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 reach the stage with Rajendra Singh Sekhawat. 
Sitting at their respective chairs, her eyes finished the primary round of scanning in search of visible threat. With every step she proved her dominance, her power and her determination. As the spokesperson greeted and introduced them, Myra raised her hands to stop him from further explaining. Allowing Rajendra to take the lead she sat silently to listen to her father in law's speech. Obviously he was a politician for the past few years so his oratory skills didn't fail to do the magic. And obviously people get more effectively manipulated with emotional speech.
As soon as Rajendra finished his speech with lots of promises of bringing more feasibility in upcoming betterment of society the crowd showered them with clapping and many more warm gestures. He knew, when Arvind would come up in a different rally; he wouldn't mind pointing out some wrong or other negative information that could lead to a clear mess. Rajendra walked back to his position when Myra stood up. Her next stunt wasn't there in their module or in a previously discussed meeting. Slowly she walked towards the microphone and stood calmly looking at the crowd. The whispering got stronger with time as her appearance had already created a pool of questions among them.
"Main kyun aaye? Ap soch rahe ho'' (Why did I come? Right? You are thinking that)
Myra was sure of one fact. If Ranvijay ever got a chance to hear her Hindi that time, he wouldn't mind jumping from the fourth floor of the palace without thinking twice. But for her, more than her accent, her communication with those people was important.
The crowd remained silent as some literally started asking among themselves.
"Main, Myra Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat aj apko ek hi baat bolungi. Raja ek hote hai or woh abhi zinda hai. Waqt ke chalte woh apna Takht firse lega."
(I Myra Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat today will say only one thing. There was always only one king and he is still alive. With time he would claim his Takht again)
Folding her hands she bent her head and left the place. The statement took two long days to memorize by herself with each of its words. No matter how bad her pronunciation was, the response she had received after declaring such facts was overwhelming. Neither Rajendra nor Arvind nobody had ever thought that she had actually turned the table so easily. Suppressing the news of Ranvijay was just a part of her plan. She had given a hint of his aliveness. Cause that was enough to create havoc in every damn place. Shaurya would surely make some grave mistakes being manipulated with such news. And that would be Myra's winning point. 
"Everything is fair in love and war and so does in politics." Myra repeated the same in her mind. On her way back towards the car, she saw the crowd with more energy and determination. No way would they be willing to vote for Arvind anymore so the clear cut winner would be Rajendra. But she had to do a lot more. One rally might not make a big difference but with time she had to look after other areas too. The movement must start when they would be visiting houses to request people to vote for them. Reducing the threat of Arvind's party she had to draw a new plan to stop them. 
Upon clearing other work Myra came to the mansion with Rajendra. As soon as she stepped inside the hall one servant came towards her and whispered something in a low tone. Immediately she went to her bedroom and within ten minutes she got herself ready to leave. Taking a car and two body guards she reached the location shared to her. 
That was an old house near a village of Jaipur. Entering in the old house she walked towards a room following a single phone call. As soon as she opened the door she found the exact man she was looking for.
Shaurya's informer Afjal. He was lying on the floor being almost beaten to death. Myra walked towards him and took a chair to sit in front of him. Two of her men held him high in a kneeling position to face Myra as his head hung down.
"Anything you want to say?" Myra's cold voice hit his ears but he was unable to answer properly.
"Who plotted the entire information leakage scenario? How many are still left?" This time her irritation was clearly visible in her voice. 
The beaten man looked at the seated Italian girl in front of him. She looked more dominating than any alpha male. The way she was sitting with one leg on another, it was clearly visible how well she had learnt the Mafia Business.
"I.... And... Viren.. Main.... or nehi janta. (I don't know much). He stuttered badly while speaking the ultimate truth. 
"You know what. You must see death by yourself. I want to see the same fear that a man can have when they see their death standing in front."
Hearing Myra's statements he didn't understand much. But the fear inside him was enough to make his throat dry. The room was dark and the only source of light was just above him. With that much light only Myra's features were visible. A small movement was heard by everyone then. Afjal noticed a silhouette walking towards Myra in the dark. Randhir was already in the room who actually had beaten him mercilessly. But who could be the other one coming towards him by walking? Myra's calm expression made him more tense and his palpitation reached its highest limit. Two more steps and his body froze seeing the man behind Myra who came out from the dark like a ghost. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. The King of Mafia was declared to be in a coma. But he was standing just behind Myra like a proud king guarding his queen. The scene looked more dangerous than anything. A wicked smile appeared on Myra's face.
"Whom will you inform Afjal that Ranvijay is not on coma?" A throaty chuckle left Myra's mouth followed by a loud bang shot. One bullet went straight through the place in between Afjal's eyes. Ranvijay shot him dead. Standing up from the chair she instructed their men to dispose of the body. Ranvijay, Randhir and Myra came out of the old house together.
Nobody spoke a single word throughout the journey. Entering the Palace, Myra straight away entered their bedroom. As soon as she came out, being freshened up Ranvijay went in. She was looking through the window again while talking to Arthur over the phone. He was at the verge of sending more back up but Myra denied. Sylvia informed her how Arthur was spending time going through Indian news channel to get the news of rallies that Myra was planning to attend. Arthur did even hire a few translators to understand those news narrated in Hindi. Finally Myra called Arthur again.
"Have you gone mad brother?"
"Why? Who told you?" Arthur shouted over the phone.
"I heard last time you hit a translator because he was unable to translate the news to you?"
"No...I mean yes. I mean it was his fault." Arthur tried his level best to defend himself.
"I know exactly whose fault it was. The news was in Tamil and you brought Hindi to Italian or English translator." Myra was neither able to laugh nor able to show her anger. Arthur literally became mad since she had come back to India. If Sylvia wasn't there, he wouldn't mind killing every single person who couldn't provide him exact info about her. Soothing her brother as much as she could, she disconnected the call and walked towards the bed to grab her blanket and pillow. As her hand reached to pull the pillow a firm grip held her hands in between.
"Why can't you just sleep beside me Myra?"
"Because you are not my husband." She was calm while answering but Ranvijay wasn't. Immediately he sat up on the bed holding her hands more firmly.
"Fine, I don't care. Sleep here only. Stop leaning on the couch like a lizard."
Most of the night Ranvijay used to wake up in between his sleep to look after Myra. Either he had to place her falling hand back on the couch or her legs. One day she was completely leaning, balancing just on her half body. 
"Stop staring at me when I am sleeping."
Myra tried to move out from the bed and ended up falling on her face on Ranvijay's chest due to a sudden pull on her hand.
"Jay..." A gasp left Myra's mouth.
"Yes....please continue." Ranvijay being unbothered kept her at that position and started rubbing her back with his large palms. He wanted to cherish that moment as long as he could. He didn't know what the future held for them but he wanted to engulf every single moment that he got with Myra. None of them was a saint. Both have blood of people killed by their own hands but above all both have a heart to be mended by each other. 
He looked at those ocean blue eyes of Myra. Why are they so deep like an ocean? Why does he get mad to jump into those orbs again and again to lose himself? 
Myra looked at Ranvijay. She was trying hard to control herself but for how long she didn't know. Why is he so stubborn? Why can't he just let her go? For a man like Ranvijay, getting hundreds of girls is a matter of seconds. But still he was not ready to let her go. At the beginning being doubtful, now being completely submerged in love. 
Myra pulled her body up and rested her head completely on his chest. Pillows and extra blankets found their own way away from them. Myra started circling her fingers on his chest while leaning on him.
"Jay, why can't you leave me?" She knew she had asked the most stupid question.
"Can you leave me too? Without killing yourself internally?"
No words came out from Myra's side. She let out a long breath to exhale in the meantime. 
"I got my answer then Miss Moretti." 
Ranvijay patted her back once more while placing a forehead kiss. She closed her eyes to inhale the same strong cologne that she was missing for so long. But deep in her mind she knew at the end of this battle she would surely miss them all again.