan came down to Rajasthan after Myra and Ranvijay paid a visit to Mumbai. That was a grand entry for both of them. Once his health news spread like a fire, the alliance in Mumbai reached a separate level of happiness. Nobody came to know that it was Ranvijay always behind Myra as a shadow. Since she took the power in her hand those initial days were tough. Even though the leaders were ready to follow his commands, the subordinates still had a negative impression. With time they bowed their heads in front of her wits, appearance, functional ideas and dominance. They couldn't deny one single fact that Ranvijay really got a perfect and equivalent partner for life.Shaurya's movements decreased and that made Myra more worried. Every big storm always comes with surprising silence. Arvind came down to Sekhawat palace to wish them but back in his mind he was dying to murder every single existing member of Sekhawat family. 

Sekhawat Mansion"So finally today Rajendra Singh Sekhawat will be arriving near the J.J. Palace opened to meet the people of Jaipur who elected him again as their leader. Before he moved forward to appear in Delhi, this would be his first grand interaction after winning election." "Merda.  Cosa stanno facendo?" (Shit what are they doing?) Myra was speaking furiously after watching the news broadcast."Here comes again the Italian ghost from my wife." Ranvijay teased Myra when he saw her chanting different things in Italian."Jay, it's not a joke. Currently exposing any of our family members in such a large gathering is a fool's idea." This time Myra comes down English language."Myra, I understand your point of view. But just because Shaurya is alive, we cannot just keep on sitting idle." Ranvijay held Myra's shoulder to calm her down."Jay..." Before she could finish her next words Ranvijay