Myra
I 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 Ranvijay's body wrapped in numerous wounds and in the pool of blood. I lost my voice, I lost my words. 
"No.... “I tried to shout but felt someone grab my throat to choke me to death. Xavier was laughing like a maniac in front of me. I tried to break free but nothing worked. I was panting hard but there I heard the familiar voice.
"Myra... Myra... What had happened? Someone called the doctor fast. Get the hell out of here everyone........"
I opened my eyes in a hurry with the voice.
It was a bloody nightmare and I was shivering, being not in my full senses. I looked around myself and found myself lying on an unfamiliar bed with a zombie standing beside me. The room was all white and there were different machines inside the room. My mind tried to pick up its pace to remember every single thing that had happened to me inside the hotel suite. I remembered Xavier pointing a gun at me and then his hand moved away towards Ranvijay. The rest of the incidents still felt like haphazard trails of pictures inside my mind. I looked back at the zombie standing there with a pathetic facial expression. 
Yes the zombie was none other than my dear brother Arthur. He looked pale, with dark eyes, unshaved beard, pale face and god knows what more. I looked around to find the rest of my family members peeping through the door. As the oxygen mask was there I moved my fingers to gesture for its removal. There was one IV cannula attached to my left arm. Arthur held my hand and looked at me with thousands of fireflies in his eyes. I had never seen him so dishevelled. It looked like his whole business just got drowned and he just had lost everything.
"Hey." I mumbled with a small smile looking at Arthur.
The door of the cabin opened with the smiling face of Ronan. He came towards me and ran his basic checks. Helping me to rest my back at that hospital bed he leaned to check my eyes and tongue. I felt like a child. 
"How long I was out." I asked Ronan.
"Two and half days." Ronan replied with a half-smile.
"Who got the bullet out?"
"Obviously me. Your beloved brother kept me at gunpoint to do that." Ronan spoke with a pinch of taunting tone.
Hearing that I glared at Arthur who decided to show me a face of "So what?"
"Arthur, he is a cancer specialist."
"But he is a surgeon and the best one." Arthur told me.
I decided to stay calm. I would not be surprised if someone would come now to inform me that Arthur had killed half of the doctors of Italy who refused to treat me. But the major fear that I was having was of Ranvijay. Did he survive? But if I dare to ask that to my brother he would surely kill him again by bringing him out of his coffin.
I looked at Arthur once more and he read my eyes.
"That bastard is safe and sound and transported back to India."
His words were enough to tell me how badly he was pissed off with Ranvijay. I decided to not communicate further over the matter. Sylvia, with my uncle and aunt, came to my cabin. 
I smiled at them. Looking at Arthur once more I told him with care,
"I am fine. You can at least now take some rest."
"It's fine. I would take you back to the mansion first."
"Did you sleep or eat for the past two days?" Before he could speak further Sylvia gave her verdict. 
"Your brother hasn't left your side for the last 48 hours or more."
Shit. I didn't expect that from him. I knew he was always worried but that doesn't mean he had to be so reckless.
"Arthur, take some rest. Please have some food."
"I will. Let me take you back home first."
"I will not come with you."
"Why?"
"Because you stink. Man, have a shower at least you are looking like a zombie."
My last sentence was enough to bring down the temperature of the room. Everyone felt light hearted and the growing tension grew less this time. 
Before going out Arthur hugged me like a little kid by saying,
"Now you stink too."
After keeping me for one more day under watch I was discharged from hospital. Arthur looked better this time. Clean shaved, glittering eyes and determined voice. I entered my room and Arthur sat near me.
"Did Xavier actually shoot you or..."
I was not sure what I was supposed to say. If I told him the truth would he spare Ranvijay? 
"I got my answer." Arthur stood up to leave the room when I held his hand.
"If you were at my place and Sylvia would be standing beside you, what would you do?"
"Let's not discuss this."
He left my room by tucking the duvet and telling me to rest. I knew that he would have been thinking about all the possibilities that I could have used to dodge the bullet. But it was a do or die situation for me. If I wouldn't have pushed Ranvijay he would have gotten the bullet. At least I got it down my collarbone keeping me still safe due to my haphazard movement. 
As I was going through different things in my mind Sylvia knocked at my door. Allowing her in my room I sat leaning my head on the headrest. She sat close to me and looked at my face.
"How are you?"
"Fit and alive."
"Nice. Arthur was too tense."
"Thanks for saving people from his rage." I smiled at her.
We both laughed together later on one common fact. Arthur is always too possessive about his family. Sylvia had become a part of our family too. I felt sorry for her sometimes. Due to my unexpected marriage and unsettled situation Arthur kept her hanging. Still she never complained about that fact. The girl truly loves Arthur.
"I am sorry Myra." She spoke all of a sudden.
"Why so?" I looked back at her.
"It was me who specifically told Ranvijay to leave Italy, because Arthur was not in his senses properly."
"It's ok. It was needed. Two of them are just mad at each other."
"Myra, I think you should think about it now. I told Ranvjiay the same thing. I am not against your marriage. But think wisely. Are you guys actually safe for each other?"
"No. We never were. We were just unaware of the fact."
Keeping me there with a warm hug she left and I decided to look back at the ceiling. Obviously for the upcoming one week Arthur won't even allow me to take a step out.
With time my wound started healing. I got back my strength, power and stamina. Things started falling into their places. I started going on with Arthur again to look after our business and Mafia stuff. 
Arthur never asked me whether I had kept an ongoing communication with Ranvijay or not. Neither Ranvjiay nor Randhir had ever called me. Sylvia told me she had informed Ranvijay about my survival but apart from that she didn't disclose a single information. Uncle Luca was too worried along with Aunt. He was more furious with Arthur because of his negligence towards me. I tried my level best to make him understand that it was only my fault. 
Arjun never showed up in Italy. Mayawati or Rana Pratap, my so-called biological father, never communicated with me. It was actually better for me, and for them. The more I would be away from their memories the more it would be easy for me to survive here. 
Sometimes I visited my grandparents in Milan. They were more than happy seeing me. Even they were shocked to hear about my marriage. The divorce paper was still kept in my drawer. I was gathering courage to sign it as soon as possible. My grandmother told me that I looked exactly like my mother. I saw my mom's old pictures and found her huge albums. Was that too easy for her to leave her family at one go? Just because of her love for a person who had never loved her back? Why is love always complicated? Why are we all bound with our own restraints to let our soul drip in love? I am sure I would never have that answer in my life.
One night I was sitting on the lawn alone looking at the sky. It's been 6 months since the Xavier incident happened. Time and tide wait for none. Someone said it correctly. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without looking back at the owner I replied,
"Ronan?"
"Obviously. Who else could survive in this mansion?"
Arthur literally made himself a walking talking threat. He single handedly finished the entire gang of Xavier. 
Ronan sat beside me. I won't deny my old feelings for Ronan before meeting Ranvijay. But now even by sitting too close we felt a distance of light year among us.
"Thinking about him?"
I snapped my head towards him without answering.
"You know you should have lived a couple of months more with him. You haven't said a proper goodbye to him."
This was the first time someone said about giving my marriage a chance.
"Isn't that too selfish? Like giving trials before using."
"No. Until you are living with a person knowing his every flaw you can't decide to leave or stay. You both lived without knowing each other's past or life. The day you both would learn about reality, you might be mature enough to make a proper decision."
"And if the decision still remains the same like parting ways?"
"Then I will be lucky enough to have someone like you in life."
Hearing his words I jolted at my place. Is he still keeping a hope of living a life with me? Why wouldn't he? After all, we had spent a lot of time before going to India.
"And if it changes?"
"I will start saving more people to balance your deeds."
I couldn't stop myself from punching him after hearing his last words. Just an asshole. Always find a way to irritate me. I rested my head on his shoulder while looking at the stars in the sky.
"We haven't communicated after that incident."
"That doesn't mean you have stopped thinking about him even for a day." How could Ronan know that? Does he see through my soul? Is it visible in my eyes?
"We all are somewhere attached to someone in this world."
"Yes we are Myra. And it's not a sin to love or leave the love. Because for a greater good sometimes we learn to sacrifice our closest thing."
Far away from the window Arthur looked at those two silhouettes sitting on a bench in the lawn. Sylvia came from behind and stood beside him. Wrapping his arms around Sylvia Arthur whispered near her ears.
"Do you think she can love again?"
"I am not sure Arthur. But she can live again that I can assure you."
"Is love that strong to make someone that weak?"
"Ask yourself."
Hearing her words Arthur buried his lips onto her. Kissing her madly he understood one thing for sure.
Love is the most beautiful thing in this world irrespective of gender or caste or anything else. It's his love that always pulls him towards his V. No matter how many girls he had slept with but once V came into his life, he changed. It's his love for Myra that he became very protective about her. But was that the same love that he had seen in Myra's eyes for Ranvijay? Was that the same love that Ranvijay held on that day when Myra was lying in his lap covered with blood?