Healing hearts in the darkness | OhmNanon ff

Chapter-1

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The man ran desperately through the dark alleys, wounded and desperate, as the heavy rain poured relentlessly, with gunshots echoing in the background. The threatening criminals were closely following him, their intimidating voices cutting through the stormy evening.

"Let's go, get him," they shouted as they moved closer to him.
With adrenaline rushing in his blood, he noticed a sizable, aged pipe and quickly ran towards it. Without hesitation, he pushed through the tight gap and ended up inside, standing eye-to-eye with a boy who looked around ten years old.

Surprised by the abrupt entrance, the boy raised a flickering candle that cast a faint light in the small area.

The man, with heavy breathing, made eye contact with the boy, silently gesturing for him to remain silent. At that moment, he listened to the sound of the gangsters steps getting closer outside.

"Go in that direction, and you go in this direction," one of them yelled, the fear clear in his tone.
As the criminals approached, they extinguished the candle, surrounding themselves in darkness.

A watchman passing by noticed the pipe and approached cautiously. He shouted, "Who is inside?" The boy, prompt in his thinking, responded confidently, "There is nobody present."

The watchman hesitated, uncertain of the darkness that greeted him. "Come out," he demanded, a hint of fear in his voice.

The calm boy replied defiantly, "I won't, If you want, feel free to enter."
Grumbling quietly about the strange circumstances, the guard made the choice to depart, thinking the boy was too peculiar to interact with anymore.

By himself in the darkness with the wounded man, the boy lit the candle again, causing a gentle light to illuminate the man's bruised face. They made eye contact, exchanging a wordless understanding.

"Everyone is afraid of darkness, isn't it?" The little boy said this while keeping his candle down.

"They are more afraid of shadows in darkness than visibility." The man said that while taking a cigarette out and was about to light it up, he looked at the kid.

"I won't mind." He said the man sighed and threw the cigrate away.

"Why did you help me?" The man asked, leaning against the pipe.

"Because you trusted me." The boy said it with a smile. The man didn't say anything but was surprised by his words.

"What about your parents?" The man asked, and the boy shook his head.

"No."

"House?"

"This is my home," the boy said, looking at the pipe.

"You work under me?"The man asked, and the boy shook his head.

"I don't work under anyone. If you want, I'll work together with you." The boy said this, making him smile.

"What is your name?"

"Ohm Pawat."

"Ohm." The man repeated the name with a smile.

While the storm continued outside, the unusual pair found shelter in the small pipe, hiding from the threats in the harsh night. At that instant, a connection was established between the escapee and the brave boy who challenged the probabilities.

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20 years later

ANANTGIRI HILLS

In a poorly illuminated room filled with smoke from cigarettes, a cluster of gangsters assembled around a circular table.  All eyes turned towards the imposing figure that walked in—their Dada, the boss of all bosses.