Sicily, Italy
"Arthur, at least get married now? How long would you keep Sylvia hanging like this?"
"Later."
Myra was sufficiently pissed off with Arthur's idea of getting married later. This later word became a curse for Sylvia. Though she had never spoken anything or uttered a single word, Myra felt really bad for her. For the past three years that girl was waiting for Arthur. And the big boss of the Moretti family is still not taking any further steps to initiate the marriage. Arthur was almost 30 and Sylvia 24. 
"You know what an irritating piece you are." Myra was literally shouting when Arthur came in front. Picking her by his hand and taking her down stairs he came down by shouting,
"Dad, look at your little mafia. She is irritating me."
"Drop me Arthur. I am not a kid that you would carry me." 
“Oh really?”
Whenever she used to get angry in her childhood her mother used to take her in her lap to sooth her. Arthur did the same.
Luca came to join them. Seeing their brother-sister typical fighting he called for Melissa to sort out the issue.
"What exactly happened?" Melissa asked them.
"He is not getting married. He is postponing his marriage like a competition in covid situation."
Melissa looked at her son. What else could she tell? Arthur was always worried about Myra. According to him once Myra would be married off, then only he would move forward with his marriage. But in this process Myra was feeling guilty seeing Sylvia. The girl had a dream of her marriage but due to Myra's complicated life her happiness was getting sacrificed somewhere.
As the discussion went on, no solution came out as usual. Myra hit Arthur's back of his head with her palm and left the place by making a face. Arthur simply cursed under his breath for the hit and sat silently. Myra is his strength as well as his weakness. Sometimes he wondered no matter how dangerous a Mafia can be, in the end they would surely be a frightened rabbit in front of their loved ones. Same goes with Sylvia too. If Sylvia got angry even Arthur tried to find a place to hide. Damn, women and their tantrums. It would always be hard to handle.
In the evening Myra, Arthur, Sylvia and Ronan sat together to enjoy some friendly time. After all, things were falling into their places. Myra became quite easy with Ronan and she was recovering everyday more prominently in different arenas. As they all were cracking jokes, sipping their drinks the night grew with more beautiful moments. Sylvia sat near Arthur when Arthur held her hand and looked directly in her eyes. Ronan and Myra looked at each other, keeping a little laugh suppressed in them.
"V, I know I am not the best one for you..... But ..." Before Arthur could complete Myra poked in between by saying
"Yes, we all know you are an asshole."
Arthur ignoring that taunt continued his words,
"As I was saying, I am not the best... But...." Before he could finish further Sylvia took the lead.
"It's ok. But you are the best that I can have. So you don't need to say anything."
Arthur's eyes widened hearing that. He had never thought Sylvia would be saying that. He had never given her that much time due to his business and his work. But every time she was there with him for the past three years. 
"Arthur, trust me she is too generous to accept an annoying jerk like you as her husband." Myra brought her tongue out while taunting her brother and making weird faces.
"Huh, at least I am not like you who started crying because someone snatched her ice cream."
Ronan and Sylvia shouted together hearing that piece of information,
"What? Really?"
They didn't know Myra was like that. Arthur was having a triumphant smile on his face and Myra became almost red after hearing that. She didn't know Arthur would expose her like that. Glaring at him she spoke,
"Arthur. No please." 
On the other hand Ronan and Sylvia got something spicy to listen to. They were hanging like monkeys to listen to the actual story.
Arthur took the opportunity and exposed his little sister's beautiful secrets.
Myra was in her third grade when one day she was walking back home while having an ice cream. One boy from 5th grade pushed her on the pavement and took the ice cream from her. She fell on the ground and got some injuries here and there. Instead of crying over her injuries she was crying over her lost ice cream. Arthur used to follow her. So when he got the news he ran towards her to check on her wounds. But Myra was only shouting for her ice cream. That day Arthur understood, this girl was born defective. She had a different level of crying syndrome over different things. Finally Arthur took her in his lap to buy her a new ice cream and then she stopped crying. As the room got filled with laughter of people Arthur was immediately awarded with a punch on his stomach by Myra. He was still taunting her by saying,
"Oh dear, would you like to have an ice cream?" 
Ronan couldn't stop himself from pinching Myra too. Sylvia was laughing like a mad woman and Myra was glaring at Arthur. As soon as Arthur pinched her nose she couldn’t hold back her anger anymore and joined their laughter too.
Their journey down the memory lane halted when Myra's phone started ringing suddenly. Looking at the caller ID her brows got knitted. There was no prior information of this call. Rather there was no chance of having this call right then. Without thinking too much she picked up the call.
"Hello." One word of her was enough to tell the person opposite that she was listening to the call. 
"Bhabisa, bhai is......"
If she had ever known that she had to listen to this news one day, she might have destroyed her sensory organs earlier. No matter how badly she was telling her mind that her drunk status heard the news wrong, still a fear of hearing the right one was building inside her. She froze at her place holding the phone in her ear. The wine glass fell from her hand grabbing everyone's attention towards her. The pieces of glasses depicted her actual inner self. The splash of red wine on the floor drew her attention to show her the result of the news she had just heard from Randhir. Her mind stopped working, her lips got dry. Looking at everyone she gulped down a big amount of her saliva to suppress any upcoming reaction. Seeing her in that condition Arthur snatched the phone from Myra without knowing who was there on the call. He pressed the phone in his ear and simply spoke,
"Arthur here. Tell me." 
As he didn't notice the caller ID, he didn't expect Randhir's call at that hour of night either. The moment he heard Randhir's voice and his words, he even clenched his jaw. Snapping his head towards Myra he stood up from the couch. Myra looked at the expression of her brother. She didn't get the courage to reconfirm the statement that she had just heard. His brother's abrupt movement towards her was enough to tell her the validity of news shared by Randhir. Before Arthur could proceed further Myra took back steps and started running towards her room. She was feeling claustrophobic. Her throat was burning and she needed some water to soothe her burning throat.
Seeing the situation Ronan and Sylvia both looked at each other and then walked towards Arthur. They wanted to know what exactly made Myra lose all of her colours and run away like that. Arthur looked blankly at the disappearing figure of his sister. Thousands of thoughts were running in his mind. As he looked at Sylvia she understood something really big had happened. Arthur sat on the couch with a huge thud. The only thing that came from his mouth was,
"I think we lost Myra."
Running back to her room, Myra entered the washroom. Splashing some water on her face she took some deep breaths to calm herself down. Slowly she opened her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. The eyes lose their charm just hearing a single statement. Opening the shower she stood under it. As the cold water touched her body she felt her increasing body heat getting neutralized. The only warmth that she felt was on her cheeks. She couldn't hold herself back anymore. Landing on the washroom floor with a bang a shriek escaped her lips.
"Ranvijay."
The growl was enough to shake every single tile or the glass pieces of the washroom. Curling herself into a ball she drenched herself more into salty and warm water along with cold showers. But she couldn't be that weak. No matter what, she had to do something. How would Arthur react? But she had already seen his expression. No matter what, she didn't want to cry. She couldn't cry over something that was never her. Slowly she stood up and pulled the knob to come out of the washroom wearing a bathrobe. Reaching her closet she took a normal black night comfy cloth to wear. Sitting down on her bed she looked outside through the window. The darkness outside was less than her inside darkness. Her tears betrayed her. Her self-control left her body. Her lips trembled and she felt her head dizzy. A bile started to rise in her throat but she tried to control everything. Hours passed and she sat there like a statue.
Hearing the knock on her door she dragged herself towards it to open it. Her legs betrayed her as she was pushing herself more into her own dark counter. She wanted to keep everyone away. But repeated knocks made her open the door to welcome no one but Arthur. She looked blankly at him with dry eyes. No way would she tell him her weakness. She was controlling herself to fall down on the floor. Arthur looked at her with a shocking expression. Water was dripping from her hair. She was looking horrified and soulless. Her eyes were looking dead. She was standing like a corpse. 
"Get ready within an hour, you are flying back to India."
Arthur's statement brought her back to reality.
One sentence, one decision, thousands of questions. Nobody was asking anything but looking at each other. Arthur couldn't believe that he had taken that decision. Myra couldn't believe what Arthur had just said. She was still wondering when Arthur came near her to hug her tightly.
"Just promise me two things Myra. You would come back to me no matter what. Don't make me regret my decision."
Slowly Myra's hand reached to hug him back. A silent tear left her eyes making his shirt wet. 
"I will." That's all she could speak at that time. As they broke the hug Ronan and Sylvia came to her. Sylvia helped her in packing her things. Arthur was way too busy with other stuff. Arranging a private jet, numerous weapons, 4 bodyguards and huge no of contacts he breathed a sigh of relief. Myra took out her guns and put them back in her bag. She gathered her documents and other official papers. Ronan gave her some different medicines to help her to adjust in that climate. Last time she faced a lot of issues. Arthur came to her with a small bracelet. 
"It has a tracker inside. No matter what you won't remove it. Promise me."
Hearing Arthur's words, Myra nodded her head with a positive gesture. He called some more guards to send but Myra denied. Finally five guards loaded their guns and other things in the private jet. Arthur called some people in the ministry to pull his important strings to contact the foreign ministry. When he was completely done with everything he looked back at Myra and led her to the area to board the flight. The moment she was about to step in Arthur held her hand and spoke again.
"I had promised your mother to always protect you. Don't make me regret my decision of sending you back to India. Don't make me live with guilt. I won't be able to survive."
"I won't. Have some trust." Myra replied, hearing her brother's words.
"We all do."
As the flight took off Arthur felt a huge hollow in his heart. Sylvia took his hand and gently pressed it by saying,
"Everyone has every right to see their beloved ones for one last time."
Arthur was standing at the verge. On one side his promise was stopping him from sending Myra back. On the other hand his humanity was pushing him to send back Myra to India to see Ranvijay at least for once. People say even in death bed one wish always gets granted. Then who is he to stop her in that situation? He hated Ranvjiay and wanted to kill him many times. But nowhere didn’t he expect a situation like that.