- My Soulmate – Blurb: What happens when your dream love collides with reality?
- My Soulmate – Chapter 1: The Man in My Dreams. He was never supposed to have a face. Now, I can’t forget it.
- My Soulmate – Chapter 2: When Your Dream Guy Chases You Back and Love Finds a Face
- My Soulmate – Chapter 3: The Hunt Begins of Love, Life, and Her
- My Soulmate – Chapter 4: Trapped in His World. Was it Ever Love or just a Never-ending Nightmare?
- My Soulmate – Chapter 5: My Savior Turned Captor: When Love Collides with Life
My Soulmate: A dream angel becomes a nightmare reality—Mihika faces Vihaan’s obsession and her own unraveling heart.
My Soulmate
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Table of Contents
- My Soulmate – Blurb: What happens when your dream love collides with reality?
- My Soulmate – Chapter 1: The Man in My Dreams. He was never supposed to have a face. Now, I can’t forget it.
- My Soulmate – Chapter 2: When Your Dream Guy Chases You Back and Love Finds a Face
- My Soulmate – Chapter 3: The Hunt Begins of Love, Life, and Her
- My Soulmate – Chapter 4: Trapped in His World. Was it Ever Love or just a Never-ending Nightmare?
- My Soulmate – Chapter 5: My Savior Turned Captor: When Love Collides with Life
- My Soulmate – Chapter 6: When Silence and Secrets Turn Dangerous. Love, Life, and More.
My Soulmate – Chapter 5: My Savior Turned Captor: When Love Collides with Life
Before you start reading this, I hope you have read CHAPTER 4.
Mihika
Vihaan leaned back, his stance unshaken, as if the room itself bent to his command. My pulse quickened. I pushed myself upright, palms digging into the mattress until I found my balance, then slid to the edge of the bed. My bare feet hit the floor, and I rushed toward the door, every step clumsy but desperate.
A sharp click echoed behind me. I ignored it, clinging to the single hope of escape. My hand curled around the knob—I twisted, yanked, shoved. Nothing. The door didn’t move an inch.
Oh God. He had locked us in.
“Let me out!” My voice cracked, but I forced it louder, sharper. “You shouldn’t have brought me here!”
He didn’t flinch. In fact, his eyebrow lifted, and that infuriating smirk tugged at his lips as if my anger amused him. Like I was a child throwing a tantrum.
“What then?” His tone was calm, too calm. “I should’ve left you unconscious on the floor?”
My stomach twisted. He wasn’t wrong—but I still didn’t want to admit it. “I would’ve been fine.”
“Sorry,” he drawled, unapologetic. “That’s not who I am. I don’t walk away when someone needs me.”
“I don’t need your help!” The words tore out of me before I could stop them. My chest felt hot, tight, like every nerve in my body was sparking. “I’m awake now. That’s enough. Let me go.”
That was it—he laughed. A deep, genuine laugh that grated against my nerves. “After what it took to get you here? You must be joking.”
I froze, his words heavier than the locked door. What it took to get me here?
“Please…” The plea slipped out before I could bury it. My voice sounded small, fragile. I hated it. What was happening to me? Nobody ever warned me that the man who haunted my dreams could stand in front of me like this—so real, so impossible, so… dangerous.
His expression sobered instantly. “We need to talk.”
“No.” I spun back to the door, rattling the knob again. My heel struck the wood with a dull thud, but the door held firm, refusing to give. My chest caved in around a wave of helpless panic.
This was wrong. All wrong. He couldn’t just keep me here. He had no right.
I wrapped my arms around myself, the only comfort I could find, and turned to face him. “Why are you doing this? What do you even want from me?”
Vihaan didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, watching me unravel. His jaw was clenched, lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes—dark, hard, unyielding—followed every twitch, every breath I made. The playful smirk was gone. In its place, a storm brewed across his face, quiet but terrifying.
The silence between us pressed against my skin, heavier than any lock. My body trembled under the weight of it. His anger—or maybe it was something worse—was suffocating.
And then—another click.
The sound sliced through the silence, sharp and sudden. My breath caught as my hand darted for the knob again. This time, it turned. The door gave way.
I didn’t look back. Didn’t thank him. Didn’t ask questions. My only thought was escape.
I bolted out, heart pounding in my ears, desperate for air that wasn’t poisoned by his presence.
Where the hell was the main door?
Every hallway looked the same—too many rooms, too many doors. My pulse hammered as I darted through the corridor until I spotted the staircase. Two steps at a time, I flew down, breath burning in my throat. This wasn’t some cozy apartment like I first thought—it was a bungalow. No… a mansion. The kind of place you could get lost in, and right now, I was lost.
At last, I reached the massive front door, towering and sturdy like it had been built to keep the world out—and me in. My trembling hands yanked at the sleek metal handle. Nothing. I pushed, then pulled again. Nothing. Not even a shift. It was like trying to shove a wall.
“No, no, no…” My voice cracked as I kept tugging. That’s when I felt it—his presence, calm but suffocating, closing in behind me.
“What are you doing?” I snapped, my words breaking with frustration as my eyes stung.
“I told you,” his voice was steady, almost cruel in its control. “I don’t want to lock you up. But that door stays closed. There’s no other way out. And if you try the windows…” He paused long enough for me to imagine the worst. “My men will catch you. Then I will lock you in the bathroom. Do you understand?”
My stomach dropped. “Why are you doing this?” The words tore out of me, half scream, half sob.
“Because we need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk!” I screeched, whipping around to face him. “I don’t care about you, or your answers, or whatever obsession this is. I am not interested. Do you understand?”
His jaw clenched, teeth grinding once before he spoke again. “You can’t run from me. Or from this. So stop trying.”
The sheer conviction in his voice sent a chill racing through me.
“What do you want from me?” My voice was raw, breaking.
“Answers,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “And until I get them, you’re not leaving. I’ve waited years for this moment.”
I turned my face away from him, my whole body trembling. What answers? What did he think I knew? They were just dreams. Just fragments of nights that bled into mornings, shadows that disappeared with sunlight. Vihaan belonged to that dream, not here, not now. He couldn’t be real.
My hands pressed over my eyes as I whispered silent, frantic prayers. Take away the dreams, God, take away this nightmare too. Please.
But when I lowered my hands, he was still there. Watching. Knowing.
Oh God… he knew me. That’s why he was here. That’s why he looked at me like that.
A sick twist coiled in my stomach, panic clawing its way up my chest. My throat tightened until I tugged at the skin of my neck, desperate for relief. But there was no escape. No way out.
Finally, I forced myself to face him. My spine locked into place, chin lifted, expression smoothed into something unreadable. If he wanted a fight, he wouldn’t see me crack.
“I don’t know anything,” I whispered, my voice thinner than I intended. The silence between us was suffocating, thick as smoke in my throat. “It’s a mystery to me too.”
His eyes sharpened, lips curving with the faintest trace of mockery. “Yes, it does look like it. The moment you saw me, you bolted. That’s always the sign, isn’t it? People run when they have something to hide. Tell me, Mihika—are you a thief?”
I sucked in a sharp breath, my glare shooting up before I could stop it.
“The one who runs is either a thief,” he continued calmly, “or someone carrying guilt… or secrets. So, which one are you? Did you steal something from the party?”
My laugh was short, incredulous. “What? No. I am not a thief. Money doesn’t tempt me.”
“Good,” he said smoothly. “That narrows it down. Then guilt? Is that what keeps you running?”
“How can I feel guilty about something I have no control over?” I snapped back.
His eyes gleamed, quick as a blade catching light. “Interesting choice of words. So you do know something. Something you can’t control. Tell me.”
I clamped my lips shut, pulse hammering in my ears. Oh, he wasn’t just dangerous—he was clever. Too clever.
He studied me for a beat longer before sighing, almost as if this was tedious. “Fine. Silence it is. You’re not going anywhere anyway. There’s food in the kitchen. I’ll bring you a plate—you can’t faint on me again. You worried me once already.”
“Then let me go,” I whispered, desperation scraping my throat raw. “Then you don’t have to worry.”
His gaze softened just enough to unsettle me. “After everything I’ve gone through, after all these years finally finding you… never. Worrying about you is not new for me. I can live with that.”
My brows furrowed, confusion sparking. “What… what do you mean by that?”
“Are you trading information?” he asked instead, eyes narrowing again, testing me.
“I have nothing to say,” I muttered, arms crossing, more shield than defiance.
He nodded slightly, as if confirming something to himself. “Of course, it won’t be easy. But patience…” his gaze lingered on me, heavy, steady, “patience is a lesson I’ve mastered. As long as you’re here, by my side, I can wait.”
“Please let me go.” My voice cracked this time, the plea spilling raw, my pride dissolving like sugar in water. Survival meant more than ego. “Please.”
“Tell me everything,” he said simply, his voice low and unyielding, eyes locked on mine.
“There is nothing to tell,” I insisted, holding his stare even as my chest tightened.
“Then why did you run the moment you saw me at the party?”
My throat dried, words sticking. I forced them out anyway. “I was just… surprised. You looked familiar.” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
He tilted his head, considering, then smiled faintly, as if humoring me. “Maybe you just need more rest before your mind catches up. Go to your room—you know the way. I’ll reheat the food and bring it to you. Unless you’d rather sit at the table?”
I shook my head quickly, not trusting my voice. Then I turned and ran back the way I came, my footsteps echoing against the walls like the sound of a trapped animal.
I slammed the lock into place and sagged against the door, my back pressed to the wood as though it could shield me from everything outside—and him. My breaths came shallow, uneven, my chest aching from holding them in.
What now?
The first name that flashed in my mind was Nicky. She had always been my savior, my anchor. She got me here, found this rented apartment, held my hand when I thought I’d never adjust to this new life. If anyone could pull me out of this nightmare, it was her. All I had to do was call.
But where was my phone?
I lunged toward the side table, tearing through it, searching for my bag, my lifeline. Nothing. No phone, no bag. The panic hit me harder than his words ever could.
Had he dragged me here with nothing? Or had he deliberately left it behind—cutting every thread that tied me to freedom?
Why couldn’t he just leave me in my place after I fainted? He could’ve left me with dignity, in my bed, safe in my world. But no, he had to haul me into his, where the walls felt like bars and his presence like a lock around my throat.
A sob broke free, jagged and raw. I clutched my chest as though holding myself together could keep me sane. Maybe… maybe I should tell Vihaan the truth. Maybe then he’d let me go. But what if he didn’t? What if he laughed? Or worse, what if he believed me?
Because the truth was insane.
The dreams had always been my secret sanctuary. In them, I wasn’t this trembling mess. In them, I was with him—yet not him. A Vihaan who kissed me like I was air, who touched me like I was made of light. We weren’t married, no rings, no chains, but we belonged. No explanations. No walls. Just us.
But that Vihaan wasn’t this one. This Vihaan had dragged me into a cage. This one was a stranger wearing the face of someone my soul already knew.
And I couldn’t let him take that dream away from me. Not when it was all I had left that felt untouched, uncorrupted.
Tears streaked down my cheeks, soaking into my tee until the fabric clung cold to my skin. I didn’t wipe them. I didn’t even care anymore.
The lock clicked. The door swung open.
“Fuck—why are you crying?” His voice was sharp, edged with something between frustration and worry.
I looked up at him, my throat tight. “What do you expect me to do? You can’t just kidnap me like this. This is wrong. This is unjust. Just let me go.”
His jaw hardened, his eyes darkening like storm clouds. He shook his head slowly. “You talk. That’s your only ticket out of here. But don’t think I’ll let you walk after you spill some nonsense. If I’m not satisfied with your answers, you’re not going anywhere.”
Another sob tore out of me before I could hold it back. His lips pressed together, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and when he finally spoke, his voice was rough, gruff, like gravel dragged across the floor.
“No need to cry,” he muttered, though his eyes lingered on my tears. “I won’t hurt you. You’ll be more comfortable here than at your place.”
I laughed through the sob, bitter and shaky. “How can you even say that? My home is my home. It’s not just walls and furniture—it’s my temple.”
His gaze softened for a fleeting second before his tone slipped back into command. “I brought certain things from your place. If you promise to behave, I’ll give you access. Or… you can stay locked up here.”
The word locked sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted my phone, God, I wanted it back more than anything. But what was I supposed to do? Fight him? Refuse? My choices had already been stripped away. My voice came out barely above a whisper.
“I’ll behave.”
His lips curved, not quite a smile, more like approval. “Good. I’ll bring your canvases, your paints, whatever you need. I’ll set up a room for you. Your clothes too—you’ll get them after dinner.”
“My phone?” The words shot out before I could stop them.
“That stays with me.” His smile widened, dangerous, playful. “Strange, though. No password on it.”
I stiffened. “No one needs to access it, so not required.”
“Perfect. Makes it easier for me.” The way he said it, with that spark in his eyes, sent an unexpected shiver racing down my legs.
“You can’t do that. Give me my phone.” My voice cracked, half command, half plea.
“Not yet.” He leaned closer, lowering his tone. “After you’ve told me everything, we’ll decide together what you can have back. Okay?”
“Please,” I whispered, breaking down again. My chest heaved with uneven breaths as I stared at him through wet lashes. His expression had shifted—his eyes weren’t hard anymore, they were sad. A pang of guilt tugged at me, sharp and unwanted. My heart twisted, betraying me, because I didn’t want him to feel hurt.
“I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he murmured, his voice thick. “That you couldn’t even stand my existence for a few hours.”
“I… I don’t hate you.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “It’s just—” My throat tightened. “I have nothing to say, and you’re forcing me to stay. It’s wrong. You know it.”
How could I hate him? In another life—or maybe in that dream-life that clung to me like second skin—he was my angel. The one who pulled me from the shadows when no one else cared. Angels couldn’t be hated. Not mine.
“Then what is it?” His eyes searched me like he was peeling back layers I didn’t even know I had.
I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t say that I was terrified of losing my Vihaan—the one who kissed me in dreams, who made me believe in purity and belonging. This Vihaan was different. Rougher. Darker. But what if, beneath it all, he was the same man?
And what if he wasn’t?
If I searched for my Vihaan in him and found only emptiness, what then? What if he gave me every answer I’d been waiting for but realized I wasn’t the girl he was searching for? That he could soothe me, but I couldn’t soothe him?
That would destroy me.
I had failed everyone before. I’d left nothing but disappointment in my wake. I was cursed, wasn’t I? Everyone who stayed close to me eventually perished.
And if I pulled him too close, he would too.
“Your silence is saying a lot. Eat your dinner and go to sleep. You’ll find some of my tees in the cupboard, and a few track pants. Wear them if you want.”
Vihaan set the plate down on the side table, the faint clink of china louder than it should’ve been in the stillness of the room. He didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned casually against the table, watching me in that quiet, unreadable way of his.
My cheeks burned, and I dropped my gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of myself. The years hadn’t been kind. My hips felt heavier than they should, my hair dull and uneven, badly needing a trim. If I had known I would ever see him outside the safety of my dreams, I would’ve taken care of myself. I would’ve joined the gym, fixed my hair, maybe even tried to look like someone worth being dreamt about.
But fate had its own twisted sense of humor. It had brought him here, stripped away my defenses, and left me naked with shame.
I had lost so much already—how would I survive losing him too?
Life had been unbearable before the dreams. Each day was just another push toward the edge. I still remember the night I decided it would be my last. I had planned everything, the way someone plans a trip they never want to return from. And then… he came.
A stranger with kind eyes, a smile that felt like sunlight, a voice that somehow knew how to pull me back from the abyss.
He changed everything without ever knowing it. He gave me hope, made me smile again after years of forgetting how. My Vihaan. My dream.
And now here he was in flesh and blood, ready to snatch all of it away.
He sighed and crouched down until his eyes were level with mine. The closeness made my pulse quicken, my chest tighten. His gaze was steady, intense, as though he could see right through me.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” he said softly. “This isn’t about keeping you here. I need to know about us, and only you can help me. I met someone in London… he told me only you could save me. Then in Bali, an old woman said the same thing. And now I need answers.”
My lips parted, but no words came out.
Save him? How could I save anyone when I couldn’t even save myself?
“How do you even know me?” I whispered finally. “We’ve never met.”
“Some things are beyond us,” he murmured. “Beyond logic. Beyond the mind. And that’s okay.”
No. It wasn’t okay. He was lying. This was a test, and the moment I opened my mouth, he’d call me insane. Just like Nicky had. My best friend hadn’t believed me in five years—why would this stranger?
He would blame me for everything, and I had no answers to give. I didn’t know why I dreamt of him, why his face came to me in the dead of night when I was ready to give up.
All I knew was that he had kept me alive. That was the truth.
For a fleeting moment, his hand rested on my lap. His touch was light, cautious, like he was testing the weight of the air between us.
And then, just as suddenly, he stood, his warmth leaving me as quickly as it came. His expression hardened, the softness replaced with a controlled distance.
“The door opens with a code only I know. I’ll leave it unlocked. You’re not a prisoner here. But you cannot leave until you talk.” His voice was calm, final. “Eat your dinner. Good night.”
And with that, he strode away, leaving me drowning in silence.
It hit me like a punch. I was kidnapped. Taken by the very man who once saved me in dreams. My angel had turned into my captor.
It was cruel, this irony. The same hands that had held me in the dark were now the ones chaining me to it.
I covered my mouth with trembling fingers as sobs tore out of me. The sound echoed in the emptiness of the room, but no one came. No one soothed. No one cared.
It was just me—and the wreckage of what he had once meant to me.
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