HIS HEALER

CHAPTER 10✨

Love, we all know that this word holds immense significance for some, akin to the vast sky beautiful, free, an extraordinary feeling to gaze upon, yet seemingly out of reach. Love resembles a beautiful flower, offering comfort, happiness, and warmth. But alongside its beauty, there come thorns, sharp, painful reminders that admiration alone is insufficient. We must also navigate caution and sensitivity, much like avoiding the thorns and allergies associated with fragrant blooms.

Ojal, like the moon shining in the darkest phases, caught Orman’s attention. Orman, akin to a chukar bird, observed Ojal from a distance, harboring deep admiration. However, his insecurities and fears acted as barriers, preventing him from fully embracing Rae, the most important person in his life.

During a song session, they delved into each other’s raw emotions. Yet, Ojal’s hesitation remained unmistakable, and the plea in his eyes for her to move on inflicted its own kind of pain.

As they left the mall, neither exchanged glances due to obvious reasons. They followed separate paths, returning to their rooms, where they grappled with their feelings. Despite their families being aware of their situation, circumstances prevented them from offering comfort.

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Orman, the Silver-Haired Monster was in his room silently prying on the events....Orman.....

Orman was more than a man—he was a legend whispered in the darkest alleys. His silver hair, like moonlight caught in a storm, earned him the moniker: the Silver-Haired Monster. As the mafia’s hidden assassin and  soul's chief guardian, he moved through shadows, a silent force that left chaos in his wake.

His abilities were otherworldly. He could disarm a dozen armed men before they blinked an intricate dance of muscle memory and intuition. His eyes held secrets the kind that made hardened criminals shiver. Ojal saw past the monster, touched his scars with tenderness.

Death threats arrived like clockwork. Anonymous notes slid under his door, each promising a violent end. Orman would read them, his heart a clenched fist. But it wasn’t his own life that haunted him it was Ojal’s. The woman who saw past the monster, who touched his scars with tenderness.

He’d watch her from afar, the weight of his dual existence crushing him. How could he protect her when danger clung to his skin? The thorns of insecurity dug deep. He’d trace the outline of his gun, its cold metal a reminder of his choices. Love was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

And so, Orman remained distant, a chukar bird perched on a rooftop, gazing at the moon. Ojal sensed itthe shared hesitation. But Orman’s fear was primal.

In the quiet hours, he’d imagine a different path, a life away from the mafia,army, Soul, where love bloomed without fear. But the silver-haired monster had no escape. His heart was a locked vault, and Ojal held the key. Could she love a man who wore darkness like a second skin.

Ojal was here in her room gazing at the moon with glossy eyes she was thinking about all those vary moments where she unknowingly used to get some time in his presence. Ojal.....ojal...,

Ojal’s heart was a fragile thing, caught in the crossfire of love and impossibility. For years, she had watched Orman the enigma with silver hair and green eyes that held galaxies. His aura was a fortress, impenetrable, yet she’d glimpsed vulnerability in the cracks.

Their separation were like parallel universes. Ojal’s walls echoed with memories of the day when the way Orman’s gaze lingered, the brush of his fingers against hers. She’d whispered his name into the night, hoping the wind would carry it to him. But he remained distant, a moon she could never touch.

And now, he asked her to move on. His voice, devoid of emotion, cut through her like a blade. Why? Wasn’t love supposed to bridge gaps,?  Ojal’s tears fell silently. She’d built a shrine to their moments the stolen glances, the unspoken promises. How could she abandon it?

Orman’s reasons were veiled—death threats, danger. But Ojal saw beyond the words. He feared losing her, yes, but he also feared losing himself. Love was a luxury he couldn’t afford, not when his life hung by a thread. And so, he pushed her away, a sacrifice for their fragile safety.

Ojal’s heart shattered. She’d loved a phantom, a man who slipped through her fingers like smoke. Yet, she understood. To cling to him was to court destruction. Still, the ache remained the moon’s pull, the bird’s longing. How could she move on when her soul was etched with his name?

She’d pack her memori  the way he’d whispered doctor madam whenever wants to take her name. Ojal would step into the daylight, where love was mundane, where people didn’t carry secrets like hidden blades. But her heart would forever orbit the silver-haired monster, hoping for a collision.

And so, Ojal would learn to breathe without him, to find solace in the ordinary. But every night, she’d look up at the moon, wondering if Orman gazed at it too. Perhaps their love was a constellation a pattern only they would get, despite having the ache she decided to give his silent plea the satisfaction of her going far from him.

She wasn't ready to leave him but sure was ready to take him to realise that what he is losing in the fear of something which all know is not possible so soon taking him away from the world many wished for before the decades too but remained unsuccessful and the one wishing for the same now will meet with the same faith. And now she knew what she has to do therefore giving rise to the cunning version of ojal. The version has bad fears.

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