Wife by Heart (He May Not Carry My Name but He Carries the Soul)

Fire and shadows

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Chapter 5: Fire and Shadows

The days that followed their lakeside kiss unfolded like a secret garden. Every morning seemed brighter, every evening longer, because Rahul and Sushant found ways to carve out time just for each other.

Rahul, the man who lived by discipline and control, now found himself undone by the smallest things. The way Sushant laughed with his whole face, the way he tapped his pen against the table when thinking, or the quiet confidence he carried even in messy moments.

Sushant, on the other hand, was caught between disbelief and surrender. He had written about many kinds of love but had never experienced this kind of raw simplicity — where a look could feel like a lifetime, and silence could speak louder than words.

Their first real date was nothing extravagant. A small rooftop café with dim yellow lights, two mugs of hot chocolate, and an old radio humming love songs in the background. They talked for hours, about everything and nothing — books, dreams, the strangest gym clients Rahul had trained, the most ridiculous stories Sushant had covered.

When it was time to leave, neither wanted to. On the walk back, Rahul reached for Sushant’s hand. For a moment, Sushant hesitated — but then, fingers intertwined, he allowed himself to melt into the warmth.

From that night, closeness grew. Dinners turned into late nights at Rahul’s apartment, where laughter would fade into comfortable silences. The silences became glances, the glances touches, until one evening, the dam finally broke.

Rahul had cooked for them — clumsy pasta, too much cheese, but made with a shy pride that made Sushant smile endlessly. After dinner, as the night deepened, they sat on the couch, close but not close enough.

“You know,” Sushant said softly, “you scare me more than any of my stories.”

Rahul looked at him, surprised. “Scare you?”

“Because you make me feel things I’ve never let myself feel. Because if I lose this…” His voice trailed off.

Rahul didn’t let him finish. He leaned in and kissed him, firm and unshaken, as if to say this isn’t something you’ll lose.

The kiss deepened, urgent and tender all at once. Clothes slipped away, fears dissolved, and for the first time, both men let themselves be seen fully — raw, vulnerable, unguarded. Their intimacy wasn’t rushed; it was a rhythm of discovery, of trust, of love. That night, in Rahul’s arms, Sushant felt a belonging he had never known.

But while their love bloomed in quiet corners, shadows were thickening elsewhere.

Husmain Ali sat in his office, the golden lamplight glinting against files filled with names, transactions, and blood-stained secrets. He had signed off a shipment of narcotics, silenced two rivals, and arranged for another group of women to be trafficked out of the city. To him, these weren’t crimes — they were business.

Yet even in the middle of cruelty, his thoughts circled back to one man.

Sushant.

The journalist’s smile haunted him. His voice rang in Husmain’s ears like a challenge. Every time Husmain tried to bury himself in the empire he had built, the thought of Sushant’s defiance dragged him out.

It was no longer just lust. It was obsession.

He lit a cigar, leaning back in his chair. “The world fears me, but he… he dares not to.” A smirk twisted across his face. “That’s why I need him. To break him. To own him. To make him mine before he destroys me.”

He poured another glass of whiskey, watching the smoke curl in the air. The more Sushant slipped away into Rahul’s arms, the more determined Husmain became. He would not only take Sushant, but he would also rip apart the man who dared to hold him.

Rahul.

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Conclusion

That night, after their laughter had faded and the lights in Rahul’s apartment dimmed, silence filled the space between them — not the awkward kind, but the silence of comfort. Rahul traced lazy circles on Sushant’s hand, memorizing every detail as though he feared time would steal it away.

Sushant turned to face him, his eyes soft, vulnerable. “You make me feel… safe,” he whispered.

Rahul kissed his forehead gently. “Then let me always be that place for you.”

Their lips met again, tender at first, then deeper, fuller, until words dissolved and only the rhythm of two hearts remained. For the first time in years, Sushant allowed himself to be completely unguarded. In Rahul’s arms, the world’s cruelties felt distant.

But beyond that small sanctuary, another pair of eyes watched from the shadows of power. Husmain Ali’s obsession was growing, his hunger sharpening with each passing day.