1 Year Later
Sicily, Italy
Arthur woke up in the morning. He was looking at the sleeping figure of Sylvia beside him. Her milky white skin was peeping through the duvet. Tucking the golden strand of hair behind her ears, he rested his back on the headboard. It's been one year since he married Sylvia. As per his promise to his sister Myra, he didn't keep Sylvia waiting anymore. She was the only person who held him tight during the most vulnerable situation. She had gone through a rough patch because of his uncertainty. But Myra was right about Sylvia. She is the best for him.
Sylvia stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes when she looked at Arthur.
"Morning." She whispered.
"Morning V." Arthur replied.
Pulling her sleeping figure a bit she rested her head on Arthur's chest and spoke in a low tone.
"Missing her? I believe she is at her best wherever she is."
"Yeah. I miss her." Arthur replied.
"Me too. Well tomorrow is a big day. We need to prepare a lot."
"Not before I work with you." Saying that Arthur pulled her in a deep kiss. A small pain erupted in Sylvia's heart too, thinking of Arthur's only sister Myra. She was a real gem. Even after that incident she didn’t remove any of her portraits. Luca and Melissa visit their house on and off. The walls of the mansion are decorated with plenty of pictures of the brother-sister duo.
Arthur sometimes stood in front of the picture of Myra and him with the rest of the family members.
“Was that required sister?” He would ask only a single question in his mind. But he kept his word and continued his work and other businesses. Nicolas finished off that particular Malaysian Mafia group. No matter how many times Arthur asked the reason, he said it was required as they tried to harm members of the Moretti family. Ronan engrossed himself more into his works. Arthur knew how badly he was hurt. But at the end life goes on with the memories of our loved ones.
Arthur never contacted Ranvijay except once after hearing the incident. He didn’t set Jaipur on fire. He saw the King broken, shattered after losing his Queen. He himself had lost the voice to apologize. The mafias of Italy gave a big salutations to Myra. Each corner of Sicily still holds the signature of Myra Moretti. She was the queen of their hearts.
Jaipur, India
"Bhai, come downstairs. Priest is asking for you." Ranvijay came out from his deep thoughts when Randhir's voice reached his ears. He looked at the biggest portrait of Myra hanging in his bedroom. Leaving a long breath he came downstairs with Randhir.
A small Puja (Worship) was organized by Randhir and Ragini. It was the death anniversary of Myra. They decided to pray for her soul. Rajendra sat silently in front of Myra's photo. Ragini didn't believe that Myra died. She had a belief that a girl like Myra couldn't die. Randhir and Ragini's marriage was not a grand one. The wedding had all the rituals but the pain was visible on everyone's face. Arjun created a cold distance with Ranvijay. Every time Ranvjiay thought of doing something crazy like dying or leaving everything, only one statement kept honking in his mind.
"Promise you would always live life to the fullest no matter what. You would never deny your responsibility or your duty towards anyone who is attached to you."
Myra made him promise so many things but she never promised him anything. He didn't deny his responsibilities towards Takht or Indian Mafia. He ate, lived, slept and led the way he used to. But he never forgets to talk standing in front of Myra's portrait at least once a day. Randhir took his responsibilities too. 
Arthur never called him, and he didn't get the courage to face him. That night he promised Arthur to protect her in order to keep her with him. But he failed in that. One major thing changed in his house. His mother didn't say a single thing after that Incident. But she never allowed anyone to put garlands on Myra's pictures. In photos of dead people they put garlands but he didn't know why his mother didn't let anyone do that.
Rana Pratap almost lost his glint along with Mayabati. Arjun was shattered and Ranvijay was dying with guilt every day. But they all have learnt to live life. Almost everyone made some promises to her so they are keeping them. Ranvijay found Myra a real wicked woman who made everyone listen to her but she listened to nobody.
"I don't believe she is dead. She is breathing in me." Ranvijay spoke when the Puja was completed. 
He sat inside his room looking at the photo of them. 
"Beta." He heard a knock on his door with her mother's voice.
"Maa, tell me." He spoke. 
Nandini came inside his room and sat beside him on the bed. She was almost on the verge of exploding. Understanding the situation he turned his face and held his mother's hand.
"Tell me."
"Forgive me, it was my fault only." She started sobbing.
"What fault Maa?" He understood nothing, looking at his mother.
"That day, I saw Paswan's son doing something with your car. At first I ignored thinking he was working normally as a driver. But later I heard him saying that the work is done. When I saw Myra going for your car I called her. As you already left with her car she was taking yours. I told her what I heard. She checked the car and smiled at me by saying,
Thank you Mrs. Sekhawat, it is fine actually. You don't need to worry. No need to panic. There is nothing." 
But she lied. She saw the bomb but still drove that car. Why? Since then it was killing me inside. I didn't inform any of you. I feel guilty. I feel like I'm a murderer of Myra."
Ranvjiay was shocked to his core hearing the latest piece of information. Myra knew the bomb was planted and even after checking that she decided to drive that car far away from the mansion to a deserted area. Was that sacrifice necessary? 
"Because it would have created a big mess if it was left inside the house. The explosion was horrible. She did that to save the rest of us." He spoke his words to make his mother feel less guilty. 
"I am sorry. I am the sinner."
"No you are not Maa. I am. I married her, kept her against her will. When she left I brought her back again. She came back to save me and ended up sacrificing herself. It was all my fault. Our destiny had never matched." 
He kept his head on his mother's lap and a few warm drops of tears fell on his black hair too from his mother's eyes. She won everyone's heart finally. She made the last person love her also. She won the battlefield even though his name was Ranvijay (The man who wins a battle). 
Randhir came inside and saw them crying. He was informed about the real story and a crease appeared on his forehead. 
"Why can't this girl just keep herself away from every problem?" Randhir could speak that much only. He was also attached to her. He sat beside his mother to rest his head also with Ranvijay.
"Myra has never left. She will always be with us." Nandini spoke while patting both of her sons' heads who were weeping on her lap silently like a child. Ragini wiped her tears away while passing through the corridor. The palace held the memories and fragrance of her. The soil of Jaipur still has her essence engraved in them. The underworld in Mumbai still chants the name of a single female mafia who had ruled shortly. They remembered her words.
"I am Myra Moretti or Myra Ranvjiay Singh Sekhawat. Whichever surname you find comfortable to understand the impact of going against me or Sekhawat Brothers, you can remember."