Om stepped closer to Indrajeet and began examining him carefully.
The moment he looked closely, something felt… wrong.
Indrajeet's face was covered with dark patches, his breathing was uneven, almost painful. And more than that—Om could sense something unnatural.
It felt like every breath Indrajeet was taking… was turning impure the moment it entered his body.
Om gently held his wrist.
And then—
he let his pure aura flow into him.
The moment that energy spread through Indrajeet's body, everything changed—for Om.
It was as if he now had full control over what was happening inside.
Of course, no one else could see any of this.
To them, it just looked like a normal pulse check.
Om closed his eyes.
And in that instant—
it felt like he had stepped inside Indrajeet's body itself.
What he saw next made his expression harden.
A dark purple energy had wrapped itself tightly around Indrajeet's heart… slowly spreading, corrupting his blood.
"Oh…"
Om thought to himself.
"I didn't realize it had gotten this bad. This energy has already damaged his entire system… I need to purify it right now."
Without wasting another second, Om pulled out three needles from his pocket.
He infused them with his pure aura—
and inserted them into Indrajeet's arm.
The reaction was immediate.
The dark purple energy began to fade.
Slowly… then rapidly.
The black patches on Indrajeet's skin started disappearing, as if they were being erased.
His breathing eased.
Warmer. Smoother.
Alive again.
Indrajeet himself felt it.
His face began returning to its normal color.
He took a deep breath… then another.
A look of shock and relief spread across his face.
"Wow… I feel so fresh… so light. Om, this is unbelievable. You've performed a miracle."
Om, however, didn't look satisfied.
"I've only purified your body temporarily,"
he said calmly.
"It'll give you relief for now. But I still don't know the source of that evil energy inside you. Until I find that… I can't cure you completely."
Indrajeet smiled, deeply grateful.
"Thank you, Dr. Om. Truly. We've searched everywhere for treatment… but found nothing. And now you show up like a blessing. I can't thank you enough."
By now, Viraj had rushed forward and was kneeling beside his grandfather, still stunned.
But Om continued,
"Sir… the cause of this is something you're connected to. Can you tell me what exactly happened?"
Viraj looked confused.
"That's not possible. I personally take care of Grandfather. He barely goes out. And he's very health-conscious."
Om paused… thinking.
Then he asked,
"Well… Mr. Joshi, have you recently acquired anything old? Something like… an ancient treasure?"
Indrajeet frowned, trying to recall.
"Treasure…?"
Before he could answer, Viraj spoke up quickly,
"Yes. We did find something—a Z pillow. It used to belong to ancient kings."
Om's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ancient kings… meaning it was taken from somewhere like a burial site?"
Viraj nodded.
"And Grandfather has been sleeping with it every night."
The moment he said that—
Om understood.
"That's the source,"
he said immediately.
"The energy of the past owners is still trapped inside that Z. When it comes in contact with your blood, it reacts… and corrupts your body."
His tone turned serious.
"You need to stay away from that pillow. Completely. Otherwise, no treatment will work again and again."
Indrajeet took a slow breath, processing everything.
"Thank you, Om… now I understand. I used to feel like I was sleeping on a block of ice every night… I thought it was just—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Viraj suddenly placed a hand on Om's shoulder, almost too quickly.
"Grandfather has been sick for a long time. Thank you, Om."
His voice carried gratitude—
but something about him felt… off.
"And honestly, whether you find that Z for me or not… it doesn't matter anymore. For what you've done today, the Joshi family owes you."
He looked straight into Om's eyes.
"You can ask for anything. One wish… and it will be fulfilled."
The offer sounded generous.
Too generous.
Om could feel it—
there was something Viraj wasn't saying.
Something he was hiding.
And the real question was—
what exactly was he hiding?
And more importantly…
was it something good—
or something far more dangerous?
After A short Conversation Om left the Joshi's House and Went Directly For the Home, it's already late to go for the Clinic now...
Next day...
It was around eleven at night when Om stepped out of the clinic.
He was dressed in sharp formal clothes, and honestly… he looked good. Really good. As soon as he came outside, he stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles slightly as he let out a relaxed breath.
"So… would you like to go for a walk with me? It'll be good for your recovery too. You should get out a little."
Just then, footsteps followed him out.
Maya walked out of the clinic.
She was wearing a black crop t-shirt that ended just above her navel, blue shorts, and a military jacket over it. Bandages were still wrapped around her head and legs—but even then, she looked… unreal.
Like someone who didn't belong in this ordinary world.
She couldn't have been more than twenty or twenty-two.
Om sensed her presence and turned slightly, smiling.
"I hope you'll complete that small task I gave you… properly."
Maya stepped beside him, pulling the cap of her jacket over her head.
"Thank you for your concern, Om sir. But I'm actually feeling much better now. And I promise—I'll complete your task. You don't need to worry."
Her tone was polite.
Too polite.
Too… distant.
Om scratched his head a little, slightly awkward.
"Hey, relax a bit. I'm not ordering you around. You don't have to behave like this. You're just finding a decent house for me, that's all. No need to be so serious, Maya."
Maya nodded quietly, her eyes dropping to the ground, a faint hint of shyness appearing for the first time.
Om didn't push further.
He simply started walking.
And she followed.
For a while, they walked in silence, the quiet night wrapping around them. Then Om spoke again,
"Maya… how old were you when you started your military training? And… where are your parents?"
For a second, she went silent.
Then softly, she answered,
"Sir… I started training when I was three years old. I grew up in the military camp. And… I don't remember anything about my parents."
Her voice had changed.
It was softer now.
Real.
And in that moment—
Om decided to look deeper.
Without saying a word, he reached into her mind.
And what he saw—
was not easy to watch.
There were no memories of parents.
Only training.
Pain.
Cold nights.
Fights.
Survival.
He saw a little girl curled up on the ground, holding a weapon just to feel safe enough to sleep.
He saw missions… danger… betrayal.
He saw the moment her team got separated.
The fall from the building.
The loneliness that followed.
Her entire world had been that military unit.
And when they were dismissed—
she was left with nothing.
No home.
No family.
No place.
Om's expression softened.
"She's been through all this… at such a young age…"
he thought.
Then he looked at her and smiled gently.
"Hey… from now on, you don't have to sleep on the ground anymore. There are two rooms upstairs in the clinic. Pick whichever you like. It's yours now."
Maya froze.
Her senses were sharp.
She knew one thing for sure—
Om had never been around when she slept.
Then how did he know?
But she didn't ask.
Instead, she just looked at him.
And for the first time—
her face turned slightly red.
She lowered her head and softly said,
"Thank you… boss."
They kept walking.
And then—
something caught Om's eye.
A small roadside shop.
Filled with old, scrap items.
His steps slowed.
Among all the junk—
one thing stood out.
A rusted dagger.
Without a word, he walked straight toward it.
Maya followed.
Om picked it up and examined it carefully.
It wasn't ordinary.
The craftsmanship was intricate. The handle was shaped like a tiger's body, and at the end, there was a bead-like structure shaped like a tiger's paw. The blade itself extended out from the tiger's open mouth.
It looked ancient.
Very ancient.
"Boss… do you want to buy that?"
Maya asked, confused.
But Om didn't reply.
He was focused.
The shopkeeper smiled, stepping forward.
"Sir, I got this antique piece by chance. It's actually very good… but it's completely rusted now. I'll give it to you for just 6500."
Om smiled instantly.
"Sounds fair. I'll take it."
He paid without hesitation.
Maya looked at him, still unsure.
Why this?
Out of everything?
They walked a little further and stopped at a quiet, empty spot.
Om pulled the dagger out again.
Then took out a lighter from his pocket.
Maya frowned.
"Boss… is there something special about this dagger?"
Om flicked the lighter on.
A small flame came to life.
He held the blade over it, his eyes gleaming slightly.
"You'll find out… in just a moment."
And with that—
he began heating the dagger.
While Maya watched closely—
something unseen…
was about to awaken.