The unholded love

In the enchanting realm of Fairyland, where the skies shimmered with hues of lavender and gold, lived Isha, the daughter of Queen Diyva. With cascading hair that sparkled like stardust and eyes that mirrored the serene depths of the ocean, Isha was not just known for her beauty but also for her kind heart and unwavering spirit.

Queen Diyva, one of the most trusted devotees of the gods, had raised Isha with tales of bravery, love, and the importance of harmony in their magical world. The fairies of Fairyland revered her, not only as a queen but as a guiding light, a protector of their realm. Isha often accompanied her mother on journeys to the Sacred Grove, where they would seek wisdom from the ancient spirits and offer their gratitude for the blessings bestowed upon their land.

But as Isha grew, whispers of a dark shadow creeping towards Fairyland began to circulate. The once vibrant flowers started to wilt, and the laughter of the fairies faded into an uneasy silence. Determined to protect her home and her mother, Isha set out on a quest to uncover the source of this darkness.

With the blessings of Queen Diyva, Isha embarked on her journey, armed with courage, compassion, and the magic that flowed through her veins. Along the way, she would encounter mystical creatures, forge unexpected alliances, and discover the true strength that lay within her heart.

As the daughter of Queen Diyva and the future queen of Fairyland, Isha was bound by duty and tradition to understand the lives of human beings. It was believed that only by experiencing their joys, sorrows, and struggles could she truly lead her people with wisdom and compassion. Thus, on a shimmering night when the stars aligned perfectly, Queen Diyva summoned Isha.

"My beloved daughter," she said, her voice both gentle and firm, "it is time for you to venture to the Earth. You will walk among humans, learn their ways, and return to us with knowledge that will strengthen our bond with them."

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Isha accepted her mother’s decree. She was bestowed with a magical pendant that would allow her to transform into a human for a year. With a heart full of hope and dreams, she stepped through the portal that bridged Fairyland and Earth.

However, Isha soon discovered that life among humans was far more complex than she had anticipated. Her initial excitement quickly turned into confusion as she navigated the bustling streets of a vibrant city, filled with noise, chaos, and emotions she had never encountered before. The warmth of friendship, the sting of betrayal, and the weight of loss were all foreign to her.

As Isha wandered through the bustling streets, her senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the human world, she suddenly felt a rough grip around her wrist. Before she could react, a large hand dragged her into a dimly lit alley. Panic surged through her, and she instinctively opened her mouth to scream, but the man who had pulled her in hushed her urgently.

“Please, don’t make a sound,” he whispered, his voice strained and laced with pain. It was then that Isha noticed the warm, sticky substance on her hand—blood. Her heart raced as she looked at the man, who was leaning against the wall, his face pale and his breathing shallow.

She quickly scanned the alley and spotted two men approaching, their silhouettes menacing against the backdrop of the setting sun. One of them held a gun, and Isha's instincts kicked in. She realized that the man beside her was in grave danger, and if the attackers found him, he wouldn’t survive.

In a moment of sheer desperation, the injured man pressed his lips against hers in a hurried, almost instinctual kiss, as if to shield himself from the approaching danger. Isha froze, her mind racing. The kiss was unexpected, and she felt a strange mixture of fear and urgency. She didn’t know this man, yet she could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

“Just play along,” he murmured against her lips, his voice barely audible. “If they see us...”

Isha’s heart pounded in her chest, but she understood the gravity of the moment. She could sense the danger looming closer, and she had to act. As the two men drew nearer, she instinctively wrapped her arms around the man, trying to provide him with some semblance of support.

“Stay calm,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. She could feel the warmth of his blood seeping onto her skin, and it fueled her determination to protect him.

The two men stopped at the entrance of the alley, their eyes scanning the shadows. “Did you see him?” one of them growled, frustration evident in his tone. “He couldn’t have gone far!”

Isha’s mind raced as she tried to think of a way to divert their attention. She leaned closer to the injured man, whispering, “What should I do?”

“Just keep pretending,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. “If they think we’re... together, they might leave us alone.”

With that, Isha took a deep breath and pressed her lips against his again, this time more deliberately, trying to convey a sense of urgency and protection. The men outside the alley watched, their expressions unreadable.

“Come on, let’s go,” one of them muttered, clearly frustrated. They turned away, leaving the alley behind.

As the sound of their footsteps faded, Isha pulled away, her heart racing. She looked down at the man, who was starting to lose consciousness. “You need help,” she said urgently, her voice trembling.

“I’ll be fine,” he replied, though his eyes were beginning to flutter. “Just... get me out of here.”

In that moment, Isha realized that her journey on Earth had taken a dark turn, and she was now entangled in a dangerous situation that would test her courage and resourcefulness in ways she never anticipated.

Isha’s heart raced as she carefully helped the injured man to his feet, supporting his weight as they made their way out of the alley. The urgency of the situation propelled her forward, and she focused on getting him to safety. As they reached the hospital, she felt a mix of adrenaline and confusion swirling within her.

Inside the hospital, the bright lights and the sterile smell overwhelmed her senses. Isha approached the reception desk, her voice steady despite the chaos in her mind. “I need help for my friend,” she said, her eyes darting to the man who was now leaning heavily against her. “He’s hurt.”

The nurse at the desk quickly summoned a team, and Isha watched as they rushed to assist. The moment the medical staff took over, she stepped back, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just transpired. The kiss, the blood, the danger—it all felt surreal.

As the doctors wheeled him away, Isha found a quiet corner in the waiting area, her heart still pounding. She leaned against the wall, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions flooding her mind. Who was he? Why had he been attacked? And what had she just gotten herself into?

Despite the chaos, Isha reminded herself of her true purpose for being on Earth. She was here to learn about humanity, to understand their struggles and joys, and to strengthen the bond between her people and humans. She couldn’t afford to get lost in the whirlwind of emotions surrounding the injured man, no matter how compelling he was.

Taking a deep breath, Isha closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself. She had to focus. This was just one encounter, albeit a dramatic one, and she needed to stay true to her mission. She had a year to learn, to grow, and to make a difference.

Just then, a voice broke her concentration. “Excuse me, miss?” A nurse approached her, concern etched on her face. “Are you with the patient who came in? We need to ask you some questions.”

Isha nodded, standing up straight. “Yes, I’m his friend. Is he going to be okay?”

The nurse offered a reassuring smile. “He’s stable for now, but we need to know more about what happened. Can you tell us how he got injured?”

Isha hesitated for a moment, the weight of the truth pressing down on her. “Um, we were... out together, and he got hurt in a... accident. I found him and brought him here.”

The nurse nodded, jotting down notes. “Thank you. We’ll do our best to take care of him. You can wait here while we assess his condition.”

As the nurse walked away, Isha felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She was lying, albeit to protect him. But she knew that if she revealed the truth, it could lead to more danger for both of them.

Sitting back down, she allowed herself a moment to breathe. Images of the man flooded her mind again—the way he had pulled her into the alley, the desperation in his eyes, the warmth of his lips against hers. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. This was not the time for distractions.

Isha took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of her mission and the unexpected turn of events. She knew that the longer she stayed at the hospital, the more entangled she would become in the injured man's life. As much as she felt a connection to him, she couldn't afford to lose sight of her true purpose on Earth. Isha's mission is to protect the Heartstone, a powerful gem hidden on Earth, from dark demons disguised as humans who seek to harness its magic for their malevolent purposes.

Determined to stay focused, Isha pulled out a small notepad from her bag and began to write a note. She wanted to leave something for the man, a way to explain her departure while also conveying her concern for him.

Dear Friend,

I hope you recover quickly. I had to leave to ensure your safety and mine. The world can be dangerous, and I cannot risk being found out. Please know that I will be thinking of you and wishing you well.

Take care,

Isha

Once she finished writing, she folded the note carefully and tucked it into a small envelope she found in her bag. She needed to find a place to leave it where he would see it once he regained consciousness.

As she glanced around the waiting area, her eyes landed on a small table next to the reception desk. It was a perfect spot where the staff would likely place personal items for patients. With a sense of urgency, she stood up and walked over, her heart racing.

Just as she was about to place the note on the table, she heard a commotion coming from the entrance of the hospital. Her instincts kicked in, and she quickly ducked behind a nearby potted plant, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the morning sun streamed through the hospital windows, Arav slowly opened his eyes. His body ached, and the dull throb of his injuries reminded him of the previous night's chaos. Glancing around the sterile hospital room, his sharp instincts kicked in. He was alive—but he was alone.

He sat up with some effort, his hand brushing against the bandages on his torso. His mind immediately went to the woman who had saved him. Who was she? Her presence was unlike anyone he had ever encountered, almost ethereal. But now, she was gone.