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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.