HER (A Story of a Soldier and love)

WHEN LOVE IS PURE, IT CONQUERS ALL

"Kill me... please, kill me..." she murmured, over and over.

When I found her, her hands and legs were bound, her clothes half-torn. She was barely conscious, her body trembling. I rushed to untie her, but she was too weak. Instead of asking for help, she only begged for death. Before I could say anything, she collapsed into my arms.

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FOUR YEARS AGO

It was my first day at the military training camp, the day my lifelong dream became reality. It had taken me two years of relentless preparation to pass the entrance exam, and finally, I was here. The excitement was overwhelming.

Twenty-three of us stood assembled on the training grounds, waiting for the Major’s instructions. One by one, we introduced ourselves. That’s when I first saw her.

She had just completed her college education and joined the camp, saying it had been her dream to serve. Something about her presence captivated me instantly. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Her face, her voice, the fire in her eyes—they occupied every corner of my mind.

Training began the next day. She stood out among all the recruits, outpacing even the men. I was among the top performers, but she was unstoppable. On the fourth day, during horse-riding practice, I finally got the chance to talk to her. She was struggling slightly with the reins, and I offered to help. That small interaction turned into a bond. From that day on, we trained together. Others were envious—not just because of her skills, but because she was breathtakingly beautiful.

On the last day of training, they held a ceremony to honour the top recruits. She ranked first. I was second. That night, I decided to confess my feelings to her. After the ceremony, I met her at the canteen and poured my heart out. She was taken aback. "I’m sorry," she said, looking genuinely conflicted. "I came here to train and focus on my career. I can’t afford distractions. Please forgive me."

And just like that, she walked away.

Two days later, we were assigned to different regiments. A month passed, then a year, and I never saw her again.

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TWO YEARS LATER

I was promoted to lieutenant and transferred to a military camp near Kashmir. When I arrived, I saw her.

Memories of our training days flashed before my eyes, but I didn’t approach her. I was both happy and hurt. She glanced at me, but I turned away and went straight to my quarters.

That evening, she knocked on my office door and asked to meet me at the canteen. I hesitated but agreed.

Over coffee, she spoke hesitantly. "I need to apologize. Back then, I didn’t realize my feelings for you. But when I left, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried finding a way to reach you, but I failed. Then I heard you were being transferred here. I’ve been waiting for this moment."

She took a deep breath, then, to my shock, got down on one knee.

"Please forgive me," she said, her voice breaking. "I didn’t understand your love before. But I do now. I don’t want to lose you again. Can I have a place in your heart? I want to stay there for the rest of my life."

I was overwhelmed. The emotions I had suppressed for so long surged forward. I said yes.

From that day, everyone in the camp knew about us. We were together, happy, and unstoppable.

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PRESENT DAY

One evening, an emergency signal blared through the base. Our Major received a distress call—terrorists had attacked a nearby camp, capturing several soldiers. When we contacted them, they mocked us:

"Kill us if you can, but we’re keeping one of your soldiers. She’s beautiful. We’ll make sure she suffers."

The rage I felt was indescribable. She was the Captain of our Special Forces unit. Our Major turned to her. "Can you lead the mission?"

She stood tall. "Sir, my life is not mine alone. We are a family. If I must lay it down to save them, it would be my greatest honour."

That night, the team boarded a chopper. Before leaving, she ran to me, hugged me tightly, and whispered, "I love you more than my life."

Those were the last words I heard from her before she vanished into the darkness.

An hour into the mission, we lost contact with her team. We tried to re-establish communication—nothing. Hours of silence passed,and  then a call came through.

A cruel voice on the other end laughed. "We killed everyone. But your Captain… she’s alive. We’ll make her wish she wasn’t."

I felt my world collapse.

Our Major ordered an immediate Black Ops mission. He turned to me. "Lieutenant, do you want in? This mission isn’t just about duty anymore."

I didn’t hesitate. "I’m going."

We stormed their hideout, eliminating every last one of them. But when I found her, my heart shattered.

She was bound, beaten, and violated beyond words. Her spirit was broken. She barely recognized me.

"Kill me... please, just kill me..." she whispered through trembling lips.

I untied her, carried her out, and held her through the night in the hospital. Tears never stopped falling from my eyes.

When the doctor said she was physically stable, he added, "She has lost the will to live."

I sat beside her, held her hand, and whispered, "Captain, your force is waiting for you. Your love is waiting for you. You told me once that you loved me more than your life. If that’s true, then this life belongs to me. And I want you to spend it with me. So walk out of this hospital, and I’ll be waiting for you on the other side."

She barely opened her eyes. "I’m not right for you anymore. I have lost everything. I don’t want to ruin your life."

I smiled through my tears. "I don’t love your body. I love your soul. And for me, that soul is enough. So I’ll ask you right here, will you marry me?"

She broke down, sobbing in my arms. "Yes," she whispered.

Three months later, she was discharged. The following week, we married. She returned to duty, was promoted, and was awarded for her bravery. Her story became legendary, inspiring generations of soldiers.

And I, to this day, am the proudest man alive—because I loved and was loved by the bravest woman I have ever known.

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WHEN LOVE IS PURE, IT CONQUERS ALL.

Written by: Chotisistories | Chiranjiv 💓