HIS HEALER

CHAPTER 9✨

Orian himself was the one who pushed ojal out of her chair and made their way towards the small stage present. His one glance towards it was more than enough for the current singer to stop and get up from their place to make a seat for them. Ojal was hesitant to perform she looked at him sideways and shook her head but he glared at her resulting in her defeat and her making a crying face.

Orman was just looking their way he was craving for her voice but as usual could not say it loud. Any song in her voice was his favourite it was a bliss for his ears but unfortunately the bliss was no more in his lines as she stopped singing way before. Her each and every performance was only dedicated to him every single tune combined with every word was only and only for him. But his lack of reactions and responce made her defeated in that field to she thought her hardwork to pacify him through music was also not enough unknown to her that it was the only moment where he felt relieved and happy but due to his facade he restraint himself from giving any hunt of reactions.

Orian made her seat at the chair and took the guitar from the artist handed it to her, caressing her head he nodded with a hint of smile as encouraging her to continue but she shook her head in nervousness and fear. Nervous of holding the Mike after years and fear of the certain green eyed man again not appreciating her trials.
She gave orian a look of distress a broken look that says she can not do it anymore but orian just patted her head giving her and encouraging smile which says that one last try would not hurt much.

She took a deep breath and calmed her racing heart, she than glanced at Arman whose eyes were only on her but face was void of any expression. She held the guitar tight and giving it's string a move she started the magic of her voice...

You come into my chest whenever I breathe.
तू आता है सीने में जब-जब साँसें भरती हूँ

I pass through the streets of your heart every day
तेरे दिल की गलियों से मैं हर रोज़ गुज़रती हूँ

You move like the wind, I fly like sand
हवा के जैसे चलता है तू, मैं रेत जैसे उड़ती हूँ

Who will love you like I do?
कौन तुझे यूँ प्यार करेगा जैसे मैं करती हूँ?

Singing the main phrase her glossy orbs clashed with the green orbs which at this time has pain, remource, and longing in them. She was complaining to him through the song asking him why and what's and who's.

May the journey of my eyes stop at you only.
मेरी नज़र का सफ़र तुझ पे ही आ के रुके