Bringing down his face Ranvijay whispered near her ears.
"Each drop of your blood is just saving each second of your father's life. It's your father's blood, right? Royal Solanki bloodline."
Myra opened her grip and dropped the bloodied rose on the floor.
Looking straight through his eyes she replied with a sardonic smile.
"Each drop of my blood has a fair share of Italian Moretti family. I can say each drop of my blood is also decreasing each minute of your life too."
"You..." Before he could speak some more words his phone started ringing and he left her on her own. Wounded, shattered.
He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Moretti bloodline. Italy.
Broken, bloodied, betrayed by her father Myra sat on the ground with her heavy Lahenga beside those blood spots. She didn't unde
