"How strange is this man's taste, eating even in this condition?"<br /> <br /> As she got up, she looked at herself in the mirror—disheveled hair, tattoos on her body, and a face like a ghost. If anyone looked at her for more than a second, their eye... "How strange is this man's taste, eating even in this condition?"<br /> <br /> As she got up, she looked at herself in the mirror—disheveled hair, tattoos on her body, and a face like a ghost. If anyone looked at her for more than a second, their eyes would burn like chili peppers (meaning, she looked very scary and ugly).<br /> <br /> In her past life, she loved someone else. She kept trying to avoid him. But when she got into a relationship with that man, she started hating him—hating him with every corner of her heart.<br /> <br /> But in this life, when she woke up, she kept looking at the handsome person lying on the bed next to her, wondering—"Is this him, whose shadow remained with me in the past life?"<br /> <br /> In her past life, she was completely confused. She tried hard to get rid of the handsome and good husband she didn't want. And after that, she was taken advantage of—cheap men and cunning women ruined her. The worst part was that her closest friend poisoned her mind.<br /> <br /> In the end, everyone abandoned her. People turned against her and she was left completely alone.<br /> <br /> But in this life?<br /> <br /> Anyone who is plotting her ruin or dreaming of divorce—everyone will be disappointed.<br /> <br /> Because this time, this girl is not stupid—now her mind is fully operational!<br />
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Myra opened her eyes.
Before her was a pair of eyes that made her soul tremble and her very being shudder.
"Ah--"
Her pale fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly.
Again, she had to endure the pain of her body being torn apart.
Is this hell?
I was dead, then why have I returned to this devil?
Her mind was numb from the burning heat of this man, and she instinctively recoiled, "Don't touch me!"
In an instant, it felt as though ice had touched her. A bloodthirsty, savage smile spread across his face, and his ice-cold lips ruthlessly bit into Myra's, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Myra was in so much pain that she couldn't think straight. She mumbled unconsciously, "Why… why me… Tarun… why always me…?"
"Because it can only be you."
Hearing his deep, rough voice felt like chains being placed on Myra's soul.
He had given the same answer that he had in her past life, and hearing this, Myra fainted again.
...
When she opened her eyes again, the darkness of night had turned into the light of day.
The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and the warm rays of the sun were entering the room, which briefly eased her anxiety.
But the next moment, Myra's body stiffened again.
A deep dread spread within her, because that man was awake.
His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. Myra was trapped in his arms like a pillow.
"Still thinking of leaving?"
The same terrifying voice whispered near her ears.
In an effort to survive, Myra silently shook her head.
She didn't know if he believed her or not. He stared at her for a moment, then slowly bent down and gently kissed her lips, chin, and neck...
When his warm breath fell on her neck, alarm bells went off throughout her body.
She was like a deer caught in the teeth of a hunter. She didn't dare to move.
After a long time, he finally released her.
The next moment, a shocking sight appeared before Myra's eyes.
He got out of bed naked, and the light from behind clearly showed his slender waist and muscular body.
But this scene was only for a moment, as he quickly picked up his clothes lying near the bed and carefully buttoned his shirt all the way up.
The man who had been like a wild animal a moment ago now had a face so cold, as if not a drop of humanity remained in him.
The tension that had spread through Myra's veins did not ease until she heard the sound of the door closing.
Only now did she begin to think about her situation.
She slowly looked at the decor of the room, then looked at herself in the mirror in front of her.
The girl in the mirror had lips so ravaged that their color had faded. Her face was so distorted with tears and sweat that no trace of makeup remained. Her entire body was covered in blue marks and love bites, and a gruesome, blood-soaked tattoo was on her skin.
She couldn't believe that she looked like this at only 20 years old!
At that time, she had deliberately made herself ugly and disgusting in order to distance herself from Tarun.
Now she had truly... been reborn...
Suddenly, a wave of fear and helplessness rose in her chest and she began to suffocate.
Why...
Why did I return to seven years ago?!
I would have preferred to die, but not return to this devil.
She clearly remembered that this was where Tarun had first had physical relations with her, and after that, he had constantly tormented her for many nights.
She lost her love, lost her family, even her honor and freedom. She had lost everything.
Will she have to endure all that again?
No! If God has given me a chance to live again, then everything must change now!
Oh...
But how will I change myself?
To Tarun, crushing her was even easier than crushing an ant. He got whatever he wanted.
Myra took a deep breath and forcibly tried to shake off the fear of that man.
There must be a way!
At least now she wasn't the same foolish, naive, and emotional girl she used to be.
"Oh my god! Myra..." She suddenly heard someone's shocked voice.
Hearing that familiar voice, Ananya's body shivered and she slowly looked towards the door.
Immediately, she saw a face she could never forget—
A beautiful face that no one could doubt—
She was her best friend from her previous life!
"Myra, how could Tarun do this to you?!" Ragini rushed over and took her hand. She looked around in shock, seeing the disheveled bed and Myra's injured body.
Myra lowered her eyes, feeling the pain rising from Ragini's tightly clutching hand. This time, she could clearly see the jealousy in Ragini's eyes.
"Myra, are you okay? Is everything alright? Please don't scare me!" Ragini said anxiously. She saw Myra's changed gaze and thought she might be in shock.
Myra composed herself and shook her head, gently freeing her hand, "I'm fine."
In her previous life, Ragini was a major reason why Tarun harassed her so much.
She and Tarun had many fights, but she didn't tell anyone, only Ragini, whom she considered the most trustworthy. Who knew...
Ragini herself was interested in Tarun; she dreamed of becoming "Mrs. Tarun". She pretended to help Myra, but in reality, she was using Myra to get closer to Tarun. She tried to create distance between them many times, and each time Myra became the target of Tarun's anger.
Before, Myra didn't realize her deceit. Instead, she was grateful to Ragini for her help.
Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, Myra smiled slightly—a bitter smile.
In fact, this hideous disguise was also adopted on Ragini's advice—and she had agreed.
It didn't matter what people thought of her, it was enough for Tarun to dislike her.
But she never thought that even with such an ugly face, Tarun would tolerate everything.
"How can you say you're fine in this condition?! Myra, don't worry, I'll help you!" Ragini said naively.
Myra laughed inwardly. Yes, right.
In her previous life, Ragini used to pretend to help in the same way, promising to get help from Rahul.
In the end, Ragini betrayed her and told Tarun that Myra was running away with Rahul.
This further strained Myra and Tarun's relationship. Tarun's nature became even more dangerous, eccentric, and insane. His possessiveness crossed all limits.
Going head-to-head with Tarun was like inviting death.
Why was she so stubborn and foolish before? She listened to everything Ragini said—and hurt herself repeatedly.
Myra's family had not yet taken their revenge. Her parents were still waiting for her at home, and she also had to bring her older brother to the right path. She had a lot to do.
First, she had to calm Tarun down; she couldn't make any mistakes that would provoke him again. She had created a very dangerous enemy for herself.
"Myra, wait for me! I will definitely come to pick you up!" Ragini said those self-serving words and left.
As soon as Ragini left, the helpless and broken emotions on Myra's face suddenly turned cold and emotionless.
Ragini had repeatedly provoked her to run away, but never succeeded. The last time, she was framed for having an illicit relationship. It seemed as if Ragini was determined to ruin her life.
So, let's see now...
Whose death will it be this time.
Three days had passed in a flash. In these three days, Myra spent most of her time sleeping and thinking about the memories of her past life. Arun was exactly the same as before. He didn't show up for three whole days. The domestic workers were so engrossed in their work that it was as if they couldn't see her. They didn't even talk to Myra, nor did they dare to meet her eyes. The house was so big, but it felt like a cemetery. Myra put on her night dress and checked the time. Then she headed towards the courtyard. The moonlight was very beautiful, and a gentle breeze was blowing, which reduced her fear of the cage she was locked in a bit. This garden was really beautiful. After all, Arun had designed it himself. He had hired a team of the world's best architects and built this palace-like house in the most expensive area of Delhi in five years. What an irony that she didn't appreciate any of this in her past life. She thought it was a cage from which she just needed to escape. As her eyes fell ahead, she saw a large dry and burnt patch of grass, a deliberately cut flower garden and a dirty pond… all of this was her “handiwork”. "Myra—" Suddenly, a familiar voice knocked on the evening breeze. Myra took her eyes off the withered rose and looked in the direction of the voice. Under the dim light, a man in an expensive and classy suit was standing. He looked quite attractive and stylish. Myra had to admit that Rahul had a different charm. Compared to that devil Arun, Rahul seemed much better. Rahul was standing a few steps away, his eyebrows furrowed. Myra saw his slight reaction and looked down at her clothes. At the moment, she was still wearing her heavy metal clothes, and her face had thick makeup on. Since she didn't have any normal clothes in her wardrobe, she thought of maintaining her old image. Anyway, changing suddenly in such a short time could arouse suspicion. Rahul looked at her with cold eyes, his face pale, "Myra! How could you degrade yourself like this?" Degrade yourself? Myra tasted his words, like a bitter pill dissolved in sarcasm. In her past life, she loved Rahul from the heart. To prove her loyalty to him, she deliberately wore strange and weird clothes and applied makeup so that everyone else would dislike her. But in return, she heard that she had degraded herself. She knew that Ragini did her badmouthing in front of Rahul, but if this man had any affection for her, he wouldn't believe Ragini's words. Since Ragini was her best friend, she often came to visit. Therefore, she had complete freedom to come and go. She even allowed Rahul to come in. Just as Myra was about to say something, her soul trembled. Arun... He was here! If that man was somewhere nearby, Myra could feel him even without seeing him. In her past life, she never understood why Ragini betrayed her. While hiding in the dark, Arun watched her every moment when she was meeting Rahul… Her terrifying story started from there. Myra took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She tried to ignore Arun's presence and looked at Rahul with a slight smile, "I just want to know, what makes you think you have the right to ask me questions? As my ex-fiancé? Or… as my brother-in-law?" The sarcasm in Myra's words made Rahul's face stiffen, "Myra, I know you're angry with me, but I was also forced. I had a hand in what happened. I admit that your situation is because of me. Come with me now, I'll take you away from here!"
In her past life, Myra felt she had demeaned herself and lowered Rahul. Even when he berated her, she never retorted. When Rahul said he had forgiven her and wanted to take her home, Myra was touched. She thought perhaps Rahul still had a place for her in his heart.
She was simply foolish.
Who knew he was only doing all this out of ego?
In any case, she was once Rahul's fiancée, but now she had become Tarun's girlfriend. If people found out, all of Rahul's honor would be reduced to dust, wouldn't it?
As soon as Rahul spoke of leaving with her, Myra felt the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly drop.
In the darkness, just a few steps away from Myra—
A man's face had turned as cold as night. The fire of anger within him was ready to devour anyone, as if he would crush a person and erase even their name.
Tarun's assistant, Rajat, was drenched in sweat and his legs were trembling.
What luck I have, to have to witness my boss's girlfriend running off with another man, that too in the middle of the night!
Ever since Myra arrived, life has become hell for the servants. When the boss gets angry, he lashes out at everyone. And this woman's specialty is precisely this—to provoke Tarun.
This time, it seems the boss's anger will burn down the entire city.
Rajat simply closed his eyes—he knew what was about to happen.
Seeing Myra standing silently, Rahul grew restless. He reached out to grab Myra's hand, intending to pull her along with him.
But Myra immediately took a step back and shook off his hand.
"Myra?" Rahul raised his eyebrows.
Myra said in a cold tone, "Rahul, did I say I wanted to go with you?"
Rahul looked at her pitifully, "Myra, Tarun is playing with you. Will you degrade yourself to this extent just to take revenge on me?"
In Rahul's eyes, Myra was still the same girl who doted on him and obeyed his every command. That's why he was sure that Myra was just trying to get his attention.
"Degrading myself?"
Myra laughed, as if she had heard a joke. Then she sneered,
"Tarun is richer than you, more powerful than you, of a higher level than you, and his body is better than yours too. Spending one night with him is better than spending a lifetime with you! How dare you say such things?"
"Y...you..." Rahul could never have imagined Myra saying such a thing to him. His face flushed with anger.
At that moment, the man standing in the darkness, who had been consumed by animalistic rage until now, suddenly turned cold.
Rajat was stunned and looked towards Myra.
Why is Miss Myra behaving so differently today? This isn't like her...didn't she truly love Rahul? Shouldn't she have been happy to run away with Rahul?
Or perhaps she's just putting on an act?
Now Rahul was truly filled with anger. He warned,
"Myra, stop acting now. Tarun is a dangerous, temperamental, and bloodthirsty man. Do you know how many people have died because of him? By being with him... don't you care about your life?"
In response to Rahul's warning, Myra yawned and said casually,
"So what? Even if I die under a rose like Tarun, I will smile even as a ghost~"
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Raj, who was hiding: "!!! "
Rose!!!
By God! Today this girl is looking completely different, has some magic happened to her?
How can she compare our boss to a flower?!
The boss is really very handsome, I'm saying this as a guy. But no matter how good he looks, those who know him well also know how dangerous and irritable he is.
Raj glanced at his boss sneakily, but unfortunately, his black eyes didn't give away anything.
Is the boss angry or not?
At this moment, Rahul was looking at the girl standing in front of him - a girl filled with anger, hatred, and speaking very bitter words.
He warned her for the last time, with a bit of patience, "Okay...okay! When you regret, don't say that I didn't come to you today! Myra, I tried my best to help you!"
Myra then took a sigh of relief when Rahul left angrily.
If this was her past life, she would have to face Tarun's anger. But this time she had changed the direction of her life because Rahul had left and Tarun...
Hmm, I don't know when his presence disappeared.
Did I pass his test?
Tarun's temper was very dangerous and changeable, so Myra still had to be cautious. After calming her mind a bit, she went inside the house.
As soon as she stepped into the living room, a familiar voice resonated through her entire body -
"Come here."
The man sitting on the sofa was staring at her like an open trap.
Myra froze.
Even if she was reborn, the fear of this man was ingrained in her bones - which would never go away.
But if she wanted to change her fate, she had to overcome this fear.
Myra clenched her fists, dug her nails into her palms to steady herself, and slowly moved towards him...
As she approached, in a flash, she fell into the man's lap. The next moment, she felt a sharp pain on her lips -
Cold, thin lips pressed against her lips tightly and started biting... didn't leave a single spot...
Myra didn't move. She restrained herself so as not to provoke Tarun.
She was thinking that the lipstick she applied today seemed more vibrant and toxic than before. Wasn't this color piercing her eyes? Yet he was kissing her with such intensity?
She met Tarun when she was 18 years old. For two whole years, she hid herself in different forms, thinking that maybe there would be someone who wouldn't make Tarun like her.
If she had understood it earlier, she would never have put herself in this situation.
Lost in these thoughts, Myra suddenly came to her senses -
She was daydreaming while sitting on Tarun's lap!
When she came to her senses, she felt a weight on her neck. Tarun was holding her like a pillow, his head resting on her neck, and he was asleep. His breaths were warm and steady.
He was asleep...
How could this be!?
Myra remained completely still for half an hour, observing if he moved or not. Then she whispered softly, "Tarun...?"
There was no response.
He was really asleep!
Raj, standing a little distance away, near the door, was watching all this and was extremely astonished. His eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Myra was also surprised.
She remembered well that Tarun had severe insomnia. His body was more resistant to drugs than ordinary people, so they had no effect on him. Whenever he needed sleep, they had to call a professional psychologist to hypnotize him.
The worst part was that he was also mentally abnormal. There were deep blocks in his mind, so it was extremely difficult to hypnotize him. And when his mood was bad, hypnosis didn't work at all.
The Kapoor family had called countless famous doctors from all over the world, but no treatment was found...
Maira saw a look of surprise on Raju's face. She was about to speak when Raju immediately put his finger on his lips and gestured for her to be quiet. Then he joined his hands and begged her, his lips moving: "Maira, the boss hasn't slept for three days!"
Not slept for three days?
Was it because of her attempt to escape?
In the past two years, she had never given up hope of escaping. This time she was closest to it - just a little more, and she would have boarded that foreign cruise...
But it came at a heavy price.
Earlier, although Tarun kept her by force, he had never touched her. For the first time three days ago, he had touched her.
That's why Maira thought her fake identity was working.
As soon as Raju breathed a sigh of relief, the peace in the living room was broken by a loud mobile ringtone.
Raju trembled with fear and almost threw the phone. He quickly turned it off.
But it was too late.
The devil was awake.
He slowly opened his eyes, with no trace of humanity in them. His gaze fell on Raju, and Raju's blood ran dry from his eyes.
Maira froze with fear.
Waking Tarun meant inviting the apocalypse. Whenever he woke up from sleep, his anger became a storm.
Nervously, Maira stretched out her hand. She covered Tarun's eyes with one hand and pulled his head onto her shoulder with the other. Then, stroking his soft hair, she said, "It's okay... sleep..."
One second passed...
Two seconds passed...
Three seconds passed...
Tarun didn't move.
After a while, Maira gently removed her hand from his face. Tarun had closed his eyes again and fallen into a deep sleep.
Life returned to Raju's body. A moment ago, his soul was about to leave. He looked at Maira with gratitude.
Maira sat in that position all night.
She didn't notice when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, it was morning. She was now lying on the large bed in the master bedroom, and Tarun was nowhere to be found.
Maira rubbed her eyes and sat up. On the hand she rubbed her eyes with, she found kajal, false eyelash glue, and shimmery eyeshadow.
Every girl wants to look beautiful and knows that sleeping with makeup on damages the skin. But for the past two years, Maira had never dared to sleep without makeup.
But now, when she realized her disguise was useless - she felt a little relief.
Now she could be herself again...
Since she was 18 years old, the age when a girl blossoms, she had never seen anyone without her mask. She had even forgotten what the real Maira looked like.
The first thing was the large, blood-like scary tattoos on her body.
Fortunately, she was afraid of pain, otherwise, she would have listened to Ragini's advice and got permanent tattoos - for now, her tattoos were ones that could be cleaned with soap.
Maira searched the entire room and finally found the soap she was looking for, which was lying in a box with other things. She went to the bathroom and took detergent, makeup remover, cotton pads, and the face mask Tarun had given her earlier.
First, she took out her many earrings and heavy gold earrings, then removed the dog-like chain from her neck. Then she removed her makeup from her face. Finally, she put soap in the tub and soaked her whole body in it...
As the soap helped, the tattoos on her body began to dissolve slowly.
Myra had immersed herself in hot water, applied a face mask, and closed her eyes for a while.
When she opened her eyes, the water in the tub had turned black and muddy.
As for her body... now the fake tattoo cover was removed, and her real body emerged.
The tattoos she had made were temporary and had not damaged her skin. A red crescent-shaped mole left, her whole body was clean and flawless. It looked like polished jade, moist and soft, shining like snow in the moonlight.
In her past life, she had once got permanent tattoos in anger. That tattoo stayed with her for 7 years. And in those 7 years, she even forgot what her real body looked like under the tattoo.
Now, when she saw her real face, she was surprised at how beautiful her skin was.
Besides, at that moment, she was only 20 years old - that is, when a girl's skin is at its most glowing.
After removing the face mask, Myra drained the dirty water from the tub and took a bath again.
Then she put on a bathrobe and sat in front of the dressing table.
The girl in the mirror had light brown eyebrows, a high nose, and pink and delicate lips - something like cherry blossoms in March. Her most beautiful thing was her eyes - which looked like an autumn lake, shimmering like twinkling stars.
Due to excessive use of makeup for a long time, her skin was dry and slightly damaged, but the moisturizing face mask provided some relief.
However, Myra knew it was only for a short time. Like other beauty treatments, this mask also only affects the surface, not the root.
The facial skin needed more care to heal completely.
She had also washed off the strange hairstyle done by the parlour. Now her hair was back to its original form - long to the waist, silky, and black as ink.
Earlier, she had cut off her lovely hair herself, but now that it was back...
Myra was very happy to have her lost things back. Slowly, she picked up a wooden comb and began to comb her favorite hair.
After drying her hair, Myra looked at the wardrobe, which was filled with strange clothes, and got disturbed again.
"Forget it, I will pick up a set from the third-floor clothes room. Why should I trouble myself when I have a new life?"
The entire third floor was a clothes room. Inside, the people put there by Tarun took care of clothes, accessories, and bags for her. Although she had never touched these things, only trendy items were kept in that clothes room for 7 years.
Downstairs, in front of the dining table, Tarun was sipping his coffee calmly.
Due to lack of sleep, dark circles under his eyes had deepened. His face looked perfect, like a demon's soul had settled in him, but no light was coming out of it.
"Tarun, oh my god......." Raghv, sitting in front, was startled and burned himself with hot coffee.
Tarun looked at his friend with a suspicious gaze, who seemed completely astonished.
Raghv still thought that even when this man taunted him, he looked very good.
Raghv slammed his coffee on the table, "Damn! 9th Kaapoore! Tell the truth! What did you do last night? Didn't you do that thing with Myra?"
Tarun seemed to be in a good mood today, as he didn't show any anger even after listening to Raghav's words. Raghav looked at his brother with a gaze as if he could tear the sky apart. With a tone filled with hatred and sarcasm, he said, "Brother, your prestige, height, looks, and body... Have you ever thought about what kind of girl you deserve? Why are you degrading yourself like this?"
Maira, who was coming down the stairs, heard Raghav's words. For some reason, Raghav's words seemed familiar to her.
"Let's assume you just wanted to have a different experience, okay, but now it's been two years. As a brother, I just can't tolerate it anymore..."
Raghav was still scolding his brother when suddenly Tarun, who had been looking sluggish and carefree until then, slightly turned his head and looked upwards.
Raghav also followed Tarun's gaze without thinking.
As soon as he looked up, his eyes sparkled with surprise.
A girl was standing upstairs. Wearing a plain white dress, thin and tall, with long hair down to her waist, charming eyes, and rose-like lips. A beauty with skin as delicate as ice and bones like marble.
She was... truly unmatched.
This radiance was so special that even someone as cold-hearted as Tarun couldn't ignore it.
Raghav was still standing in awe when Maira walked to the dining table.
Maira glanced at the table and usually sat at the seat farthest from Tarun, but today she deliberately chose the seat next to him.
When Tarun saw that the girl was sitting next to him, he looked at her, and a faint spark appeared in his eyes.
Following the principle of 'less talk, less trouble,' Maira sat quietly and started eating her breakfast.
As soon as she woke up in the morning, people were staring at her.
She herself found this sudden change a bit strange. She was wondering what Tarun would think about it.
Anyway, when she didn't have any problem with his scary appearance, it wasn't wrong to feel good after dressing up a bit.
Maira thought this and started eating her porridge calmly.
Suddenly, a thin finger moved towards her face.
Maira immediately became alert, and her whole body stiffened.
Then that finger pushed her hair, which had fallen on her face, behind her ear and arranged it.
Now Tarun was leaning comfortably on his chair. After fixing the girl's hair, he slowly withdrew his hand, but his gaze remained fixed on Maira. His eyes had curiosity and a faint hidden passion, as if he was trying to read every glimpse of her.
Maira let out a sigh of relief and immediately grabbed her hair with her hand so it wouldn't fall again.
At the same moment, Raghav seemed to come to his senses and excitedly exclaimed, "Brother! Now your senses have come to you! You should have looked for a girl like this from the start! Why did you let that woman dominate you?"
Maira, "...dominate..."
Raghav said again, "Oh, yes, where's that ugly woman? Did you throw her out?"
Maira, "...ugly woman..."
Raghav said, "Although when you both started, that Maira didn't look that bad, but she was fat! She must have been at least 150 pounds!"
Maira, "...!!! Nonsense! I was 140! Yes, I admit that I was hungrier during my teens and ate a lot, but my weight never crossed 150, okay?"
Raghav, "Brother, I don't understand what you saw in her. How could you fall in love with a fat girl?"
Maira, "...fat..."
Now Maira's patience was exhausted!
No girl can tolerate being called "fat"!
Slap——
Maira angrily slapped her hand on the table, and her eyes were blazing with fire towards Raghav——
"Raghav! So what if I was 150 pounds! And so what if I was fat! Did I eat your food or something!!"
The moment that familiar voice sounded, Raghav's face looked as if he had seen a ghost. He quickly stood up and accidentally pushed his chair over.
"Oh my god! Ma… M...Maira!!!"
"How is this possible?"
"Did you get plastic surgery done?" Raghav asked, staring at her in astonishment.
But no... this couldn't be right. How could surgery have happened so quickly? He had seen her just a few days ago, and she had looked terrifying then.
Maira burst out in anger, "You must have gotten surgery done! I have always looked like this! And tell me honestly, where do you think I look fat?"
Tarun's exhausted face suddenly seemed to come alive for a moment.
Maira's eyes seemed to be on fire - they hadn't had that level of intensity in a long time.
As she trembled with anger, she felt a cold hand gently stroke her head, as if someone was trying to calm her down.
At the same time, a warm voice resonated in her ears, "You aren't fat."
Maira was taken aback and looked at Tarun.
Was she going crazy? Did Tarun seem... softer to her?
Maira composed herself and realized she had overreacted. She said with a bit of embarrassment, "I don't look fat now..."
Tarun said, "You never looked fat."
Raghav became serious, "Brother, think about what you're saying!"
Maira started grinding her teeth in anger.
Tarun glanced at Raghav and said softly, "I gave the Malhotra land to Samir."
Raghav was stunned, "What?! Don't joke, brother! You said you would give it to me! Had you already given it to him or did you decide to give it to him just now?"
Tarun: "Just decided."
Raghav: "...!!!"
Unbelievable! Was it just because he had called Maira fat?
"You... you are crazy!" Raghav shouted.
Tarun neither argued nor said anything; instead, he seemed to enjoy the label. Without changing his expression, he said, "You can leave now. Don't interfere."
Not only crazy but completely biased towards his beloved and considered his brother unnecessary.
Raghav's heart broke, and he ran away crying.
Now that Raghav had left, only Maira and Tarun were left at the dining table.
When Raghav was there, Maira felt a bit relieved, but now she was tense again. Tarun's presence suddenly seemed very oppressive.
"Have a bit more,"
Another paneer finder from her favorite breakfast shop was placed on her plate.
Maira had mixed feelings.
Since she had arrived, Tarun hadn't really reacted to her changed appearance.
Wasn't it more normal to react like Raghav?
Maira couldn't help but ask, "Tarun, don't you think I look different today?"
Tarun placed a paneer tikka on her plate and asked, "What?"
Maira: "My looks!"
Tarun furrowed his brows, "What's different?"
Maira was completely stunned, "..."
Was this man blind?
He looked at Maira's shocked face, smiled slightly, and then stroked her delicate chin and her lips with his finger. In a deep, romantic voice, he said, "You still look as delicious."
Maira: "..."
Delicious?!
Did he find her previous terrifying look delicious too? And did he not see any difference between her current and previous looks?
Maira was shocked by his strange taste...
So, had she been punishing herself like this all this time?
Maira felt like her whole life had been wasted!
It was good that this time she had understood everything quickly, otherwise, she would have had to spend the rest of her life again looking ugly.
From today, she had decided - now she would make herself up as much as possible… so that she could make up for the ugliness of her past life!
"Why? Is there any problem?"
"No!" Maira said a little sadly.
"Oh..." Tarun smiled lightly.
Maira looked at him with a little fear.
The faint glow on his face was neither scary nor filled with anger… Tarun… was actually laughing.
For the first time, she felt that this man seemed to be in a better mood today.
Was it because he had a good sleep at night?
Actually, Tarun's irritability was linked to his insomnia. No one could bear it if they struggled with sleep disorders for years.
While thinking this, Maira's thoughts began to wander.
What if today, when he is in a good mood, I can put my point across...?
On the way down, she received a message from the class monitor that if she didn't come to school, she would be suspended or even expelled.
Due to her poor results, she was already two years behind, and now, at the age of 20, she was in her 12th standard.
She remembered that in her past life, she used to think about only one person every day - Rahul.
Before meeting Tarun, she was simply crazy about Rahul. And when she met Tarun, she kept thinking about how to run away and get back to Rahul. She didn't care about her studies at all.
Gradually, she stopped going to school and didn't even take the college entrance exam. Her education was completely ruined.
But not this time.
This time, even though she had tried to run away, she hadn't run away with Rahul. Therefore, her relationship with Tarun Kapoor could still be maintained.
Maira took a deep breath and spoke a little fearfully,
"Can I… go to school from tomorrow?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere of the whole house became cold, and Tarun's face became cold and expressionless again.
Maira could hear her heart beating clearly.
Was she still not allowed to go to school?
Although she knew that things wouldn't be easy, her heart still broke. She looked at her favorite bun sadly, but she wasn't even hungry now.
She muttered softly, "If it's not possible, then forget it..."
But Tarun's face became even more rigid.
Maira didn't want to spoil their relationship again when it had slightly improved, so she quickly said,
"I was just asking like that. I'm not going now."
Tarun kept looking at her silently, with sadness in his eyes… and fear on his face… seeing him, that uncontrollable anger started rising inside her again.
Maira made an innocent face - "This man is also so difficult to understand. Now I have refused myself, and yet he is looking at me as if he will kill someone!"
The atmosphere in the house gradually started to grow cold again. The relationship between Myra and Tarun seemed to be returning to what it was like before Myra's rebirth. The fear of that man started growing inside her again. Fortunately, at that moment, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. Rajat Mali, along with a team of florists and laborers, entered the dining hall and said, "Boss, the repair work in the garden... um..." Rajat's sentence remained incomplete as he saw a girl sitting to Tarun's left. He paused for a few moments, and the laborers standing behind him looked at each other in surprise. They were surprised not just because of the girl's beauty but also because everyone knew that the boss had a severe complaint of OCD and hated women. There was only one woman in the world whom he could tolerate, and that was Myra. So, who was this girl? Myra looked at Rajat and the others, then put a mouthful of momos in her mouth and said, "Oh, I forgot to do makeup today... did I scare you all?" "Ma... Myra!!" As soon as everyone heard her familiar voice, they were astonished, including Rajat. The girl who looked ugly and scary, but had a voice as clear and sweet as a stream. However, upon hearing that voice, a shiver ran down everyone's spine. After all, they had had to endure a lot since the girl had come to "Kapoor Bagh". Now, the girl sitting next to the boss, looking as beautiful as a lotus flower emerging from water, was she really Myra? Myra thought as she saw everyone's face, "It seems I'm looking better than before, right? I remember when I had green hair, you all were shocked! Maybe I should get my hair done like that again?" People weren't shocked; they were scared! Rajat regained his composure and quickly nodded, "No, no, madam, you look great just like this!" He had no idea that Myra would look so beautiful without makeup. So, it meant that Myra's color coordination wasn't off; it was her mental state that was messed up? "The boss's eyes are so sharp... he could see through my thick makeup!" If Myra knew what was going through Rajat's mind, she would surely say that her boss didn't need to see the truth behind the makeup... he liked the "wall" just the way it was! "Did you people come to discuss the garden repairs?" Myra asked. Rajat nodded casually, "Yes." Myra then said softly, "I can suggest some things?" Now that she had to stay here for some time, why not make it a bit better according to her taste? She wasn't allowed to go to school, but maybe this could happen? She remembered that except for leaving, Tarun usually agreed to her other demands. But as soon as Myra said this, Rajat's heart sank. He quickly glanced at Tarun, hoping that the boss would make some decision. Boss! Please! I'm begging you on my knees! Don't let her ruin the garden! Tarun replied to Myra in just three words, "As you like." Rajat: "..." Alright... I knew it would be like this. Rajat said with a resigned tone, "Madam, what changes do you want?" Myra thought for a moment and said, "I don't like roses and lavender; instead, plant sunflowers." Rajat was silent for a moment. He asked casually, "Madam, do you like sunflowers?" Compared to things like "burn the flowers" or "uproot everything," Myra's demand seemed quite normal. Myra thought a bit and said, "They're fine." Rajat didn't understand, "Then..." Myra's eyes sparkled, "So that their seeds can be roasted and eaten!" Rajat: "Er..." Tarun: "..." Myra then pointed to the distance, "In that pond, don't keep those expensive goldfish; they're too delicate and not edible. Put grass carp, silver carp, and small prawns instead... and remove the rose trellis and plant a grapevine... yes, and sweet potatoes can also be grown..."
"And, the lawn on the east side is already burnt, so why not grow cabbage there? The soil has been fertilized anyway."
G...go...cabbage...?
Rajat stood dumbfounded, and Tarun's face looked like he didn't understand anything. Maira asked in a soft voice, "Is there a problem?"
Tarun tapped his white mug on the table and looked up, "Am I starving you here?"
Maira said hesitantly, "N...no..."
Ever since she was little, she had never lacked food or clothes. And especially not at Tarun's house. The chefs at Kapoor Mansion made new dishes every day so that she could eat well, because if she ate less than what Kapoor had decided, the chef's job would be at stake.
But she didn't know what the problem was - she had a habit of stockpiling food, like the more food she had, the safer she felt.
In her past life, due to Tarun's constant monitoring, she was mentally exhausted, and her appetite was gone.
Now that fate had given her another chance, she not only wanted to beautify herself but also eat well - otherwise, this second chance would be in vain.
After a while, Tarun looked at Rajat and said, "Do what she's saying."
Rajat replied with a wilted face, "Yes, boss..."
He thought that this girl had changed now.
But now she wanted to turn this large and royal Kapoor Garden into a vegetable field, which was madness...
As soon as Tarun agreed, Maira jumped up with joy and exclaimed, "It's great! Now when winter comes, we'll have our own food!"
"When winter comes..."
These three words made Tarun's face change slightly, and there was some movement in his eyes.
The old Maira only thought about escaping, but today she was talking about the future?
Throughout the day, Maira sat with Rajat and planned which crops to grow where and assigned responsibilities to the servants.
By evening, the Kapoor Garden that Maira had ruined had become brand new.
Cabbage in the east, sunflowers in the west, new grapevines on the walls, expensive flowers replaced with fruits and vegetables, a clear pond with fish and prawns swimming in it...
The flowers and plants in Kapoor Garden were so expensive that the servants had to be extremely careful, or if they accidentally damaged a plant, it would cost hundreds of thousands.
Now, even though it had become a vegetable field, there was still no room for mistakes.
Perhaps after working all day, Maira felt extremely hungry and ate a lot of food at night.
After eating a lot and gaining energy, she began to think about the events of the day.
Now it's not just about going back to school, but also about her relationship with Tarun and the whole situation.
To bring about change, she had to talk to Tarun.
Tarun's room was on the upper floor, a room that Maira had never dared to think about entering before.
"Knock knock knock..."
Maira stood nervously in front of the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
The door opened with a creak, and those cold, deep eyes appeared.
"Listen, I want to talk to you. Is it okay now?"
It was as if the man had known Maira was coming. He didn't show any surprise, turned silently, and walked into the room - which meant permission was granted.
Maira quickly followed him.
"I'll finish this conversation today, no matter what!"
This was the first time Myra had entered Tarun's room. As soon as she stepped inside, she felt a heavy pressure. The room's color was very dull and gloomy, and soft music was playing in the background on a fantastic audio system. The curtains were completely closed, and the entire room seemed closed off. There was no shortage of alcohol in the room - a large liquor cabinet had a variety of hard drinks neatly arranged. Apart from Tarun, there was someone else in the room. He was Tarun's hypnotist. He appeared to be preparing for sleep. "Hey, so much for sleeping? He slept well last night, maybe he hadn't slept for the past three nights, so..." As soon as Myra entered, the hypnotist left the room. Under the soft light coming from above, Tarun went to the bar, sat down, and poured himself a glass of red wine. "Speak." Myra had already planned out her conversation, so she started talking straight to the point without wasting any time. "I want to talk about our relationship." "Our relationship?" The man raised an eyebrow, as if interested in the topic. Myra nodded and said in a serious tone, "Yes. Tarun, how do you see our relationship today?" Tarun: "You are mine." Myra: "..." Myra felt she couldn't continue this conversation anymore. Like she had asked before, "Why that girl, me?" and the answer was, "Because only you can." She never understood the meaning of his answers. Myra composed herself and said, "Tarun, I have never understood why you like me. You have everything anyone would want, and you can get any girl. Even if you like a fat or weird girl, there will be many girls who will adapt to your preferences. Whatever the reason was at the beginning, it can't be changed now. But can't we try to change our relationship? You always get angry that I try to run away, but no one can bear being confined, controlled, and bound every moment. The more you try to control me, the more I run away from you. They say that a forcibly broken fruit is never sweet. I'm sure you understand that!" The man sat silently until she finished speaking. His head was resting on one hand, and he was rotating the wine glass with the other. Then he said, "Who said I like sweet fruits?" Myra: "..." It was impossible to have a straightforward conversation with this person! Now Myra understood what Tarun meant. As long as she was his "property," nothing else mattered - not even the property's own desires. The conversation had reached a point where it didn't make sense to continue. Time was passing slowly... An unknown amount of time passed in silence until Myra suddenly stood up and moved towards Tarun. Tarun silently stared at her without saying anything, his face expressionless. Finally, Myra stopped in front of the man. Then, she suddenly leaned towards him and gently placed her lips on his cold lips. "You... are you sure?" The girl's innocent and soft voice hit his lips. He asked softly, "Don't you really like sweet fruits?"
As soon as Myra's soft lips touched Tarun's lips, her eyes narrowed. His gaze grew deeper, as if he wanted to pull her soul inside. This was the first time Myra had kissed him herself... It was such a sweet and beautiful feeling that Tarun's heart started beating strongly... "Is that all?" The man's voice was a bit heavy and rough, and there was a slight dangerous glint in it, it was clear that he was not satisfied. Myra coughed slightly, "This is just a trailer, I can't give you more than this because I'm not yet a sweet musk melon!" "Oh..." Tarun chuckled slightly. Myra moved a little away from his burning gaze and said, "Actually... I just want to be a normal girl, and I want to learn to love... I promise that now I won't try to run away. You also don't need to do what I don't want, and be angry and scary all the time, okay? That Rahul--at first, I was crazy about him, but now I understand. I think that with a powerful person like you, if we make a normal relationship, I will become a sweet musk melon with time! Myra kept talking, her tongue started to dry up, "Actually... sweet musk melons are very delicious, I think you should try it once. If you've never tasted it, how will you know if you like it or not?" She waited for his reaction. Tarun looked at the "little melon plant" who was trying to sell herself. He asked lightly, "What if that melon is rotten?" A slight smile appeared on Myra's lips. She wiped her sweat and said, "It won't happen, it won't happen at all! I will work hard and take care of myself! I will definitely become a beautiful sweet musk melon!" There was silence for a few moments, and when Myra had almost given up, Tarun finally agreed, "Okay." Myra was a little surprised for a while, then she was overjoyed, "You agreed? So can I go back to school now? Can I live in the hostel like other students? Can I do whatever I want...? So... I'm packing my stuff now! I'll move to the hostel tomorrow! But on Sunday, I'll come to see the vegetable garden!" As she said this, she quickly ran away, fearing that Tarun would change his mind. When Tarun saw Myra leave with so much joy, his face became gloomy, as if he regretted his decision. But when his fingers touched the gentle kiss on his lips, all the darkness in his eyes disappeared. "Myra, this is the last time I'm trusting you. And this is your last chance too. If you cheat me..." Back in the room: Myra quickly packed all her books and belongings. "It really worked, it feels like a dream!" Then her phone started ringing. The call was from Ragini. Myra raised her eyebrows and answered the phone, "Hello?" As soon as she picked up the phone, Ragini's anxious voice came, "Myra, I was calling you again and again, why didn't you pick up? Are you okay? Why didn't you go with Rahul? Do you know how much effort I had to put in to convince him?!" "Can't explain on the phone, I'll meet you at school tomorrow and talk about it!" "W-what? Did Tarun not lock you inside the house? Is he letting you go to school? " Ragini's tone changed. She was completely sure that when Myra tried to run away with Rahul, Tarun would not let her go so easily. Or maybe... perhaps Tarun didn't like Myra now... so he didn't want to keep her in 'Kapoor Bagh' anymore? Myra refused to say more, "Yes, I'll be staying in the hostel from tomorrow." Ragini asked nervously, "Is it possible that Tarun saw you and Rahul together and kicked you out of the house due to a misunderstanding?" Myra replied with a slight smile, "How did you know Tarun saw me and Rahul together? He wasn't even at home those days, you should know that?" "M-I was just guessing... anyway, I'll see you at school tomorrow, tell me all the details!"
"Fine," Myra said with a pout and cut the call.
In this life, she wanted to take equal revenge from Ragini, but doing so might hurt someone - her useless brother was still stuck in Ragini's trap. If she fought with Ragini now, her relationship with her brother would only worsen.
Therefore, she could only wait for the right moment.
In the master bedroom on the upper floor:
After Myra left, the psychologist entered the room again and began preparing for the treatment.
"Boss, can we start?"
Tarun seemed lost in thought, he probably didn't even hear what he said. He just raised his hand.
The psychologist played music, lit special incense, and started the psychological session...
Half an hour passed...
An hour passed...
Two hours passed...
The hypnosis failed.
He, Adi, who had cured countless complex cases and was appointed by the world's number one psychologist group, "Gods of Psychologist," as their top counselor and psychologist - now began to doubt himself.
Every time he treated Tarun, he felt like he was a fake doctor...
Ever since Myra entered Tarun's life, every time she moved away from him or went against him, his insomnia increased.
But hadn't Rajat said that now that girl had improved and had become more straightforward than before?
Just a while ago, when he saw Myra, he was shocked. Not only had her appearance changed, but her behavior was also different - the heaviness was no longer there.
Now that Myra had done nothing wrong, why did the hypnosis fail this time?
At this moment, Tarun was lying on the bed, with dark circles under his eyes. His forehead had prominent veins, and his face looked extremely serious - as if he was enduring some great pain.
It seemed like a scary monster was sitting inside him. Loss of control, anger, and dangerous behavior were now gnawing at his soul.
Tarun's condition worsened, and Adi's face turned even more serious. He asked worriedly, "Boss, did something trouble you today? What did Myra say to you at that time?"
Tarun's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils had an icy coldness.
Adi fell silent at his piercing gaze.
If Tarun shared his feelings with someone, perhaps his condition wouldn't have deteriorated so much.
His mental strength was very strong - he didn't let anyone peek into his inner world.
No psychologist, no matter how capable, could do anything if the patient didn't cooperate.
Adi's emotions were tangled as he thought about Myra.
There was no physical problem with Tarun's health - it was all mental, and perhaps Myra had some connection to it.
Otherwise, it was hard to understand why a man like Tarun, who kept his distance from women, was so crazy about such a common girl. And as he had seen, Myra controlled Tarun's mood very easily.
But now, he could get no answer from Tarun or Myra.
Myra's family was in the entertainment industry. Her other uncle was currently the head of the family and handled most of the group's business. But compared to the old and powerful Tarun's family, Myra's family was just an ordinary family.
Whether it was Myra or her family, they didn't match Tarun's family background - a family that was one of the oldest and most powerful in the country. Therefore, Tarun's special attitude towards Myra was indeed surprising.
The next morning:
Myra slept the whole night and woke up slowly.
Then she thought about what her makeup should be like today.
Although her previous terrible makeup had put her in quite a bit of trouble, it was also her shield—it had saved her from many difficulties. Without that makeup, she was afraid to go to school. After all, school was the age when boys and girls fell in love for the first time. If she showed her real face and some boy proposed to her, it would be a big mess for her.
For now, the most important thing was to keep Tarun happy. Because Tarun liked her look, she was willing to make some sacrifices to keep him happy.
The chance to live again was priceless, and although she longed to be herself, such compromises were necessary until she could strengthen herself.
After that, Myra did her usual flamboyant makeup and put on a shiny green wig.
When she came downstairs, Tarun was not in sight, but Raghav was there again.
He was talking to someone with enthusiasm, but as soon as he saw Myra, his coffee almost spilled out of his mouth—
"Wow! My eyes!!!”
Myra raised an eyebrow at him, as if to say, "What's so surprising about it?"
She looked around and found that apart from Raghav, Tarun's another close friend, Mahesh, was also there.
Mahesh's sparkling eyes stuck to Myra's hair. He was shocked, "Raghav Bhai, is this why you woke me up at 5 am and dragged me to Kapoor Garden? To show me a surprise? Yes, really a big surprise! Little Myra's style has become even more creative now!"
"No! No, yesterday she... yesterday she didn't do any makeup and looked very beautiful. I couldn't say anything..." Raghav explained.
Mahesh laughed uncontrollably, "Yes, yes, yes, I can see how beautiful she is. Don't worry, you will also find a girl with a similar style like Bhai did."
Raghav had nothing to say and just stared at Myra.
Myra raised her eyebrows, "What are you staring at? Makeup is the most basic way for girls to show respect to others, don't you know?"
Raghav's face twisted, "You show a lot of respect..."
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from upstairs—Tarun had gotten up.
He looked down and as soon as his eyes fell on Myra, there was no particular reaction on his face.
If anyone had the strongest mind, it was Tarun—he didn't even blink at such a moment.
Myra remembered that it was very important to keep Tarun happy and in her confidence so that he could trust her. Therefore, she went to him happily and said, "Tarun, tell me, how do I look today?"
Since Tarun liked a different taste, her look should have appealed to him.
Tarun looked at her with sparkling eyes and a smiling face. The anger and restlessness from last night because of her eased a bit, "Yes, you look fine."
Myra was overjoyed, meaning her plan had worked!
Raghav couldn't bear to watch all this.
Mahesh was a bit surprised seeing the chemistry between Myra and Tarun. He raised his eyebrows and thought deeply, his finger on his chin.
After a while, the servants served breakfast. All four people sat at the table and started eating.
Maira looked at Tarun sitting next to her, then at Raghav and Samar sitting in front of her.
She felt as if she had entered a fantasy world, sitting at the same table with such big people and eating.
After all, these three were going to be extremely rich and powerful people in the future.
There was no need to say anything about Tarun - he was going to manage the entire Kapoor family.
Raghav, although he seemed a bit straightforward for now, was actually born into an army and politics. His grandfather, General Raghavendra Singh, was one of the country's chip ministers. Seven years later, Raghav would be very cunning and ruthless in the world of politics.
But since Maira's family was associated with the entertainment industry, her eyes were on Samar, who was a rising star.
Perhaps Samar had seen Maira's secret glances and, tilting his head slightly, said with a blink of his intoxicating eyes, "Little Maira, do you want my autograph?"
Oh! Caught in one glance!
This boy was like a sly fox - he had stolen the hearts of half the girls in Rajnagar, and now mine too...
Autograph?! Oh yes, I want it!
Samar was going to be the first male actor from Rajnagar to win an Oscar in the future! His autograph would become very precious.
Even now, Samar had won many big awards and was the hottest star in the industry - every teenage girl was obsessed with him.
Even telephone booths with his pictures became selfie points for fangirls.
But seeing Tarun's possessiveness, Maira told herself,
"How can I dare to keep an autograph of another man? Do I have a death wish?"
When Samar saw that Maira was restraining herself from taking the autograph and kept looking at Tarun, he laughed and said,
"Little Maira is so cute!"
Maira: "..."
Oh, stop it, Samar!
If you don't stop teasing me, I'll leave your company!
Don't you see the clouds of anger rising on the forehead of that man sitting in front of you?
Raghav glared at Samar and said with a raised nose, "Samar Bhai, where have your standards gone? Flirting with a straightforward girl like Maira?"
Samar gently touched the petals of the roses in the vase and said,
"Every girl in the world is a flower; each one deserves love and respect."
His words touched Maira's heart.
Maira immediately glared at Raghav and said,
"Heard? Learn something, you single dog!"
Raghav was irritated, "Who are you calling a single dog? You yourself are a single dog!"
Maira tilted her head and looked at Tarun,
"Jaanu, Raghav is calling me a single dog! Does that mean he's wishing for our breakup?"
Tarun's mind felt like honey when he heard "Jaanu," but as soon as he heard the end of the sentence, he looked at Raghav with a cold gaze.
Raghav immediately panicked and said, shrinking,
"Brother... forgive me... I made a mistake, sorry... sorry..."
Maira, you're a fraud!
Samar looked at Tarun, who was staring at a girl with heavy makeup and a green wig sitting across from him.
"Brother, in a few days, your little girlfriend seems to have completely changed?"
Tarun kept looking at her.
Changed?
No... it's just that she's a bit more cunning now, and her escape strategy has changed.
When he saw Tarun's eyes deepen, Samar said with a mischievous smile,
"You know everything, but still, you forgive her every time... you weren't like this before!"
"I'm full! I'm going to school now!"
Maira finished her breakfast, picked up her bag, and bid Tarun goodbye.
But just as she was leaving, she suddenly turned back, ran towards Tarun, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips:
"Don't forget to miss me!"
With that, she left, leaving the three boys stunned and hopping around with fun.
Some time later, Tarun sat back in his chair comfortably and looked at his friends with a cold tone,
"Because I have now realized... that I like sweet melons more..."
Rajnagar High School:
A famous school in Rajnagar, known for its top-class education and the highest entrance rate.
Myra had studied abroad and returned at the age of 16. She neither took the entrance exam nor was she supposed to get admission in Rajnagar High School.
But her father, "Mukesh Bajaj" at the time, was the Acting Chairman of Rajnagar, and that's how Myra got admitted directly through the "back door."
She had been in high school for four years, from the age of 16 to 20... but she still hadn't graduated.
Initially, her studies suffered because she fell in love.
Her teenage heart throbbed for Rahul—a tall, smart, and utterly charming boy.
She would spend all day thinking of ways to please him, writing hundreds of love letters and even making a thousand origami cranes!
But all this clearly affected her grades—that boy ruined everything.
The golden light of the morning sun shone on her green wig.
Myra stood at the gate of Rajnagar High School, where "Raj Nagar High School" was written in large letters.
She made a promise to herself—
"This time... no one will stop me from studying!"
She entered the school—a school that felt both familiar and new.
Rows of old, tall trees lined both sides, and the fresh scent of grass filled the air.
Ahead were vintage buildings with red tiles in a straight line, and sweet music played from the speakers.
Students with bags slung over their shoulders were laughing and heading towards class...
For the first time in these many days after rebirth, Myra truly felt alive.
Looking up at the blue sky, tears even welled up in her eyes.
Now she didn't care about the whispers or surprised glances of the people around her.
Because compared to what she had endured in her previous life, these school gossips were nothing.
"Oh! Who is that! I was so shocked I almost crashed into a tree!" — said a boy, stepping away from the tree, flustered.
The girl standing next to him chirped, "Don't you know? That's Myra from F class!"
"Seriously! That's Myra? Wow... it's better to see something once than to hear about it a hundred times!"
Another girl wrinkled her nose and said, "Forget her makeup and weird dressing, her marks are completely ruined.
She's been failing for four years and still hasn't passed. And on top of that, her personal life is ridiculous—she's always skipping class.
I don't understand why a girl like that hasn't been expelled from school? She's a disgrace to the whole of Rajnagar!"
A student chimed in, "Maybe she hasn't been expelled because her background is very rich. I heard she got in through the back door."
The girl laughed, "Oh please! Ragini said that Myra's dad embezzled company money and was fired from his job.
Now they're drowning in debt, and Myra's days are numbered. I heard the school is going to ask her to drop out.
The top management is visiting the school today, and if they find out about this girl...
It will ruin the school's image!"
Everyone else said gleefully, "Good riddance! We'll finally be rid of this girl!"
Myra was keenly listening to the gossip around her, and while walking towards the F class door, she also overheard some things she wished she could forget.
As soon as she reached the door, an odd silence fell over the classroom, immediately followed by loud desk thumping and whistling.
Everyone was determined to spoil the atmosphere.
Simply put, she had become the clown for these students' boredom.
And Myra never disappointed them.
"Hahaha, wow! Myra, your hair is amazing!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, even better than that dazzling hairstyle the other day!"
The boys were making fun of her, while the girls were looking at her with hateful, resentful eyes.
"Why is it so noisy?! Everyone be quiet! Didn't you hear the bell?" Their teacher's angry voice came from the door.
"Myra, it's you again! You... have you ever looked in a mirror? Go to your seat quickly!" The class teacher saw Myra's green wig and became so angry that she felt like her lungs would burst—she was about to say something else but suddenly returned to her desk quietly, which in itself was a surprising thing.
"This girl is going to drop out of school soon anyway—no point wasting too much time on her."
Myra scanned the classroom. She didn't need to remember her place—she knew exactly where her seat was.
In every class, the seats were arranged according to ranking, and her ranking was always the lowest, meaning she sat in the last row of the class.
There, a boy was lying on the last bench by the window.
The boy's hair was messy and disheveled, he had earphones in his ears, and he was dozing off with his head on the desk. The soft sunlight was falling on his face, making him look like a model from a fashion magazine.
Rudra, the most handsome boy in the class, i.e., Rajnagar High School's charming devil.
He was an expert in smoking, fighting, and skipping class. Even though his grades in studies were bad, he had secured the title of the school's handsome hunk due to his looks and wealthy family.
As soon as he heard footsteps coming towards him, he opened his eyes irritably and said angrily, "Get lost!"
The rest of the class students, especially the girls, smiled at his actions.
The girls were just staring at that prince-like sleeping face, but this ugly girl came and spoiled the whole mood.
"What right does this hideous girl have to share a table with Rudra?!"
"But Rudra looks so, so, so hot even when he's angry!"
Before her rebirth, even though Myra wore heavy makeup on the outside, she was a very simple, self-deprecating, and withdrawn girl on the inside.
Earlier, when Rudra used to yell at her, Myra would quietly sit on the broken chair next to the trash can.
But this time, even after facing the boy's anger, Myra didn't falter. She gave a slight smile, looked at him, and sat down as if she hadn't heard anything.
The boy's face flushed with anger, "Want to die? Get out of here!"
Without any haste, Myra put her bag under the table, took out her books and pencil case, and looking directly into his eyes, said,
"My ranking is the lowest, and this is my seat. Who are you to remove me?"
Rudra: "..."
The whole class: "..."
Even the teacher's face turned dark.
Soon, surprised whispers echoed in the classroom.
"What! Is Myra crazy? How did she provoke Rudra?"
"It's obvious she's taking advantage of this opportunity to get closer to Rudra! Besides, this is a golden opportunity!"
"Ugh! Has she even looked at herself in the mirror? A low-class girl like her making a move on Rudra?"
The young class teacher's face turned black with anger, "Myra! You're going to be expelled from school anyway, and you're still making a scene here?! Do you think it's something to be proud of to be last in the class? How can I teach such a shameless student?!"
Hearing the teacher's words, all the girls in the class were overjoyed.
"Haha, I forgot that Myra is being expelled from school!"
"So the news was true!"
"Amazing! Now let's see how she struts around!"
Her class teacher had thought that she would be tolerated until the formal notice came, but now she had crossed the line and humiliated Myra in front of the whole class, "Go look at yourself in the mirror, you look like a ghost! Neither human, nor ghost! You're also zero in studies, always last in class—our F class's reputation has been ruined by filth like you! Useless people like you are dragging the whole class down and you don't even regret it! Now, get out of here right now!"
When the girls saw that Myra was going to be kicked out of class, they jumped for joy.
That ugly witch wanted to claim Rudra?
Now she got what she deserved!
"Get out of here!"
"Leave quickly!"
But in the face of all their hooting, Myra remained completely calm and, looking coldly at the stage, said, "Expelled from school? I don't understand who gave Miss Richa so much power?"
When Richa saw that Myra had challenged her authority, her face turned red and she roared, "You have been expelled with the consent of all the school leaders!"
Doubt was clearly visible on Myra's face.
Oh, the unanimous consent of the school leaders? I have broken some school rules, but they were all minor—like wearing makeup, not wearing a uniform, or skipping class. According to school rules, expulsion only happens for three major offenses.
In reality, she was only being expelled because Richa had deliberately defamed her in front of the school leaders.
Normally, a teacher wouldn't go to such lengths to target a student. But Myra was "very lucky" to have accidentally caught Richa red-handed with a married school leader.
And now, Richa wanted to get rid of that thorn at any cost.
The same thing had happened in her past life. She used to torture Myra every day, making fun of her in front of the whole class, and all the children were entertained by it.
"What are you looking at, get out of here!" Richa shouted and pointed outside, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Myra gave a cold laugh, "Oh, so now there's no notice of expulsion, I'm just out of school because Miss Richa said so? Are you the head of the school?"
Richa's face changed drastically, she slammed her fist on the desk and shouted, "Myra! What kind of impudence is this! Is this how you talk to your teacher? Is this what your parents taught you?!"
Then she looked at her with hatred and contempt, "But this was bound to happen--like parents, like daughter! Your father is a fraud and in debt, so what good can be expected from such a household?"
Richa blurted out Myra's family's private matters in front of the whole class, with dirty looks and laughter.
Immediately, whispers started all around and all the students started looking at her with hatred.
Myra stood there silently, with a completely calm face.
Only one person—Rudra—who was sitting closest, could see that on her face, the blankness had been replaced by a crack behind her ice-cold eyes—as if she was completely broken inside, and a terrifying coldness was now reflecting in her eyes.
The boy's eyebrows furrowed and suspicion flashed in his eyes—was it just his imagination?
