Giving it a new perspective. This chapter will be narrated by Myra herself and Ranvijay himself.
Myra
It's been seven days since that little hit up conversation took place between Ranvijay's mother and me. I was not taught to accept wrong. My mother was always a woman of her words. I followed her footsteps also. I and Ranvijay share the same room. I slept on the couch as usual. He tried to offer me his bed but I refused. We can't even ask for a double bed as after marriage it doesn't look good. These days Ranvijay usually comes up late in the room. I didn't stop myself from doing work. Ronan is getting worried and telling me to come back soon. I kept my communication hidden from Ranvijay. No matter what he couldn't open my phone without my passcode. It was late at night when I finished my work. My long distance work has become a big headache to me. While I was stretching my arms after working for a long time, I heard the sound of the door knob opening. Ranvijay entered with a rage in his face and eyes. I understood something wrong had happened. Entering the room, he immediately closed the door. As I kept the laptop aside seeing him coming towards me, I felt something different. He was fuming with anger. Without even uttering a single word he yanked me from the couch by my arms. I wasn't ready for the sudden pull, immediately I stumbled upon my feet.
"How dare you to enter my study and go through my documents?" I flinched at my place hearing Ranvijay's voice. 
Shit. I should have thought about the CCTV. I didn't think of it. I didn't know that in his palace, he would have installed them. I was so dumb to take him lightly. I kept my lips sealed. My silence put more fuel in his anger. 
"I am asking you something. Tell me why you did so."
I was still looking at his eyes directly without giving a single answer. But to my utter shock his next action actually hit me badly. He literally threw me over the bed and I fell on it facing my back. Before he could hover on me, I flipped and tried to move when he got me by my forearm. This man is really strong.
"I need answers. Miss Moretti."
"Truth or Lie. What do you want to hear?" I replied in such a tone that even he got shocked.
"Obviously the truth. Your lies would be heavy on your family."
"I was searching for some evidence to put you behind the bar." I know sometimes it is hard to believe what we say out of the blue. Same happened with Ranvijay also. 
He got confused hearing my confessions. He couldn't believe that. Now as I got an upper hand, I tried to take control over him.
"Why do you want to put me behind the bar?"
"Because, you are the sole reason behind Ragini's suicide attempt. She was never interested in marrying you".
I knew that Ranvijay wasn't the reason behind that incident. But I needed some information that could only be given by himself. I took a chance and played the ball. 
"I have never manipulated her to take such drastic steps. The marriage was fixed long back in the presence of both families."
"And you decided to marry a 9 years younger girl? Are you a pedophile? Have you ever talked to her regarding her choice?"
"Enough. You are crossing your limit. We have some traditions here. It was more of an arranged marriage."
"And you got ready to marry that girl. Do you have any idea about her condition? You know what, I had her suicide note where your name was mentioned. I had every chance to file a complaint against you."
"Why didn't you do that? Do you think it's easy to put me behind the bar? Do you know who I am?"
"King of Underworld, right? Indian Mafia. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. What else is there, please let me know. You know what, you would pay some day for your deeds."
"Let's see who pays first. Your traitor father or me. Your father betrayed us first. He tried to claim Takht by plotting against us. When the plan backfired he offered his daughter's hand for marriage as a peace treaty."
"So the day I would leave you, you would again try to harm my family, right?"
"How could you keep such a wrong idea of leaving me? You are Mrs. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. Don't even think of leaving India. I have already started the process of blocking your visa. You can't leave India so easily."
"I hope you are well aware of everything that you are doing. The day you will be behind the bar, I will be leaving your palace and country happily."
"Keep dreaming. Remember Shaurya Agnihotri won't be coming to save you."
I was shocked to hear that name. How come Shaurya entered into this matter? He is an asshole whom I hate most. Ragini suffered a lot because of him. Now that bastard is messing up with Ranvijay also. I was more than furious.
"What? Where is Shaurya coming from?"
Ranvijay
I was more than angry when I saw the CCTV footage of Myra going through my stuff in my study. Lots of official documents were there. Though major illegal business related papers were kept far away, this girl went too far. I was doubtful from the beginning. But today almost 90 percent of my doubts got cleared seeing her anxiety. She was searching for something like a mad woman. What does she want? I was unable to figure out for what particular reason she got married to me. Either Rana Pratap got a full proof plan or she really wanted to save Solankis. 
I was walking to and fro sitting in my office. Even the air conditioning system was failing to cool me down. After finishing some important work I drove back to my home. I entered our room and found her doing some work on her laptop. Randhir and I tried our level best to crack her laptop and phone but couldn't find much. She showed us that she works as a data analyst. I asked her the reason for her stance. She remained silent. I threw her on the bed but she was quick to react. After some time she told me without fear that she wanted to see me behind the bar. The reason was quite stupid. I had never misbehaved with Ragini. The suicide attempt was not because of me. I understood that she came here for some reason and I am sure she is up to something. But I was unable to reach the root. 
On my way back home, I got a call from Shaurya. He congratulated me for my marriage after fucking seven days. I understood there would be something more than congratulations. I asked him directly what else he wanted to say. 
"How is that Italian girl by the way? Is she good? I heard the marriage was sudden." Shaurya spoke in a dirty voice. I felt like cutting his tongue but kept myself silent to hear more.
"She is Mrs. Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. Next time, before calling her an Italian girl, keep the name in your mind."
I barked at him.
"Relax. For you she might be Mrs. Sekhawat. But for her you might be some nth man. You know right this type of girl. Well her body, I might say, is quite alluring."
"If you want to see the next day's sunrise then try to keep your dirty mouth shut." I immediately cut the call and increased my car's speed. I couldn't take what he had just said. I felt a trail of possessiveness inside me. Maybe I am too obsessed with her. But I was wondering how Shaurya passed such comments on her. Have they known each other since before? 
Hearing Myra's tough words I threatened her by saying that Shaurya would not come for her rescue. I wanted to see how far she could go. Instead of being scared she immediately retaliated hearing the name.
"What? Where is Shaurya coming from?" Myra replied.
"That's what I am asking. He seemed quite informative about you." Intentionally I suppressed what Shaurya told me.
"He must have forgotten my left hand for sure.  He needs a good reminder. I can see that."
Hearing Myra's words, I found a trace of happiness inside me. No matter what, her words were enough to describe her hatred towards Shaurya.
I still kept a straight face and told her directly, "What exactly do you both share?"
"What? Man, from where do you think? You all are nothing but some disgusting personalities. You are doubting me with another man?"
"It's common for girls like you. I know nothing about you. I may not be your first."
"What do you mean by common for me? Just because I came from a country where sex is normal, does that mean I sleep around? Well I can say the same thing for you. I may not be your first. How many did you have before me? Tell me."
"Listen, you are crossing your limit."
"Listen you, Mr. Sekhawat. Learn to respect an individual then start blabbering."
Finishing her sentences she moved away from me.
I can't win an argument with this woman for sure. I tried to reach her hand again and she jerked it off. My male ego got hurt too much. When I tried to forcefully get a hold on her hand, she moved in a certain manner that her back feet got tangled and she fell losing her balance. In the process of that Myra hit her head on the nearby wooden table. 
"Merda"(Shit). 
That was the only word that came out of her mouth when she sat down holding her forehead with her left hand. I scooted down to her level to check her wound. She was more than arrogant.
"Let me check Myra. How deep is the wound?"
"Allontanati da me.  Non capisci?" (Get away from me. Don't you understand?)
I have learnt a strange thing about her. Whenever she faced some issue or whenever someone suddenly asked her something, she started talking in Italian. She didn't even bother about the fact that we understand nothing. Just now she is doing the same thing. I understand her irritated expression but I didn't get what she had just said.
"Listen, Myra. I am not understanding a single word of you. You and your Italian words. Now let me check the wound."
Without wasting a single time I removed her hand forcefully and found blood oozing out from her head. I held her shoulders and made her stand. Carefully I placed her on the bed. Bringing the first aid kit, I started cleaning her wounds. After that I put a small band aid on it. Until I am forcing her, she would never listen to me in the first place.
"Tomorrow I will call a doctor for a check-up."
"I am not a Barbie girl that you need to call the doctor. Things are fine with me." She replied in such a tone that I found myself a normal person and her to be precisely a don.
Without saying anything, I told her to rest and started shifting my pillow and blanket on the couch.
"What are you doing?" I heard her firm voice and turned my face to her.
"Can't you see?"
"Yes, I can see. But that's my place, not yours."
"I know. But you should sleep there on the bed. I will manage here."
"Are you giving me this willingly or you are just being sympathetic?"
"Could you please stop thinking in such a complicated way at least for a day?"
"Yes, I can. But that would be unacceptable because you are an underworld don."
"Yes. I am and I am proud of it."
She didn't speak another word after hearing my answer. She belongs to a normal family so she would never understand a don's family and a don's life.
I saw her sleeping silently on the bed. I slept on the couch but my mind was occupied with other thoughts. What if she really got married to me just for revenge? What if she is really telling the truth like putting me behind the bar? Of course it won't be possible because she is under my watch and she won't be able to pull any stance.
I stood up from my couch and walked towards her bed. She was sleeping peacefully. Nobody can guess how feisty she is, seeing her in this posture. I can't believe it's the same girl I met 19 years back in Solanki Palace. The first time she hugged me there and I lifted her in my embrace is still imprinted in my heart. I can't believe it's the same little girl with golden brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Am I getting weak towards her? But no matter what I can't be gentle with her. She is not a trustworthy one. The empire I run, I made it with my hard work. I can't just let it slip through my fingers so easily.
"Myra Moretti. You will be and are still in my cage."