Ranvijay
I 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. The day I returned back to India, Randhir guessed something was wrong. I didn't know how to explain the entire story to him. He was still thinking that I might be successful in bringing Myra back. I couldn't deny his eyes searching for Myra once I stepped out of my Jet in blood soaked clothes.
"Bhai, bhabisa?"
"She won't be coming." I had replied with a single piece of information but I knew it broke his heart a million times too. Looking at my dishevelled state he kept on asking questions until I broke and told him the story. I told him how she ended up being shot in the process of saving me. I told him how useless I was to save her or not be with her in her extreme need. For the first time ever I felt useless being the King of Indian Mafia. What's the point of being King if I am unable to protect my Queen? But the truth is she is more than a queen. She is the King of her own kingdom. 
Arjun decided to fly back to Sicily after hearing from me but I stopped him personally. The more we would stay away from her the more she would be safe. Every day I walk to my room and hug my emptiness to sleep in. Her pictures, her memories keep on flooding in my mind. She was indeed a part of our life and she won't be removed. But I know I would be destined to be alone.
Election was knocking on the door when my father did seek my help. Shaurya was still untraceable. As Xavier was already killed I was not worried about Myra's safety. Shaurya wouldn't take such a risk of attacking Myra in Italy. But his current connection with an Indonesian group was putting us into grave problems. His father was playing a double game. For election he was pretending to be unaware of his disowned son. But down under he was fully funded and protected by Shaurya itself. I have a separate settlement with Shaurya Agnihotri. He dared to lay his hand on my Myra. Today or tomorrow he has to pay for that sin.
I was searching for Shaurya like a mad dog when my mother knocked at my door. Since Myra had left she didn't speak much after seeing dad's reaction. I don't know whether she had the same grudge or not. At least she shouldn't have. After all, I am alive today because of Myra. Looking at my face she sat near me. Moving her fingers through my hair like my childhood days she called me to grab my attention. 
"Yes." 
"I was thinking as Mr. Mehara would be visiting us, how about you see her daughter once." 
My mother was way too confident while speaking such things in front of me. For a fraction of a second I felt like my ground was slipping under my feet. Yes I had signed my divorce papers but till now Myra didn't. Even if she did, the paper hadn't reached me. Even if we are divorced I don't have any plan to remarry someone and my mother was planning something else. Either she had lost her senses completely or she was getting too obsessed with my marriage.
"Maa, I didn't know we are allowed to do two marriages."  I simply told her.
"Ranvijay, you are forgetting that you had already signed those papers."
"But she didn't."
"Does it matter? The marriage doesn't hold any validity in her country or in her life."
"How could you be so sure that it doesn’t hold any validity in her life? Maa, Myra is my wife as long as she is alive."
"You will regret it soon."
"I am already. But not for marrying her but for bringing her to a place where only pain was offered to her."
I was not in a mood to continue my argument. Even if she doesn't sign the papers I won't mind. I won't mind waiting for her to grow old. I won't mind asking her again to run away with me when she is done with her Mafia life span. But how could my mother think that I would be marrying someone else? The marriage holds validity in my life, I would always respect her and this marriage no matter what. But I was still wondering what kept Myra away from signing the papers. Maybe she had signed but didn't send it back to me. It's been 6 months since I last saw her. And it's been more than 9 months since I signed those papers. But I cannot still overcome what we had or we have. Will Myra overcome that? What if she denies and keeps moving forward? Will I be able to move? I was so engrossed with those questions that I didn't notice when Randhir came and Maa left. Randhir was looking at me with numerous questions.
I still remember when I informed him about Myra's condition he glared at me. He asked, ``How could I let Myra take the bullet? Why did I fail her? It's true. How could I fail her? Every time we started our journey we ended up in a complicated situation. Moving towards the other end of my study I looked at the picture of us. Me, Myra and Ranvijay. It was a small trip to Bhangarh Fort near Sariska Tiger Reserve. Myra read numerous haunted stories about the fort and started fighting to stay back there at night. Oh god, I and Randhir literally carried her out like a 5 year old kid from there. As the Archaeological Survey of India had already restricted that place for tourists to enter in the evening we had to pick her up like a stubborn child. But who would convince her? She was in her own mood to find that ghost. 
Upon reaching back to our Palace she went to my grandmother to listen to more stories about that fort. I hadn't seen my grandmother that much affectionate towards anyone but us. I still wonder how Myra owned her heart. She complained against us for carrying her out from there.
At night when she was sleeping I was snuggling to her, keeping a straight face and telling me that she won't kiss me back. As if I care. I told her that even if she won't kiss me back, it doesn't mean I will stop kissing her. The night went well while enjoying each other's warmth. Every time our body met, there was a different spark. A different electric shock used to be there whenever we made love to each other. Every time she shuddered under me, I felt that ecstasy. Every time my lips claimed her she used to look or taste more addictive. I don't know how I am surviving without her. Without her sweat, her broken Hindi, her English with Italian accent, her clawing, her love making and above all she herself. My personal drug, my personal addiction is no one but Myra Moretti. 
My trail of thoughts lost their pace of running when Randhir cleared his throat.
"Maa was talking about your marriage." I heard him right.
"But I am already married."
"I know but bhai will she ever come back?" 
I stood there without uttering a single word hearing Randhir's questions. Will she come back? She was right on the day of our marriage. The day she would pass these all we won't be able to get her. Though she didn't know about her power at that time, every time she spoke something, her mafia blood spoke the truth. I was so naive to understand the reality. I gave my heart to someone who was already forbidden for me. Same goes with her too.
"I think you both needed to spend a couple of weeks after knowing each other's reality." 
Randhir's words made their way towards my heart and mind. True. Maybe the unfinished business we both have or the unsettled storm that is going on in between we need to be solved or settled. If I ever get a chance to spend at least some time with Myra, I would live every second of it with her. I want to compensate for my ignorance towards her that I had in the early days of our marriage. I want to look through her eyes once more to lose myself. I want to kiss the nape of her neck again to make her breathing heavy. I want to take her to a mountain to watch a new sunrise. I want to drape the Indian wear in the same way she used to struggle at the beginning. Her astonishing eyes made my heart skip a beat. Every time my fingers touched her navel or back she used to shiver like a little girl. The ruthless girl always melts in my touches. What more can I expect from her? My Myra, My Mafia Queen. 
"Bhai." Randhir called me again. Nowadays I am losing focus quite often. He passed me a file. Upon opening that my eyes frowned. That bastard had returned to India finally. I have to travel back to Mumbai once. I had to call a meeting to destroy every single thing about him. His gang members were already destroyed but later I found, he had kept a small but well equipped group of people. They are trained enough to track down big shots too. No matter how many times his father spoke in a press conference about disowning his son, deep down people knew it was all fake. Both father and son got a nice bond to carry on the game. The political rally would start soon. Along with that my father's election campaign. We have to join that too. As usual Rana Pratap would join too. Though I hated that person for everything he did but just by considering him as Myra's father, I had still kept him alive. Arjun was more than shattered hearing the truth. With time Arjun had decided to claim the Legacy of his father. No one talks about Myra much in their palace. I was asked many times but I kept my mouth shut. After the election my father decided to announce our divorce officially to the media. The entire Jaipur knew about Rana Pratap's daughter. But they still don't know the reality. To save our image and position it was decided to suppress the matter. I don't know what would happen when our separation would be announced publicly. I wish I didn't have to live that much to hear the painful statement in my consciousness. Randhir is ready now. I can easily pass on the Takht to him to leave everything. But will that be enough to live together with Myra? I don't know but I have time till the election to finish off Shaurya Agnihotri. According to the sources they had decided to use Myra's story to take down my father's reputation. The political fight was always ugly.
Randhir understood my unspoken words. He started his job. Going through the contacts he made a few phone calls to gather some information. Looking through the window I saw the sun setting down. The orange pinch left the sky telling me the day's end. 
"Bhai, we got him tracked. When to start?"
"Today only." 
Shortest path is the devil's path. But I am no longer afraid of the devil or anything. I couldn't save Myra when Sharuya did lay his finger on her. This time I would finish him.
"Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." 
The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.