Myra, a renowned fashion designer, was living her dream life in Milan, Italy. As the owner of Rosj, a high-end clothing brand, her days were always full—just how she liked them. Monday mornings were no exception. She started her routine early: a refreshing workout, a quick shower, then dressing up in sleek, signature style before heading to her studio.

At Rosj Headquarters

“Good morning, Myra,” said Rhea, her assistant, walking briskly beside her.

“Morning, Rhea. How’s everything going?” Myra replied, adjusting the files in her hand.

Rhea hesitated for a second. “Hmm… actually, we’re running into a bit of a problem. The fabric we ordered—that exquisite one—still hasn’t arrived. Production’s getting delayed.”

Myra stopped in her tracks. “You mean the fabric for the new couture line?”

Rhea nodded, nervous. “Yeah. That one.”

Myra’s tone shifted, calm but commanding. “I want everyone involved in that garment design in my office. Five minutes.”

Rhea quickly scurried off to gather the team.

Five Minutes Later – Myra’s Office

Myra stood at the head of the room, arms crossed. “Can someone explain exactly what the issue is?”

The team leader spoke up, throwing a glance toward a girl standing quietly in the back. “It was her. The newbie. She messed up the logistics. Honestly, I don't even know why she was hired.”

The girl’s voice trembled as she stepped forward. “I—I’m sorry, ma’am. There was a miscommunication between the fabric supplier and the transport team. But it’s been resolved.”

The team leader cut in sharply, “Resolved because I stepped in and fixed it. If I hadn’t—”

Myra raised her hand, silencing him.

“I appreciate that it’s handled now. Let’s focus forward. I expect all final designs on my desk by Friday—no exceptions.” Her eyes moved to the girl. “And one more thing. Don’t call me ‘ma’am.’ Here, everyone is treated equally. No ‘sirs’ or ‘madams.’ Just mutual respect. Understood?”

Everyone nodded and began filing out—except the team leader.

Still in Myra’s Office

Myra turned to him, her tone ice-cold.

“You don’t decide who gets hired. That’s my job. And I’ve seen her work—she’s talented. She just needs confidence, something that doesn’t grow under insults. Don’t ever question someone’s worth in my office again. Clear?”

The team leader swallowed hard. “Y-yes, Myra.”

Just then, Myra’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered.

On the Phone

“Have you considered the offer I made?” came the voice on the other end.

“Offer?” Myra scoffed. “That was more of a threat.”

“Call it what you want,” the voice said coolly. “But I meant what I said. Think carefully.”

Myra sighed. “Oh my matashree, please have mercy on your daughter.”

“There's no mercy needed!” her mother, Isabela, snapped. “For four years, I’ve waited for you to return to India. Do you even know how much I miss you? If you don’t come back soon, I swear I’ll stop taking my medications.”

Myra’s face softened, torn between guilt and exasperation. “Mumma, don’t do this. Work’s crazy right now. I will come, just… not this year.”

“Do as you wish,” her mom huffed—and hung up.

Myra stared at the phone, then flopped back in her chair. “Ufff… my mom. So dramatic.”

Character Snapshot

Name: Myra

Age: 25

Profession: Fashion Designer

Nationality: Indian

Personality: Bubbly, adventurous, a total foodie. She’s short-tempered and often speaks before thinking. Always smiling—but it’s often a mask.

Appearance: 5'3", curvy figure with chubby cheeks, round face, olive skin, black hair and eyes. Cute and sexy. Loves making people around her laugh, even when her heart is heavy.

As for our male lead... well, you'll meet him soon. 😉

Evening – In Milan

Myra’s phone rang just as she was packing up for the day. She glanced at the caller ID—it was her elder sister, Jade.

“Hello?”

“Myra…” Jade’s voice cracked. “Mom’s not well. She’s in the hospital.”

Time froze.

Myra’s heart dropped. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Then, in a breathless whisper:

“No... God, no. Not this time. Please... I want to meet her. You already took Dada from me. And I didn’t even get to say goodbye... I was late—”

FLASHBACK – Years Ago

Myra was still in high school when her father was diagnosed with cancer. The doctors said it was untreatable.

One day during class, a clerk entered her classroom. “The principal wants to see you.”

Confused and a little nervous, she followed. When she arrived, the principal’s eyes were wet. “Your dad’s condition… it’s worsening. Your neighbor is coming to take you to the hospital.”

The world spun.

On the back of her neighbor’s bike, she clung to her schoolbag, tears blurring her vision.

“Please, God. Just a few minutes. I need to tell him… about someone I love. He has to meet him. Please. I need to say goodbye.”

When they reached the hospital, she ran through the corridor—but stopped in her tracks. Her mother was walking out of the room, crying.

“He’s gone,” she said softly, brokenly. “Your Dada is no more.”

Myra let out a soundless scream and bolted toward the door. It was closed.

She banged her fists against it.

“Please! I want to see my Dada! Pleaaaaseeee!”

Back to Present – Milan

She didn’t wait a second longer. She drove straight to the airport where her private jet was waiting.

The Next Morning – India

As soon as she landed, Myra called Jade.

“Where’s Mom?”

“She’s at our old house,” Jade replied. “Come there.”

The old family home wasn’t a mansion—it was a humble, two-story building. But to Myra, it had always been filled with warmth. Her hands trembled as she stepped inside.

Jade was on the couch. She stood up immediately and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Finally… you came back.”

Myra’s voice cracked. “Where’s Mom?”

“She’s inside. She’s doing better now. Her blood pressure spiked because… she hadn’t been taking her medications for days.”

Myra’s eyes widened. Guilt slammed into her chest like a tidal wave.

She walked into the room quietly. Her mom, Isabela, was resting in bed—but the moment she saw Myra, her face lit up.

“Myra…”

Myra rushed to her side. She sat beside her, pulling her mother into a hug. Her voice shook.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Isabela gently caressed her daughter’s hair. “You’re here now. That’s all I need.”

“Stay for a while,” she whispered after a pause. “At least three months. Please.”

Myra looked into her mother’s eyes, tears forming again—but this time, softer.

“I’ll stay,” she said. “I promise.”

“Mom, take rest and don’t even think about skipping your medications,” Myra said, forcing a cheerful tone. “Now that I’m here, I won’t even let you lift a finger. Your ears will bleed soon—because I’m going to yap the whole day.”

She chuckled, hiding the ache in her chest.

Myra left her mom in Jade’s care and stepped out into the hallway.

Every step she took inside that old house tugged at memories buried deep. The walls whispered echoes of the past. The last time she had walked through this door was after her father’s death—and it had shattered her.

It was during her exams. Her dad had fallen seriously ill.

The last time he left the house, it was Myra who helped him wear his shoes.

She didn’t know that moment would be their final goodbye.

Myra had always been close to her dad. He was her best friend. Even though he worked abroad, during vacations he showered her with love.

She never had to ask for anything—he’d already brought it.

He’d always said with a smile,

> “Just show me the picture of the guy you love and want to marry. I’ll never go against your choice.”

She smiled faintly at the memory of their late-night karaoke sessions and the silly memes they used to share.

Her dad was a gentleman—soft-spoken, caring, and full of mischief. He had only scolded her once in her entire life. And even then, when she cried afterward, he apologized a thousand times—despite it being her fault.

Every memory hurt. But somehow, they made her feel warm too.

Because her dad hadn’t just been a great man.

He had been hers

Myra was lost in her thoughts, memories weaving through her mind like faded photographs.

She recalled how her dad used to hug her mom from behind while she cooked, sneaking kisses and whispering silly jokes into her ear. He was always teasing her, making her blush—but when it came to romance, he was a total expert.

She could still see them slow-dancing in the kitchen, his voice off-key but heartfelt as he sang “Tum Hi Ho”(you are the only one)—their favorite song.

He didn’t just love his daughters; he loved everyone in the family. He was admired by all, always smiling, always warm. A man who gave more than he received.

The memories stung, but they glowed too.

Just then—

“AUNTYYYYY!! You're finally back!”

Her thoughts shattered as her little nephew Jasver came running in, arms wide. He crashed straight into her embrace, and Myra knelt down to scoop him up.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

He looked just like Dada. Same eyes. Same goofy smile.

Even the way he pouted—exactly like him.

Jade entered from behind, voice half-annoyed and half-laughing.

“Jasver! Don’t go jumping on her like that—she just got here! Let her rest.”

But Myra didn’t mind. She hugged her nephew tighter, her heart lightening with every second.

Soon enough, the two of them were running around the house, playing and shouting, giggling like old friends.

And of course, they couldn’t resist annoying Jade too.

“You two are giving me a headache,” she groaned.

Just then, Jade’s husband, Jean, walked in.

“Well, well, well—finally, my very stylish sister-in-law is back!” he teased.

Myra grinned.

“Jiju! (brother in law)You and I are going to roam everywhere. I’m not going anywhere for the next three months, okay? That’s what Mumma promised me.”

The house, which had felt so heavy with silence, suddenly felt warm again.

Laughter echoed.

Hearts healed—just a little more.

The family was together again. And that was enough, for now.