Jaipur, India
Randhir 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 car. Rest of her guards dispersed in other cars. The cars got loaded with weapons and Randhir drove the car silently with Myra. Time can change people that he understands bit by bit. Once the Italian girl now became the Italian Mafia. Her attitude, appearance, body language and everything was screaming for her dominance. The dead silence got broken when Myra initiated her first question.
"Have you informed others about my arrival?"
"No. They never wanted to let you know the news."
"Better. By the way you may or may not like me and my decisions but I believe you should just don't oppose me."
Randhir neither agrees or disagrees. He was still thinking about the aftermath of the situation. Once Myra would step inside Sekhawat Palace, another battle would start off. But he was left with no choice but to inform her about the situation. She had every right to know about her husband. She had every right to see him at least for once before it was too late. The car pulled in near the entrance of Sekhawat Palace. Myra got down from the car and walked inside. She remembered the day when she stepped inside this house being the wife of Ranvijay. Kicking the small bowl of rice, placing her red painted bare feet she once walked inside this palace. But today she was entering with her black boot, black jeans, black coat and two pistols tucked at her back. Her steps were grabbing everyone's attention. As they had mostly seen her sober attitude they couldn't believe her sudden change. Randhir walked behind Myra with other guards. 
Rajendra and Nadini were sitting on the big couch with tensed faces. Everyone was having pain and a trail of sadness on their features. The moment her silhouette came into their notice, Rajendra stood up from his position and spoke with shock,
"Myra?........."
Hearing the most unpleasant word, Nandini looked at the figure standing like a hard rock. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Yes. I am." Myra's cold yet stern reply proved her dominance again. 
"Why have you come here?" Before someone else could ask her anything Nandini spat her venomous words.
"Why can't I? After all, I am Ranvijay's wife."
"Not anymore. He had already signed the divorce papers." Nandini was not ready to spare even an inch to Myra. Rajendra was still in confusion seeing Myra. Last time when she was here, he had faced a huge problem. Currently he didn't have any single idea for what reason she had arrived.
"Did I? As much as I remember, I haven't till now." Myra was pissed off enough and Nandini was just testing her patience. 
"I don't want to see you here for a second. Sign the paper and leave." 
Myra's dam of patience finally broke. She didn't have a plan of handling her in a rough way. Rather she never had any plan of threatening any of Sekhawat family members.
Speaking something in Italian she gestured to one of her bodyguards to bring something. Within a minute a court paper arrived in Myra's hand. Showing the paper to Nandini she hissed in her deadly voice.
"Are you talking about this piece of shit?" Making everyone startled she took out a small lighter and held the paper on its flame.
Nandini tried to come forward by shouting,
"What are you doing?"
"The exact thing that I wouldn't mind doing with this palace if any of you dare to cross my path or stop me on my track."
Her threatening made everyone dead silent. No one dared to ask a single question or take a step forward.
Tossing the burning paper away that they understood as the divorce paper Myra came forward and stood in front of Rajendra.
"I know you may or may not like my decisions. But it would be better to accept my decisions. Randhir, take me to Jay's room."
Myra turned on her heels to walk with Randhir. She prepared herself to accept the reality. She made her mind to welcome every inflicting pain that would come entering in Jay's room. Especially their room, where they both had spent numerous nights. Nandini was fuming inside seeing Myra's entry and her audacity. Rajendra was having mixed feelings. Whether he should feel happy or sad he didn't know. Randhir took Myra upstairs. She hadn't forgotten their room. Slowly she walked towards the room. The more she was walking the more her heart was throbbing badly in her chest. She could hear her own heart beat clearly. Reaching at the big Mahogany door she took a deep breath. She thought the room would be empty for sure as there won't be any existence of Ranvijay or Myra. She extended her hand to clutch the door handle to push it open. A flow of sweat trailed down her spine. She closed her eyes and pushed open the door. A stinging smell of disinfectant hit her nostrils. She felt like standing in a morgue where a body is kept in formalin liquid to avoid decomposition. With utmost courage she opened her eyes.
Her tears were welled up at the corner of her eyes. A dry lump formed in her throat. She pushed it hard down and walked towards the bed. There did lay her precious part, her solace, her love Ranvijay like a lifeless doll. One IV cannula was attached to him. The machine beside his bed was providing proof of his aliveness. 
She slowly walked towards him and stood there like a broken doll. He was in a deep sleep. 
"How many did he get?" Myra asked Randhir.
"Total three bullets."
"Major fracture or further infection?"
"No. Nothing."
"Coma?"
"No. But the doctor decided to keep him under sedation. He needs more sleep."
The conversation was purely professional. Randhir could see how badly his sister in law was broken but tried acting hard to hide it. 
Ranvijay and Randhir were on their way to finish off Sharuya's new gang. The warehouse where they had decided to attack was already marked earlier. Somehow their information got leaked. In the firing three bullets hit Ranvijay among which, one was in the process of saving Randhir. It was Shaurya who fired the first one. The day Randhir called Myra, Ranvijay was undergoing a surgery. He spoke one single statement over the phone call to Myra.
"Bhabisa, bhai was shot." 
That was enough for Myra to lose her everything. No one from his family was on Randhir's side to inform Myra. He took the chance and secretly made contact with Myra. The entire situation was out of control. Immediately Shaurya became mad to kill the rest of the family members and in this process he attacked Randhir again. Due to the sudden vulnerable condition of Ranvijay even in Mumbai Ranvijay's position got shaken. Now Shaurya was trying to claim the Takht. 
Hearing all such information Myra told Randhir to leave her alone for sometime. Randhir followed that and came downstairs to face the rest of his family members. He knew he had to answer all of their questions but he was left with no other choice. The moment Ranvijay was shot he uttered only one word that was Myra. He asked him to bring Myra at least once to see her. How could he just deny his brother's words? He knew Myra was a different girl. Who would never express her pain and would always engulf the bitterness of the situation. But with such intriguing pain he knew only one person to call that was his brother's wife Myra. Coming down to the hall he saw the annoyed faces of his parents. They were about to claw Myra but restrained themselves just by thinking about the aftermath of it. After all, Myra's background was always dominating and ferocious. No way would anyone be happy to bring their own doom.
As his eyes fell on his mother he was daggered with hateful questions.
"Who told you to bring her? Every time she stepped inside this house we lost something."
"Maa, if she didn't step in Bhai's life, I believe we would have lost him earlier."
Randhir's one reply made everyone shut their mouths. They knew deep down that Ranvijay was saved twice by Myra. Rajendra opened his mouth finally.
"Does her brother know this time that she will be with us?"
"Yes. She was sent by her brother only."
Randhir's statement convinced Rajendra partially but he was still not ready to accept the whole fact. If Myra had arrived with some intention and if she would leave again, will Ranvjiay survive this time? What if Myra left him again? Since she had left Ranvijay already lost his focus on different areas. Being a father he was not in a state to see his son in pain. He knew Myra was not a perfect match for Ranvijay but she is the best thing that could ever happen. As the thoughts were running through their mind continuous phone calls from different politicians were stacking up. The movement had started in Mumbai too. 
Myra kept her guns aside and looked at the sleeping figure. She was not able to sit beside him by holding his hand while shredding tears. Her life with this man was never like a romantic story. It was always full of emotional drama, betrayal, actions and many more. Every time they held each other’s hand, the stars changed their paths to create a new mess. The destiny had its own way of parting them away. Their love collided with every obstacle that could ever exist. But when the storm did end finally they found themselves too dishevelled to stand up for a new start. Myra came close to Ranvijay and leaned down on his face. Tucking a strand of his hair back she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. It's been one and a half years and none of them have kissed each other. Leaning close to his ears she whispered,
"I didn't save you to die in that bastard Shaurya's hand Mr. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat."