The restaurant hummed with low chatter and the soft clinking of glasses. Across the table, a blind man sat opposite a strikingly beautiful woman, his plate empty from a satisfying meal.

"Here, darling," she said with a gentle smile, sliding a pen into his hand. "Just sign at the bottom."

He paused, fingertips brushing over the edge of the paper. "What exactly am I signing?".

"It’s for... your surgery. I want to help you see again. It breaks my heart to see you like this," she murmured, her smile forced.

His hand froze, the pen held tight in his grip. "Liar."

Her eyes widened, feigning innocence. "Zaiden, what are you talking about?"

Zaiden turned his head in her direction, his face hardening with a fierce intensity. "I know what you’re up to. This isn’t about helping me—it’s something much darker."

She stiffened, her gaze narrowing. "How dare you accuse me! After a year together, you think I’d betray you?".

"Oh, I know," he replied coldly, his voice laced with a deadly edge. "I can smell it on you. You were with someone this morning— and have sex with him, four times, no less. And by the scent lingering on you, you are pregnant also!!!. I also know that document isn’t for any surgery. You are trying to deceive me."

Her face turned pale as his words struck home, her mouth opening in shock. "Zaiden, you must be mistaken. You are the only one in my life."

"Don’t bother lying," he cut her off, his tone razor-sharp. "Your scent betrays you. And by the rhythm of your heart, I know there’s more. Tell me the truth—what is this document really about before I shout and call the authority".

Kate's expression hardened, the mask slipping. "Fine. You are just a blind fool, after all," she sneered. "That document is for organ donation consent, We are going to sell your organs, piece by piece."

Meet Zaiden. When he was only five years old, he lost his parents in a brutal attack that destroyed his family empire. Desperate for revenge, he journeyed to the highest mountains, training relentlessly in magic and martial arts.

Overwhelmed with revenge, he pushed himself so hard that he lost his sight.

His family turned their backs on him after the tragedy, casting him out to survive on the streets alone. From a young boy, he became the "Street Legend," a beggar known throughout the city. Despite his hardships, he continued to hone his skills and search for a cure for his blindness.

Now, at twenty-three, Zaiden has uncovered the secret to restoring his sight—a rare, magical tear shed by true love. For years, he sought someone who might genuinely love him, enduring scorn, abuse, and even beatings.

A year ago, he met Kate, who claimed to love him, though she treated him coldly and refused his affection.

Yet he persisted, hoping she would be the one to break his curse. But he really hoped wrong; she wasn’t with him for love, but for something far more sinister.

Now, face-to-face with her deception, Zaiden’s fury surged. "Tell me, Lydia. you are really going to sell my organ!?".

Kate sneered, her facade completely gone. "You are just a blind man. What does it matter? You don't even worth the price of your organs."

Zaiden's voice dropped, "When... when did you start planning this, Lydia?".

She smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned back. "From the very first day I met you," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think you are special? I saw you, a blind fool with nothing to lose, and I knew you would be easy to manipulate."

He swallowed hard, his face contorting in anguish. "So... I was just a target? Nothing more?"

Kate laughed coldly. "Oh, Zaiden. You are not even the first. I’ve done this before, with others who were just as desperate as you.".

Zaiden's fingers trembled, gripping the edge of the table as if to steady himself. "I thought… I thought you cared. I would have done anything for you."

"And that’s exactly why I chose you," she sneered. "Blind, naive, desperate. You really believed someone could love you in your condition?" She leaned in, her tone mocking. "How pitiful. You are nothing, Zaiden. Nothing but a blind beggar, clinging to fantasies. No one would never love you for your ailment".

He clenched his fists, his face a mix of anger and heartbreak. "How can you be so heartless?"

She shrugged, and added, "We are still coming for you, we will kidnapped you and steal your organs, forcefully, bastard blind man!", she sneered at him and stormed out.

Zaiden felt like crying, his blindness was really holding him down. As he picked up his staff and stood up, the waitress came to him.

"$10,000... that your bill", She said.

"What!", he shreiked in surprise.

Zaiden’s face fell as the waitress tapped her foot impatiently.

“But I only had a $500 meal,” he protested, his voice strained.

She crossed her arms, smirking. “Your ‘wife’—the lady who just left—ordered a lot more, packed it to go. The total is $10,000, and you’re responsible for the bill.”

Zaiden shook his head, the frustration evident in his tone. “I don’t have that kind of money. She left me in the dark—i don't know about it".

"I don't care, you came together, so you will pay!".

People around him started murmuring, some laughing. “What kind of man gets tricked by his own woman?” one man sneered.

“Blind beggar can’t even pay for his own meal,” another mocked.

"who even allow this man to come in here, I feel like throwing up!".

The waitress rolled her eyes. “Look, I don’t care about your sob story. Pay up, or I will call security and you will work here for five months to cover the bill”.

Zaiden clenched his jaw, feeling the heat of humiliation rising within him. He was stranded and has no money with him. he felt helpless.

Just then, a calm yet firm voice interrupted, slicing through the mocking laughter around Zaiden.

“What right do any of you have to mock him?” she asked, her tone unwavering.

The crowd turned, only to see a woman with dark glasses and a white cane standing tall. she was blind also.

A ripple of laughter spread.

“Look at this—another blind one,” someone muttered, followed by snickers.

"She must have felt bad, one of his blind family can't pay for his bill!".

The receptionist rudely said, "ma'am, except you pay for your fellow blind man bill, stay out of this!".

Undeterred, she walked up to the counter, pulling out her wallet. She calmly handed over her card, paying the entire $10,000 bill without a word.

A hush fell over the room. People gaped in surprise as the transaction went through, their taunts suddenly muted by the unexpected show of wealth.

Then the blind woman faced the receptionist, "Also, I will come back for you for what you just did!".

The receptionist was lost.

At that moment, a man in a sharp suit entered, approaching her with a respectful bow. “Ma’am, you are being called to the meeting.”

She nodded and turned to leave, but Zaiden, recovering from his shock, reached out. “Wait—thank you. I don’t know how to repay you, but… I would like to know your name.”

The woman turned slightly, a soft, enigmatic smile gracing her lips. “It’s not necessary, I am a blind woman just like you, talking to each other will just be curse” she replied. With that, she walked away, her figure fading into the crowd, leaving Zaiden standing there.

Zaiden felt bad and also impressed by how she intervened.

"Hey, isn't that... Ms. Cynthia from the Randall family?" one woman whispered, glancing over her shoulder. "You know, the one who went blind a while back?"

The other woman leaned in, her voice low. "Oh, I heard about her. Such a tragedy! She was stunning—had a fiancé and everything. Then, boom, her whole life just… fell apart.”

The first woman nodded, her eyes wide with sympathy. “Yeah, her fiancé ran off as soon as she lost her sight. Can you believe it? And now no one wants to marry her.”

“She was living such an inspiring life before that,” the second woman sighed. "The Randalls are desperate now. They even put out this wild offer—they will marry her to anyone who can heal her blindness, and they will pay heavily for it too. But no one’s been able to do it yet."

The two women shook their heads, casting one last look in Cynthia’s direction. “Poor thing. Who would have thought someone like her could end up like this?”.

Zaiden listened intently to the conversation, his pulse quickening as each word sank in.

Ms. Cynthia… from the Randall family? The woman who had just paid his bill—the one who had stepped in when he was at his lowest—was the very same person these women were gossiping about. And from the sound of it, her life had taken a tragic turn, all because of her blindness.

He felt a surge of excitement. Cynthia seemed kind-hearted; she had defended him without hesitation. Maybe she was the one he’d been waiting for, the one who might help him break his curse. And if anyone could restore her sight, it was him.

Zaiden clenched his fists, a sense of determination burning within him. He was trained in Eastern medicine from the time he was four years old, long before his family tragedy. He’d never stopped studying, even after losing his own sight. If Cynthia’s blindness was a natural condition, he was confident he could treat it.

He made up his mind. He would find Ms. Cynthia, offer her his help, and, in turn, maybe finally find the one person who could lift the curse from his life.

Zaiden stood at the entrance of Paradise Villa, his clothes worn and face weary because it was very stressful getting here, but he held himself with confidence, masking his blindness. He wore black glass and didn't bring his stick.

He knocked and stood up straight, and the guard stepped out, sizing him up with a disdainful look at his dirty clothes. “What do you want here?” the guard sneered.

“I am here to treat Ms. Cynthia,” Zaiden replied calmly.

The guard scoffed. “Do you have an appointment?”.

“No. I heard it’s an open offer, available to anyone qualified. I want to help”

The guard laughed, crossing his arms. “Look at you—barely dressed for a village fair, and you think you can just waltz in here? Do you even know where you are? people like you can't be here”.

Zaiden kept his tone steady. “I’m here to help. Just inform her that someone’s here who might be able to cure her blindness.”

“Oh, really?” The guard’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “So you think you, of all people, can do what the best doctors couldn’t?. you look even young and haggard, I guess you are here beg. look, This place isn’t for beggars who want a quick buck. Take a look at yourself, fool!”

Zaiden clenched his fists, keeping his composure. “I’m not here for money. I am here to help, I can treat her Within thirty minutes.”

The guard rolled his eyes. “Sure, you are. Now, get out of here before I call someone to throw you out. you have no business near Paradise Villa.”

Ignoring the insults, Zaiden pressed on, his voice resolute. “Then let me talk to someone who can decide that, not you.”

The guard scoffed louder, shaking his head. “Dream on. No one’s going to waste their time on a pathetic, nobody like you.”

Just then, as the guard continued his grumbling, Zaiden turned toward him with a calm expression. "You have been struggling with constipation and difficulty urinating, haven’t you?” he said.

The guard froze, eyes wide in shock. “What... how did you know?”.

Zaiden continued, his tone unhurried. “You are also having trouble digesting your food, and I can tell you haven’t been sleeping well at night. There is a faint odor too—a sourness that comes from frequent vomiting. I would say you have something called intestinal heat syndrome.”

The guard stared at him, speechless.

Zaiden nodded. “It’s common for those who don’t eat a balanced diet and have irregular routines. If left untreated, it can worsen, affecting your organs. A simple herbal mixture of dandelion root, barley, and licorice root should relieve the symptoms. Also, drink warm water with lemon each morning.”

The guard blinked, his shock turning to confusion, then a hint of embarrassment. “How… how do you know all this?” he stammered.

Zaiden simply replied, “I’ve trained my whole life in medicine. I can sense things others miss. The scent, your breathing pattern—it told me everything.”

He gulped.

"So, can you know believe me", He asked him.

The guard gulped, eyes wide with a newfound respect and disbelief.

“Fine… come in,” he muttered, stepping aside reluctantly and signaling Zaiden to follow.

Inside Paradise Villa, Zaiden kept his head high despite the elegant surroundings and the scrutiny that awaited him. The guard led him through the hall, eventually reaching the dining room where the Randall family was gathered, almost ready for dinner. As soon as they saw Zaiden’s worn clothes and weary appearance, a few of them cringed visibly, and several held their noses in disdain.

Mrs. Hailey, a stern woman with a piercing gaze, was the first to break the silence. “What is this nonsense?” she demanded, “Who let this… man into our home? What kind of audacity do you have to bring someone like this in?”.

Mr. Randall, the head of the family , a man in his 70's, stately figure with an air of authority, looked just as displeased. He shot a harsh glare at the guard.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he barked. “You bring a beggar into my home? Have you lost your mind?”.

The guard quickly defended himself. “Sir, he… he claims he’s here to treat Ms. Cynthia. I wouldn’t have let him in, but he… he knew things just by smelling, he is good!".

Mrs. Hailey chimed in, "What, this haggard man is here to treat my daughter?".

Fiona and Dustin, two young members of the family, exchanged mocking looks.

Fiona sneered. “What, he read your fortune or something? this is another person that wants to exhaust us!".

Dustin, leaning back with a smirk, added, “Honestly, He is a beggar and young, something that big doctors couldn't even treat, and this young inexperience can do it?".

Zaiden stood unfazed, his blind eyes hidden behind his dark glasses, but his posture held firm. Ignoring the insults, he spoke directly to Mrs. Hailey.

“I have come to offer my help,. I’m trained in Eastern medicine, and I believe I may be able to help your daughter. your daughter can see again”

Mrs. Hailey scoffed, her face flushed with anger. “Help my daughter? Who do you think you are, walking in here and claiming you can do what the best doctors couldn’t? You mock us by even suggesting it!”.

Zaiden remained calm, sensing her skepticism. “It’s not mockery".

Mrs. Hailey was very angry as she stormed at him and have him a soundful slap.

Smack!!!.

Then his glass broken and fell from his face.

The family was shocked by what they found, Zaiden's eyes was damn shut!!!.

"wait, I think this man here is blind", Dustin said after inspecting him very well.

Mr. Randall asked, "Are you really blind!".

Zaiden gulped and stated, "Yeah!, I am blind!".

what!.

Almost everyone gasped