Butter cookies were her favorite, but as Vivi made them, Myra wasn’t interested. Her mind was far away, and she needed to get herself in order. She had a big photoshoot session the next day and orientation this evening. She was supposed to be getting her tan in order and visiting the spa, but she was bothered by someone she wasn't sure she knew anymore."I know she is up to something; I just need to find out what it is," Vivi said as she kneaded the dough that sat on the kitchen counter."Be careful, girl. You're going to get yourself killed. Walking around at night isn't the best thing for a woman like you." Myra warned.“The guy that was killed that night, the camera at the office had captured him the week earlier around the lot, by her car. I just don’t know what was going on.” Vivi continued."Please stop, Vivi," Myra interjected. "I don't need to hear that right now, please, okay." She saw the surprised look on Vivi's face and

The plan was to go unnoticed and so she did just that. Myra was in joggers and a sports bra, with dark glasses to hide her identity. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail that bounced as she walked into the gym. She glanced around for a while and then saw Isha at the corner working the treadmill. She walked up to the receptionist and flashed a smile.“A month, please. What’s the cost?” she asked.“Rs 1000” the receptionist replied. “Name please.” She asked as she received cash from Myra and began filling out the registration form on the system.“Abitha Solan” she lied.Things had gone down with Zayn; she had recognized the name as soon as Zayn mentioned it, who could easily forget the girl at the engagement party? Zayn didn’t have an answer to the question she asked that night and he was a terrible liar so she immediately interpreted what was going on, and she wasn’t wrong. He had sat there

They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realized she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight, she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were going on at the moment. She and her crew had been making their way to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. She knew it was such a bad idea when asked to bring her actual crown. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event, one in which all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be such a shame if she weren’t there to witness it, the same way it would be a disrespect to her country for her

Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to be, no matter how short.The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted, and for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. S