PART 1: The Forgotten Bonds
In a world where nations like India were reduced to myths and legends, the age of Ara was but a shadow of its former glory. Aras — spirit partners, once considered sacred allies to each human — had now been degraded to mere tools for games and entertainment. Only a few remembered their true worth, and even fewer knew how to truly bond with them.
In the crowded city of Kyronis, nestled in the heart of what was once Asia, a girl named Kiya walked unnoticed. No friends, no laughter, only silence trailed behind her steps. People ignored her, but secretly admired her. They followed her in secret groups online, watched her from afar — calling her Shadow Angel. But Kiya herself had no idea.
At school, her presence was like mist — always there but often ignored. She was honest to a fault; a girl who never broke a promise, no matter the cost. A rare purity in a fractured world.
But there was one person who knew everything about her — Kian, better known to the underground world as Dark Knight. Just two months older than her, Kian and Kiya shared a secret language no one else could understand. Their bond had started when they were just six.
They weren’t just friends. They were each other’s truth.
PART 2: The Code Language
Their bond wasn't ordinary. It was forged in trust, silence, and secret games. As children, they’d crafted a language — one that only the two of them knew. Strange words, twisted meanings, emotional pulses hidden in sounds. It was their sanctuary. And they had a reason: this code kept their secrets safe from a world too nosy and too cruel.
One day, Kiya went to watch the Inter-City Ara Games. Kian was playing. She tried to get close, but his friends mocked her. She stood quietly, until one of them made her promise to say a phrase:
"Hoshi mai. Hep to helipa."
She spoke it, not knowing they were recording her. The phrase held no meaning to others, but to the Shadow Knights — Kian’s secret group — it was a code. A heartbeat from the past.
When Kian heard the recording, something inside him shifted. Known for never reacting, for never smiling — he froze, then laughed softly. A sound his team had never heard.
“She’s here,” he said. “Shadow Angel.”
Kian called her, smiling, “Shadow oka so voena.”
PART 3: Enemies in Disguise
Not far from Kian’s team stood a rival — one of the strongest players from another team. He overheard the code and froze. He didn’t know what it meant, but he recognized the weight behind it.
In Hindi, he asked, “kya tum dark knight Ho?”
Kain movies his neck in yes
The rival’s eyes narrowed. “Was that... court code?”
“No,” Kian said flatly. “That’s Shadow Knights.”
The boy stepped back. Court language was used by political or legal groups in ancient India — long forgotten. But this... this was something else. A secret clan, a bonded brotherhood. A legacy of what in India in present a group stood for: unity, mystery, power.
He looked at Kian and then at kiya.
“So... you two... you’re the real Shadow Angel and Dark Knight?”
Silence.
His teammate whispered, “They’re not just a pair... they’re a prophecy.”
One person,"tumhari body maintains hai but tum wo nhi ho sakte"
kian,"yah to match mein pata chal jaega. agar main chahun to."
And so, the games were no longer about winning. They were about remembering. And reviving what the world had forgotten.
Part 4 — The Silent Proposal
The stadium roared, but the roar couldn't drown the quiet storm brewing in a few hearts.
One of the Shadow Knights leaned toward their leader and asked, “That code… the one you whispered on the call before the match — what did it mean? ‘Shadow oka so voena’? That wasn’t a battle signal.”
Kain’s gaze stayed fixed ahead, his voice low. “It was a proposal. I asked her to marry me.”
The teammate almost dropped his comm-device. “Wait… YOU? Seriously? You proposed? But... when?”
“Five years ago.”
“Five YEARS? Man, girls line up just to talk to you. And you waited for her reply. No offence but she is ugly?”
“She’s not,” he replied calmly. “Pure. Beautiful — more than I can explain. Maybe even more than I understand.”
Without saying more, he turned and walked toward the player seating area.
Up in the audience, a girl sat alone — serene and glowing with quiet energy. Shadow Angel.
As Kain passed by, she lifted her eyes. “Sari,” she said, her voice calm, eyes unreadable.
He stopped. Confused. “ whose marriage is fixed?”
She gave a soft smile. “Omi sai moy main .”
Then, in their secret code — words only Shadow Knights could understand — she said a phrase.
He froze.
The message? "My marriage is fixed."
His breath caught. He turned toward her. “With… who?”
“I made a promise,” she said softly. “My future grandfather in law. I helped him once. He asked, ‘Will you marry my grandson?’ I said, ‘If he accepts me, I will. If not, I’ll never marry anyone else.’ From that moment, I accepted him in my heart. I never looked back. he is also here to play. I will see him first time in my life”
Kain's chest tightened. The world seemed to blur around him, voices distant. For a moment, even time stood still.
His teammate who had been listening on the line whispered, “Bro… she’s loyal to a fault.”
He cleared his throat and asked — just once — “Can I… see the real you? Just once? Not your makeup, not your mask — just enough to know… are you slim, healthy… something. Not for fantasy, just reality.”
She was quiet… then said warmly, “That right belongs only to my husband. And you know that.”
“But still…” he began, then stopped.
She smiled. “I didn’t say I won’t show anything.”
When she touched her arm there was a secret zip. When she opened it a slim arm showed with gloves in hands and sleeves covered with clothes. Just this one proved that she is not overweight of 200 kg, but she could be only 45 kg weighted. She removed lenses and makeup from eyes.
Even Zane whispered under his breath, “So beautiful. She… she is not human.”
Kain smiled finally, bitter yet proud. “No. She’s my shadow. My angel.”
kain’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Kiya…”
That was the first time he spoke her real name aloud in these years.
And she simply looked at him and said, “Kain…” and smiled "my soul friend. Please attend my marriage."
That was the first time she called his real name.
Everyone who had heard the call sat stunned, speechless. No one had expected that moment — the reunion not of two lovers, but of two soul friends who had once bonded strongly. where one loved other but other things him as a sole friend.
Part 5: Whispers of the Unspoken Bond
In the grand stadium, the crowd buzzed with electric energy, unaware of the storm of emotions about to unfold in the shadows of the stands.
Kiya looked at Kain with a calm smile and asked, “Would you like to meet my future grandfather-in-law? He’s here today.”
Without hesitation, Kain nodded. “Of course.”
Together, they walked through the narrow lanes of the stadium’s lower seating area, the roar of the games fading behind them as they approached a corner reserved for respected elders and special guests. There sat an old man — graceful in age, wise in silence, and glowing with a soft dignity that made heads turn, even if no one quite knew why.
As Kiya walked up to him, she greeted with a radiant smile, her voice tender, “Heart pure. How are you?”
The old man turned, his eyes softening at the sight of her, and smiled back. “Even better now.”
Kain stood quietly behind her, but the moment the elder’s gaze met his — everything stilled.
Their eyes locked.
And then… the truth broke through the silence.
Kain’s heartbeat stumbled.
This man — this old, gentle soul — wasn’t just anyone. He was his grandfather.
The very same grandfather who, years ago, had asked Kain to marry a girl who had once helped him, who had saved him with nothing but her kindness. Back then, Kain had refused.
He’d told his grandfather, “If the girl I love accepts me, I won’t marry this one. But if she doesn’t, I’ll think about it.”
His grandfather had respected that.
But Kain had never known who the girl was. Until now.
It was her.
Kiya.
The girl who had waited. Who had honored a promise. Who had silently accepted the proposal of a man she had never seen, simply because of her unshakeable integrity.
Kain’s chest ached with a whirlwind of emotions — disbelief, regret, awe. And guilt.
Yet, he didn’t say a word.
And strangely, neither did his grandfather.
They both kept silent.
Because Kiya didn’t know.
She didn’t know that the man she had led Kain to… was Kain’s own grandfather. She didn’t know that the one who had rejected the proposal — was Kain himself.
She stood beside them both, innocent and unaware, like a bridge between generations that hadn’t realized it was connecting two ends of the same soul.
The people nearby watched curiously, sensing something sacred in the interaction. But they couldn’t decipher what was being said or what history breathed beneath the silence.
Meanwhile, Kain’s thoughts swirled.
In this one moment, everything made sense.
Why he felt drawn to her beyond logic.
Why he had always waited.
Why her promise felt deeper than any bond he had ever known.
But he couldn’t reveal the truth — not now. Because Kiya had already made her choice. And it wasn’t him.
It was his grandfather’s grandson — unknowingly, still him — but from a version of the past where he had turned his back on destiny.
As they sat beside the old man, his grandfather offered a gentle nod of understanding to Kain. A look that said: “I know. You know. But she doesn’t. Let her heart stay pure.”
The stadium cheered in the distance. A victory in the Ara Games, perhaps. But none of that mattered here.
Here, between three people and a universe of unsaid truths, was a reunion that defied time.
Kiya, still smiling, looked at the old man. “Thank you for believing in me. Your words meant more than you’ll ever know.”
The old man patted her hand. “I knew you were the one the moment I saw your eyes.”
Kain turned away, hiding the tremble in his breath.
The old man had once chosen her.
And maybe… so should he have.
But now?
Now, all that remained was a whispered bond — a love that never bloomed, a friendship that survived everything, and a fate that bent gently into silence.
“Whispers of the Unspoken Bond” wasn’t just the story of two soul friends or a hidden proposal. It was the echo of choices made in youth, the depth of promises never broken, and the strange, quiet ways the universe stitched hearts together — even if only to teach them what love, loyalty, and timing truly mean.
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