- 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 7: Is it Love? Why do I miss him?
My Soulmate: Is it love? Why do I miss him so much?
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 7: Is it Love? Why do I miss him?
My Soulmate – Chapter 7: Is it Love? Why do I miss him?
Before you start reading this, I hope you have read CHAPTER 6.
Mihika
The clock read eleven by the time he finally walked in. Two hours late. Two hours of silence, of pacing the house, of pretending I wasn’t waiting.
I told myself I wasn’t the kind of woman who cared when someone was late. My whole life had been quiet, empty. Alone was my default. But tonight—God, tonight was different. Loneliness crawled under my skin, sharp and unfamiliar, making me restless. The kind of ache that sat heavy in my chest and refused to leave.
He could have informed me. But how? He’d taken away my phone, cut me off from the world. And yet, stupid as it was, I worried. I worried about him. I didn’t even know how to do that, and it irritated the hell out of me.
“What’s that smell?” Vihaan’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Fresh out of the shower, hair damp, his tone almost casual—like we were some normal couple ending a normal day.
“Nothing,” I muttered, crossing my arms.
The “nothing” was bread. Freshly baked. My hands still carried the warmth of it. But I wasn’t going to offer him. If he wanted it, he could take it. I’d left everything within reach, neatly set up on the table. No excuses. He could manage. He always managed.
So why was I simmering with this strange anger toward him?
He tilted his head, watching me with that unreadable patience. “Did you cook dinner for me? Or am I going to sleep on an empty stomach?”
The words shouldn’t have mattered. But the image slammed into me anyway—Vihaan lying awake, hungry, turning restlessly on the bed, waking up with that sharp pain in his temples. For some reason, the thought hollowed me out. It hurt. It devastated me.
“Yes,” I said quickly, softer than I wanted to. “It’s on the table.”
His shoulders loosened, just slightly. “I’m sorry I got late,” he said, voice low, almost gentle. “I wish I could’ve told you. Believe me, I left the moment I could. Now…tell me. What’s that smell? It’s too tempting to ignore.”
“You don’t need to inform me,” I snapped, even though my throat felt tight. “I’m no one to you. You’re no one to me. Go. Eat.”
He studied me for a long moment. “You already ate?”
I nodded, not meeting his eyes.
“Damn.” His sigh was more like a grumble, but there was disappointment tangled in it. “I missed my only time with you.”
I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t miss a single move as he sat down at the table. The food was hot, perfectly arranged. He didn’t need help. Still…my gaze hovered, ready to jump in if he forgot the smallest thing. I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t stop.
He turned back toward me, eyebrows knitting together.
“Did you have dinner or not?”
My throat tightened. I nodded, lying through my teeth, though the twitch of my lips almost betrayed me. I hadn’t eaten—at least not properly. Just a slice of bread earlier, more to quiet the storm in my stomach than to fill it.
Tonight the house felt different, like the walls were leaning in, pressing closer with every breath I took. Claustrophobic. Heavy. Food wasn’t the problem. I just couldn’t keep anything down.
Still, I had baked the bread, warm and fragrant, and thrown together some spicy noodles for him—my attempt to distract myself.
“Are you okay?” His eyes studied me, sharp and assessing, the same way he’d looked at me that first day. All focus. No softness.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. But maybe this was the moment. Maybe I should let it slip, just a little.
“No, I’m not,” I admitted, voice cracking. “I miss my home.”
“This is your home.”
The certainty in his tone startled me. I looked up at him, half in disbelief. “No, it isn’t. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Let me go.”
His gaze didn’t waver. “Tell me the truth. We can talk about other things after that.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “Truth destroys, Vihaan. There’s nothing to talk about.”
“I’m ready for it,” he said calmly. “And you know there is.”
I exhaled slowly, defeated. “Fine. Go have your dinner and come back. But remember—it’s not only me hiding things. You’ve got your secrets too. You talk, I’ll talk.”
He nodded, like he was sealing some unspoken deal, then turned away. But instead of settling at the dining table, he carried his plate back and dropped down beside me on the couch. I frowned, confused, until I realized just how close he’d sat.
His shoulder brushed mine; his elbow grazed my knee with every bite. I shifted, inching away, but he followed like a shadow, pretending not to notice. Then, as if to add insult, he switched on the TV and landed on the sports channel.
Oh, God. My entire body tensed. Each time his elbow touched me, I jerked like I’d been shocked, but there was nowhere else to move. If I stood up, I’d have to brush against him—and that felt even worse.
“Can you move?” I hissed under my breath.
He chewed, swallowed, then looked at me with maddening calm. “Nope.”
My mouth fell open. That was it? One word? He was infuriating. I sat stiffly, every muscle locked in place, while he continued to eat like he owned the space—like he owned me. And then, just to drive me insane, he leaned closer again, practically pressing me into the armrest.
“This is good,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “I bet you made it with Maggi.”
I nodded stiffly.
“You’re an excellent cook, Mihika. And that smell? Definitely bread. Am I right? Soft inside, crisp outside. Perfect.”
Heat crept up my neck. I ducked my face, staring at my hands because I couldn’t stand his eyes on me.
“What? It’s the truth,” he said, like he was daring me to argue.
“Thanks,” I murmured, barely audible.
He nodded, eyes drifting back to the television. Just when I thought he was done, he set the plate on his lap and, without warning, slid an arm around me. My breath hitched. Vihaan had never done this before. Never crossed that invisible line he’d always kept between us. That safe distance… gone in a second.
I froze, every muscle locked tight. My breathing turned shallow, loud in my own ears, but he didn’t seem to notice—or maybe he did and just didn’t care. Before I could pull away, my body betrayed me. It leaned into him as if it had a mind of its own, my head finding his shoulder. A sigh slipped out of me, soft and traitorous.
And then—his smile. That damn smile. The one that made my chest flutter like I’d swallowed a hundred butterflies. “I know,” he said simply, and kept eating as if holding me like this was the most natural thing in the world.
It felt… wonderful. Too wonderful. Which meant it was wrong. Because Vihaan wasn’t mine. He wasn’t even real. He was just here for answers, not for me. Not for love. And yet—his fingers skimmed lightly over my arm, his touch achingly gentle. My heart stumbled.
Then came the kiss. A whisper-soft brush of lips on my forehead, so unexpected my breath caught in my throat. No one had ever kissed me before—not like that. Maybe my grandmother, once upon a time, but I couldn’t even remember. This? This was unforgettable.
I stayed quiet, clinging to the moment, as he placed his plate aside with a satisfied hum. His hand pressed against his stomach, and his face glowed with contentment. The sight swelled something inside me, dangerous and warm.
He leaned back into the couch and pulled me closer, pressing my cheek against his chest. The steady beat of his heart echoed in my ear, and his scent—fresh, warm, perfectly him—wrapped around me until I was dizzy. My chest rose and fell unevenly, my body a mess of nerves and need.
An hour must have slipped by like that, me tucked into his side as if I belonged there. When he finally switched off the TV, my eyes were already closed. His arm shifted, tightening around me, pulling me closer still. I let out a small sound, half-moan, half-protest, though my body didn’t move away.
Another kiss. Feather-light. Another shudder rippling through me. My heart was a drum, my breath uneven, and when I looked up, his eyes were already on me.
“Mihika,” he whispered, softer than I’d ever heard him, “baby, we need to talk.”
Something in his tone made me believe he’d give me anything—absolutely anything—if I just asked. My throat tightened. “Let me go. Please.”
“I can’t.” His voice was steady, eyes locked on mine. “Only you have the answers I’m looking for. Don’t you think I deserve to know the truth?”
“Then you speak first,” I shot back, gripping onto whatever scraps of control I could find.
He studied me for a long beat, jaw tense. “Fine. But my truth… it’ll shock you. It’s not rosy. You might hate me for it. That’s why I’d rather hear yours first.”
I shook my head. “No. First you.”
Something shifted in him then, like he’d made a decision. He stood abruptly, the heat of his body pulling away from mine, and grabbed my arm—firm, insistent. “Come on.”
“Wait—where are you going?” My voice cracked, and I hated how small it sounded. Fear was already creeping up my throat.
“To show you my truth.”
His words landed like stones in my stomach. My brows knitted together, but before I could protest again, he tugged harder, dragging me along the hallway. My pulse spiked. No way. Absolutely not. I wasn’t stepping into his room.
He stopped in front of the door, tapping something on his phone. A sharp beep echoed, and the lock clicked open.
My chest tightened. “No. Leave me. I’m not coming inside.”
His lips curled, sharp, amused. “You can take everything else I give you, right? But this—you’re scared now?”
“Don’t you dare—”
“I haven’t touched you in a week.” His voice cut through mine like glass, flat and unyielding. “What do you think I’m going to do?”
“I don’t know.” My throat burned as I spat the words. “Your actions have shocked me enough already. Forgive me if I don’t exactly have… hope.”
Something dark flickered across his face, then softened, almost painfully so. “I left London for you. Do you even realize what that means? I walked away from everything I knew, everything I built. For you. And this—” He jabbed a finger toward me, then let it fall helplessly at his side. “This is what I get.”
The air between us throbbed with his frustration.
“I thought maybe you were in shock,” he said, quieter now, more human, “so I gave you time. But you’re not even trying to understand. Things are different for us, Mihika. Yes. But different doesn’t mean broken. Different doesn’t mean dangerous. And different sure as hell doesn’t mean we don’t deserve happiness.”
His words cracked something inside me. I couldn’t look at him. My gaze dropped to the floor, my lashes burning with the weight of unshed tears. He let out a long sigh, and I felt his hand slip into mine. Warm. Firm. And then, just as suddenly, it was gone.
I frowned, glancing up—trying to guess what game he was playing now.
“My truth is inside that room,” he said simply, tilting his head toward the door. “If you want to know, come in. I won’t force you. But I’ll wait five minutes. After that, I’ll take your silence as your answer—that you’d rather talk first.”
With that, he turned, strode into his bedroom, and shut the door behind him. Not locked. Just closed.
I stood frozen in the hallway, heart hammering, mouth dry as dust. I licked my lips, the sound embarrassingly loud in the silence.
Oh, God. What now?
Every instinct screamed at me to run back to my room, lock the door, and barricade myself in. But another voice—quieter, stubborn, desperate—pushed back. Don’t you want to know?
It took me four long minutes of pacing, of whispering curses under my breath, of nearly bolting, before my feet finally betrayed me and carried me forward. Toward his door. Toward the truth.
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