#Chapter58

Ranvijay

I had received a late-night call six months back from an unknown international number after two days of my reaching back to India. Thinking about the new mafia or other alliance when I did pick that up, I found it was none but Sylvia. I was told only two sentences but I bet the first one was the one that sounded sweeter than anything in the world.

"Myra is fine." 

Yes. I wanted to play that voice a thousand times in my mind. Myra is fine and what else I can expect. I left Italy not because I was threatened by Arthur, but to respect Sylvia and their...