1 Year Later
Moscow, Russia
"We all are bound somewhere with someone. The more we try to go away the more we find ourselves entangled with our own needs."
"You should be a writer instead of a mafia." Nicolas spoke while looking at Myra.
"And you should be a romantic lover boy instead of an asshole." Myra replied back.
"It hurts. Oops." Nicolas faked an expression of pain while speaking.
"Shut up man."
"Get your ass up girl. We are heading to Sicily. It's your brother's anniversary after all." Nicolas laughed while speaking.
They were having breakfast and the word fight always happens at the breakfast table only. For the past 1 year it has become their habit. Finishing their breakfast Myra and Nicolas walked towards their private jet. 
"Good bye Russia." Myra waved once the jet left the land.
Sicily, Italy
Arthur, Sylvia, Luca and Melissa, Ronan all were waiting at the mansion entrance to welcome them. The moment Myra stepped inside Arthur simply ran towards her to hug her like a kid.
"I missed you my little sister."
"I didn't miss you." Myra faked an accent to irritate her brother.
"Whatever." Arthur spoke and gave her another bone crushing hug.
"Brother, I am not made of stone. I have bones." Myra tried to say but Arthur was not in a mood to listen.
Nicolas was laughing seeing the situation. Who would say that Arthur being the ruthless Italian Mafia could be a kid sometimes? Sylvia walked towards Nicolas and asked him.
"Nice to see you again Nicolas."
"Ah she just kept me alive. I thought I wouldn't survive." Nicolas taunted Myra and got rewarded with a hard glare. The biggest Russian Mafia behaves like a scared rabbit in front of Myra. 
They all moved inside the room and Myra reached her old room. It's been one long year since she was staying in Moscow. Since the day she left Sekhawat Palace, she hasn't contacted any of them. For them she is dead. She made it look real in front of the Sekhawat and Solanki family. There was really an explosive in the car but it was required to bring that car outside to save others. That bastard implemented the situation in such a way that once someone stepped in the car, the moment she or he would come out it would explode. It was a do or die situation for her. If she would have kept that inside the mansion the area would have exploded. 
Once she drove the car, she couldn't stop the car from coming out because it would explode immediately. The only choice was left for her to die with that. And for each one of them she was dead. But she wasn't. 
After all she had spent years with cars and she knew some tactics too. The door was not closed, intentionally she kept it ajar with a twig in between. The sensors immediately worked on that. On her way down to a deserted place she kept the speed high and drove as far as she could. She took the biggest risk. Jumping out of the car when it was already in its high speed. She immediately got a large number of fractures, lots of bruises, two hairline fractures and an unlimited number of cuts and a massive hit on the head. 
But she saw the explosion with her blurry vision. Nicolas is the only man she had in her mind. Since she had arrived in India apart from her brother, she was directly in contact with the Russian Mafia. She made him swear on her to not disclose about her few steps. But even Nicolas didn't know about the situation. The day before Rajendra's public appearance Myra asked Nicolas to send his men with his jet. She didn't know what would happen the next day. But she was sure that after that large conference within two days she had to leave, faking her death. Otherwise Ranvijay would never allow her to leave him. 
When Myra left Sekhawat palace she told Nicolas to track her using the bracelet that Arthur gave. He kept his words. He retrieved her location and destroyed the tracker immediately once his team got Myra. If it would have not been destroyed Arthur wouldn't believe her death and Ranvijay would get the same information from him. Myra needed to explain everything to Arthur in person. Nicolas got her and treated her by keeping in Moscow. After one week she was brought to Sicily and Sylvia simply fainted seeing her. She thought she had seen a ghost. Arthur didn't mind punching Nicolas for not informing him the real story. In the meantime Myra sat with him and explained every single thing in detail. She explained the current scenario and the future of their relationship. No way couldn’t Ranvijay and she continue but with the budding feelings Ranvijay would never allow her to leave. She was left with one choice that was faking her death.
Arthur tried to explain a lot because he had personally seen Ranvijay in a vulnerable state. He saw Ranvjiay broken, shattered and almost half dead. But Myra gave him only one choice. Arthur had to lie. She made him promise to hide her living existence. She believed that with time Ranvijay would forget her and would move on in life.
Jaipur, India
"Nandini, I was thinking about Mehra's daughter for Ranvjiay? It's been a year since his wife died. Don't you think your son needs to marry again? After all, who would carry the blood forward?" A middle aged woman spoke sitting in the hall where Nandini was sitting. The woman was their relative who came to pay a visit to their palace. 
Ranvijay was passing through the hall when those words hit him hard. Marriage? That would never happen. Myra was and is the only wife and love of his life. He would never be able to give the same place to another woman. He was marching towards the area to put his words but eventually stopped by her mother.
"Anita ji, I don't think I will be able to see any other girl as my daughter in law after Myra. And she is not dead. She is still with us. Maybe not physically but I believe she hasn't died." 
Ranvjiay couldn't believe what his mother just said. She is the same woman who hated Myra from the beginning. The girl really knew some magic. Even after one year of her death, no one forced him to get married. He just couldn't come out of her memories. The palace held her memories, his bedroom held her fragrances. The entire Jaipur held her smile and footsteps. 
Randhir and Ragini got married. Arjun became the crown prince. Mayabati and Rana Pratap were the most shattered people with Arjun. With time Arjun grew a cold wall in between Ranvijay and him. He had never forgiven him. He still blamed him for Myra's death. Vivaan felt really bad. The alliance in Mumbai couldn't forget the queen they had come across. Even for once they would utter her name. 
Ranvjiay was looking at the large portrait of their wedding placed inside their bedroom.
"Is it nice there without me, Myra?" He spoke when a lone tear escaped his eyes.
"Bhai." Randhir called him from behind and immediately he wiped the tears to answer.
"Yes."
"Can we go to Italy once? To her birthplace?"
"Why? All of a sudden?"
"It's been one year and on her death anniversary we kept the Puja too. Can we go to her place to visit her grave once?" Randhir explained his part. He was really close to Myra 
"Arthur won't allow it. We haven't spoken in the past one year except once." Ranvijay knew how badly Arthur despised him for keeping his sister with him. He still thinks the reason for Myra's death was Ranvijay only.
"Don't tell him, just go." Randhir gave a riskiest challenge. He convinced his brother by saying that visiting Myra’s birth place would sooth his pain a bit. Ranvjiay somewhere accepted that proposal to get some glimpses of Myra’s past.
Next day they both left for Sicily but never in his life Ranvijay was ready for the surprise that he was about to get.
Sicily, Italy
"Are you sure you want to continue this way?"
"Yes, brother. I don't think Ranvijay and I would be good for each other."
They both were talking when suddenly the entrance opened and two men came in. Seeing the intruders as usual Myra's head snapped in the direction of them. One of those two men froze at his place. Myra's eyes shot open with her ajar mouth.
"Merda"(Shit)
That's all Myra could say at that moment. Two equally challenging people saw each other after one year. 
Ranvijay and Myra.
"Myra"
"Jay"
Two names echoed in the entire hall when two of them spoke at the same time with equal intensity.
"How could you know I am alive?"
"How could you lie that you are dead?"
Again two of them spoke at the same time with the same amount of astonishment. 
Only two people who were smiling at that time were Randhir and Arthur. 
Ranvjiay turned his face towards Randhir when Myra started shouting at her brother in Italian. She was fuming in rage and was crying. 
"You shouldn't have done it."
"I have given you a whole long year to settle but you didn't, little sister. I have kept Ranvjiay in dark for one fucking year but it was hard to see his miseries. You both can't live without each other. Accept it dumb."
"Arthur." Myra cried again.
"You had one year to settle yourself with Nicolas when you were in Moscow. I wouldn’t have never informed Ranvijay then. But that asshole Nicolas told me that you were always into Ranvijay." Arthur patted Myra's head.
Myra couldn't believe what Arthur told at that time. Yes, she asked for a year to settle herself being aloof and staying away from Mafia business. She stayed in Nicolas's mansion but there was nothing in between them apart from friendship. He had always protected her. After a year when she decided to come back to Sicily Arthur informed Randhir to bring Ranvijay to Sicily by any means. He told Randhir that there was something for Ranvijay. 
Randhir did the exact thing and brought him to Italy. But even he was not sure of the fact of Myra being alive.
Ranvjiay walked towards slowly. Myra was crying while hugging Arthur. The moment Ranvijay came near her Arthur pushed her on Ranvijay's chest by saying.
"I am giving you a second chance to keep the most precious part of my life. If you dare to lose her again, I will kill you with my bare hands."
"This time I will be standing before her if death dares to come." Saying that Ranvjiay hugged Myra badly to feel every single layer of her. He sniffed her fragrance to fill his lungs. He cupped her face again to see the most beautiful ocean. Her ocean blue eyes. She was a crying mess but he was still thinking that as a dream of his life. The best ever dream that he could have.
Nicolas was standing a bit away. He came near them and spoke,
"Next time you fail to protect her, I won't mind keeping her forever with me." Ranvijay knew Nicolas had a soft corner for Myra but Myra was, is and will always be for Ranvijay.
"Let's go Myra." Ranvijay spoke.
"Where?" Myra whispered.
"We have the entire globe to roam around. I am leaving Takht and my title in Mumbai. Will you be mine?"
"I am always yours Jay."
Two mafias from different places left their existing power and position to start a new journey. They decided to create a new story for them. A story of a normal couple, who would treat each other as King and Queen.