Ayaan’s POV

So we’re moving to a new city.

Nice.

New city means new faces. New faces mean new girls.

Dad keeps talking about business expansion like it’s the biggest thing in the world. One day I’ll take over anyway. I was born into power. It’s not exciting anymore

What is exciting?

Fresh attention.

I packed my bag slowly, already imagining what the new city would offer. There’s always someone pretty. Always someone curious. There's always someone ready to fall.

After packing, I grabbed my phone.

That’s when I saw it.

A new app.

I didn’t download it.

SOULMATE.

I searched it up and found out everyone got it.

One contact. One number. No identity.

Only one?

That’s disappointing.

Honestly, there should be options. I mean, who wouldn’t want me?

Six feet tall. Athletic. Basketball player. Good face. Good body. Strong surname.

I’m basically premium material.

I opened the app again.

One unknown number.

Interesting.

I smirked.

Let’s see how fast she falls.

I imagined her already. Probably cute. Maybe innocent. Maybe the type who blushes easily.

Or maybe fragile. The kind that melts when you look at her for too long.

The thought alone made me grin.

I typed:

"Hi, sweetheart. Looks like I’m the only one you’re destined for (wink emoji). Hope you don’t mind me assuming you’re meant to be my future wifey. (heart emoji)”

Sent.

I leaned back, imagining her reaction. Shocked. Flustered. Probably smiling at her screen.

An hour later, my phone buzzed.

I grabbed it instantly.

Opened the message.

And my smile disappeared.

“What the hell?”