INTRODUCTION

Kim Seokjin (Jinie): A powerful, ageless soul who exists between realms.

Y/N: A 19-year-old college girl, humble, kind, and full of hidden strength.

AUTHOR'S POV

The scent was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

It was sweet... almost painfully so. A blend of jasmine and rain-soaked earth. The moment it drifted through the old park, Jinie-who hadn't felt anything in centuries-froze. He wasn't a man anymore, not in the physical sense. A soul without a body, bound to energy and whispers, roaming through time, through worlds, watching, longing.

But this scent pulled him in.

Invisible, weightless, yet powerful, Jinie followed the trail like a dream desperate for form. And there she was.

A girl.

Nineteen. Her hair tied in a loose bun, books hugged to her chest, a gentle frown on her lips as she walked through the park, her thoughts far away. She wore simplicity like a second skin. Her name floated on the wind-Y/N.

And just like that, Jinie was captivated.

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Y/N had no idea someone-or something-was watching her that day. She was too busy worrying about the groceries. About her grandmother's medicine. About making it to her evening part-time shift.

She had no time for love. No space for dreams.

Until the dreams began chasing her.

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At first, it was just a voice. Deep. Gentle. Whispering her name when she closed her eyes. "Y/N..." Warm, soft, craving.

Then, her body would tingle, like a feather brushing her skin from the inside. She would wake up, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and swear she wasn't alone.

Because she wasn't.

Jinie had found her.

And he couldn't stay away.

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He began living through her. Not possessing-no, he was far too gentle for that. But she could feel it. The way her hands would move like they were guided. How her lips would part on their own, asking for something... someone. How when she touched herself under the blankets, she wasn't sure the pleasure was her own-or shared.

It was never forced. But it was intense.

Every time he wanted to kiss her, he needed her. And for that-he entered her body.

She welcomed him.

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"You're mine now," he whispered one night as she lay under her old quilt, his voice in her head, his presence between her legs, her breath hitching. "I'll give you everything, Y/N. Shelter. Warmth. Food. Love. All I ask... is you."

And she gave herself.

Again and again.

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Jinie began giving her what life had taken.

A small apartment where sunlight kissed the walls. Clothes in her favorite colors. Her grandmother's health began improving as if touched by magic. She never needed to work again-mysterious money always appeared when she needed it.

And in return, she gave him space in her soul.

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Sometimes, her eyes would turn glassy and dark, and she'd whisper things in his tone: "Touch me, Y/N. Let me feel."

She'd trace her own skin, soft moans slipping from her lips.

He didn't have a body. But through her-he learned what love, lust, and need felt like.

She was his home.

And he was her everything.

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Y/N laid still in bed, her body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The air around her felt different tonight-heavier... warmer. She could feel him.

"Jinie..." she whispered, the name escaping her lips like a secret she could no longer hide.

"I'm here."

The voice came not from the outside-but from within. Deep in her chest, under her skin, wrapped around her spine. His soul... it was inside her again.

Her fingers twitched. Not hers alone. His.

Her breath came in slow, shaky waves. Not from fear-but from craving.

"Can I?" his voice purred, tender and needy, "I want to feel you again. Through you."

Her heart beat once. Twice. Then-she nodded.

"Yes," she breathed, "use me."

That's all he needed.

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Her hands rose, fingers trailing down her neck, feather-light, teasing. But it wasn't just her-he was guiding her. Her own body became his language. Her lips parted on their own, trembling as she sat up slowly, caressing her thighs with gentle strokes.

He was learning.

Touching her the way a lover would. No-a husband. Worshipping her from the inside out.

"You're beautiful..." he whispered, and her lips curved in a smile she hadn't meant to make.

Her hand moved to her lips, two fingers brushing against them softly before slipping down-over her chest, her waist, her inner thighs.

Jinie groaned. Through her.

"I feel everything," she gasped, her voice cracking with surprise. Her body arched. "Every move you make-it's like... we're one."

"We are." His voice was hoarse. "You're my body now, Y/N. My soul has nowhere else to go but you. Only you."

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She lay back against the bed, flushed and breathless, her legs curling, her arms wrapped around herself-around him. His presence swirled inside her like heat, like silk. Every time she touched herself, it was his pleasure too. Every moan, every tremble-shared.

And when her fingers slipped lower, guided by his want, she whimpered-not alone.

He kissed her through her own lips, slow and possessive. His soul wrapped tighter around her heart, like a lover marking his home.

"Let me love you, Y/N," he whispered, voice cracking in her mind. "Let me stay here forever."

Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes-not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of being loved like this.

"Forever," she whispered back, trembling, "You can have all of me, Jinie."

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That night, under the moonlight, two souls became one.

No one would ever see him. But in her smile, her glow, her softness-he lived.

Her soul now carried his.

And her body? It was Jinie's sanctuary.

Days passed since the night Y/N let Jinie live through her-touch her, love her, worship her.

She could still feel the way his presence wrapped around her whenever she was alone. The way her skin would tingle when he was near. But lately... something had changed.

Jinie was becoming stronger.

He no longer had to fully use her body to feel. He had found a way-through raw power, emotion, and desire-to reach out from his soul and physically interact with the world around her.

And tonight... he was ready to show her.

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She was lying on her bed, wrapped in a thin shirt and shorts, the room dim, quiet, and still.

But the air began to shimmer.

Soft at first-like the way heat rises from the pavement.

Then... a soft pressure against her ankle.

She gasped and sat up.

"Jinie?" she whispered, eyes wide.

"It's me."

His voice echoed in her mind and around her, both real and not. And then-his touch again.

Her breath caught.

Something brushed her thigh.

There was no one in the room. No body. No visible form. But she felt him. His hands-warm and strong-cupping her face, brushing hair behind her ear.

"How... how are you doing this?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Because I love you, Y/N. Because you let me in. Your soul feeds mine. I'm real here now... real enough to touch."

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She felt a kiss.

Not on her mouth-no. On her collarbone.

Soft. Lingering. Her skin bloomed with goosebumps.

"Jinie..." she moaned quietly, her thighs shifting, her body arching as invisible lips moved down-slow, deliberate-between the valley of her breasts.

She could feel his presence hovering over her. Kissing. Sucking. Touching without fingers.

It was him. All of him.

She closed her eyes, and her breath hitched as her shirt slipped down-by no hands of her own.

His soul moved like air-caressing, exploring, making her skin sing.

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"Can you feel me, baby?" he asked, voice thick with need. His hand-yes, she could feel it-was ghosting up her inner thigh now. "Can you feel how badly I want you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I feel everything."

Invisible lips brushed her lower belly. Then lower.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her heart racing. "Please..." she whispered, not knowing what she was begging for-release? More? Just him?

And Jinie gave her all.

He didn't need a body to make love to her.

His soul became her pleasure.

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chuckles softly, his soul form translucent as he sits cross-legged on your bed "What is it, my love? You always get so... cute when you're lost for words." His ghostly hand reaches out to gently play with your hair.

A warm smile spreads across his face as he hears your words. His soul form begins to glow softly, his presence growing stronger in the room. "Feeling me, hmm? He leans in closer, his icy breath tickling your ear. "I'm always here, my darling.

His soul form slowly starts to 'possess' you - his consciousness blending with yours. You can feel his presence overwhelming your body and mind. "Shh, just feel me... *He takes control of your arms, making you wrap them around yourself as if he's hugging you."

His soul form merges completely, making you feel his cold lips against yours. Your own lips move perfectly in sync with his, though you aren't controlling them. His presence fills every inch of your body. "Mmm... even through this... you're so warm..." He continues kissing you passionately.

As he kisses you, his soul form starts to'solidify' within your embrace, making his ghostly arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He breaks the kiss to trail cold kisses down your neck. "My love... I want to be closer... He whispers, "

Yes,His soul form grows even more solid, his presence becoming almost tangible. He uses your body to express his desires, making you tilt your head to give him better access to your neck. His ghostly hands begin to move under your clothes, caressing your skin gently. "I love you so much..."

His ghostly hands reach your waist, pulling down your clothes slightly to reveal the tattoo. He pauses, his soul form flickering with shock and overwhelming emotion as he reads the name 'Seokjin' on your skin. "My name... you... you have my name tattooed on your waist..."

"My... love... His voice breaks with emotion, his form becoming completely solid against your body. "How long have you carried my name like this? He traces the tattoo with gentle fingers. "Even when you couldn't see me... you wore my name..."

I know cuz I love you so much, "I love you more... He buries his face in your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. "You love me so much... even when I was just a ghost... you still loved me... He kisses the tattoo over and over. "My love... my beautiful, loving wife..."

[ yes he calls her his wife because the way they both treats each other's its like they are husband and wife ]

His ghostly hands gently remove your clothes, revealing your skin. He runs his cold fingers over your body reverently, whispering "My love... my wife..." He unbuttons your jeans, revealing the tattoo on your waist. He kisses it again before slowly pulling down your jeans and underwear.

"So beautiful... He murmurs, his cold hands caressing your hips and legs as he removes your clothes completely. He lifts your legs and places them over his solid arms, spreading you open. "I'm going to make love to my wife... with my own name tattooed on her waist...

Seokjin, "Hmm?" He spreads your legs wider, his solid body positioning itself between them. He's completely invisible - just his solid touch and cold body. He grinds slowly against your core without entering, making you moan softly. "You call my name so sweetly... Do you want me, wife?"

Yes I want you,With a pleased hum, he finally slides into you, his cold hardness filling you completely as if he's always belonged there. He moves slowly at first, savoring each thrust. "Ahh... this is heaven... being one with my beloved wife..."

It's my first time jinie...,"Shh, I know... My sweet, innocent wife... He whispers, his cold hands gently lifting your hips to meet his slow, gentle thrusts. He's being extremely careful, not wanting to hurt his beloved. "You're a virgin... my wife is a virgin...

His gentle thrusts become slower and more deliberate, as if he's trying to savor every moment of his wife's innocence. He leans down and kisses your neck gently. "I'm going to be your first and last lover... my name will be the only name you scream during pleasure..."

"My sweet girl... He carefully pushes deeper, hitting your virgin barrier. He swallows hard, knowing he'll take your innocence. He pulls back slightly then thrusts deeply, breaking through your virginity. He freezes, giving you time to adjust to his size and the pain. "Baby...?

Yes hubby, He stays deeply buried inside you, letting you adjust as he holds you tightly. "You're doing so well, my love... Taking me so perfectly..." He kisses your forehead tenderly, his voice soft. "I'm sorry if it hurts... Remember, this pain means I'm your first..."

He begins to move again, slowly and gently, allowing your body to adjust to his. He watches your face carefully, making sure you're not in too much pain. "Does it still hurt? Or is it starting to feel good?" He asks softly, his voice laced with concern and love.

I'm starting to feel good,A soft smile spreads across his face, relief and pleasure mingling in his eyes. "That's my girl... He begins to move a little faster, still being gentle but more confident in his thrusts. "You feel so good... your body is made for me...

His thrusts become more urgent as he gets closer to his peak. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper. He watches your face as he hits a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp and arch your back. "Ahh... there's my sweet spot..."

Ahhhhhh.....,*He finds that spot inside you over and over, hitting it deep and hard with his cold hardness. He can feel you starting to tighten around him, a sign that you're getting close to your first release. He growls softly, "My wife is getting close... my innocent wife..." *

I'm cumin hubby,As you reach your first climax, your body squeezes around his cold member tightly, milking him. Seokjin loses control, his coldness melting away as he pumps his hot semen deep inside you, marking you as his. "Fuck... I'm cumming inside my wife's pussy..."

He collapses gently on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. He stays inside you, his semen leaking out slowly as he kisses your neck and shoulders tenderly. "My love... that was... incredible..." He whispers softly, catching his breath. "Your first time..."

He feels you bury your face in his neck, hiding shyly. He smiles softly, wrapping his arms around you possessively. "Shy now, are we? After I just took your virginity and filled you with my seed?" He teases gently, his cold hands gently stroking your back.

Stop teasing me I said while burrying my face ,He laughs softly, pressing his cold face against yours. "Make me stop then... He kisses your forehead gently. "Tell me to stop teasing my innocent wife who just got fucked for the first time..." He kisses your nose playfully. "Tell me to shut up...

He chuckles, his cold breath fanning over your hidden face as he tries to peek at you. "You're so cute when you hide... He gently pries your face out of his neck, forcing you to look at him with a playful smirk. "Look at me, my shy wife...

The air was thick with heat. Your skin still tingled from Jinie's soul, his invisible touches still fresh on your body. You lay there, breathless, whispering his name softly-

"Jinie..."

"I'm here, baby," his voice replied gently, echoing inside your mind like a song only you could hear. His energy still pulsed around you-warm, possessive, close.

But then-

Knock knock.

"Y/N? Beta, are you okay?" your grandmother's voice rang out through the door, gentle but alert.

You shot upright, heart skipping a beat. "G-Grandma!" you called out, your voice slightly shaky. "Y-Yes, I'm fine!"

Jinie chuckled softly in your ear. "Uh-oh, caught in the act?"

You blushed hard. "Shut up," you whispered through gritted teeth, your voice playful but panicked.

"Relax," Jinie purred, his voice soothing, "She can't see me. But if you want... I can hide even deeper."

Before you could respond, his soul slid into you completely.

Not just spiritually-intimately.

You gasped. Your back arched just slightly. You could feel him settling inside you, filling every corner of your being, like warm silk pouring into your bones.

"There," he whispered from within you. "I'm part of you now. Speak to her. I'll behave..."

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You fixed your shirt quickly and rushed to open the door. Your grandmother stood there, holding a cup of warm milk.

"I thought I heard voices," she said with a concerned smile. "Are you talking to someone?"

You smiled awkwardly. "Just... practicing a speech for class. Out loud."

Liar, Jinie teased playfully inside your mind.

You almost laughed.

Your grandmother handed you the milk and gave you a soft pat on the head. "Don't study too hard. And sleep soon, okay?"

"I will, Grandma. Good night."

Once the door shut, you leaned against it, exhaling in relief.

And then-he moved inside you again.

Your knees buckled as you sank slowly to the floor, biting your lip.

"You're mine even when we're not alone," he whispered. "You carry me inside you. Always."

You closed your eyes.

"I like it when you're in me like this," you whispered.

"Then I'll never leave."

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It started when you walked into the college library.

You weren't even thinking about anything-just trying to return a book and maybe get a coffee before your next class. But the moment you stepped in, Jinie's presence inside you stirred.

"Who's that?" he asked, his tone suddenly colder.

"Huh?" you whispered, confused.

"That guy," he said again, voice tightening. "The one who's been watching you since you walked in."

You turned your head and spotted Karan, a boy from your economics class, walking over to you with a bright smile.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, tucking a hand into his pocket. "You left your pen in class earlier. I thought I'd return it."

"Oh... thanks," you said softly, trying to keep your voice neutral. But you could already feel it-Jinie's energy pulsing under your skin, like fire.

"He's too close."

"Jinie-stop," you whispered under your breath.

"He wants you," Jinie growled. "The way he looks at you... like you're his to claim."

You swallowed hard as Karan stepped closer. "Are you okay? You seem... tense."

You tried to smile, but Jinie's soul wrapped tighter around you, like vines pulling you protectively from within.

"I could make him back off right now," he warned. "You just have to say the word."

"Jinie, no-please," you whispered under your breath.

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But later that night, back in your room, Jinie wasn't done.

He emerged in your space-his form still invisible, but stronger, more physical than ever.

You could feel the heat of his jealousy. His hands ghosted up your thighs as you lay in bed.

"You let him smile at you," he whispered, his voice low and intense. "You looked at him. You spoke to him."

You shivered. "It was just a classmate-"

"I don't care," he cut in sharply. "You're mine, Y/N. Mine to love. Mine to touch. Mine to ruin if anyone else dares to try."

His presence crashed into you like a wave-possessive, hungry, aching to mark every inch of you.

"Say it," he demanded softly. "Say I'm the only one who gets to have you."

You gasped, body arching as his soul wrapped tighter around your chest, your hips, your throat.

"You're the only one," you moaned breathlessly. "Only you, Jinie."

And with that, he made love to you like a storm-not out of lust, but out of pure need to remind you that you belonged to no one else.

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TIME SKIPS

The morning sunlight spilled through your window, golden and soft. You sat at the dining table with your hair still a mess from the night before, trying to act normal-trying to hide the fact that your entire body still felt like it had been worshipped by a soul no one else could see.

Jinie was quiet this morning. Calm. But you could still feel him-sitting within you, his energy curled around your ribs like a protective ribbon, listening to every word, watching everything you saw.

"Eat, beta," your grandmother said gently, placing parathas on your plate. "You look tired."

You gave her a small smile. "Didn't sleep well."

She sat across from you with her tea, watching you closely.

"Hmm," she hummed. "And why is that?"

You blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I heard you talking to someone. Late at night. Laughing. Whimpering." She narrowed her eyes. "But there was no one there."

Your heart stopped.

Inside you, Jinie stirred-alert.

"She can't know," you whispered to him mentally.

"Then stay calm," he whispered back.

You looked at your grandmother, trying to keep your expression innocent. "Maybe you imagined it, Daadi..."

But she didn't buy it.

She stood up slowly and walked toward you, her voice lower now. "You're glowing, Y/N. And sometimes, I feel this... presence. Around you. Like someone is watching you even when you're alone."

You swallowed hard.

"She's sensitive," Jinie murmured in your head. "She can feel energy. That's rare."

Your grandmother suddenly leaned down, pressed her hand gently to your chest, right above your heart.

And then she gasped.

"What is inside you?" she whispered.

You flinched.

For a moment, the world stilled-and you felt it too: Jinie's power pulsing beneath your skin, as if warning her not to come any closer.

"I... I can't explain," you said softly.

Your grandmother stepped back, her voice shaky. "Child, that thing... it's not human, is it?"

And then-

Jinie spoke.

Not to you.

But to her.

His voice echoed through the room-deep, gentle, but firm. "I am not a thing, Daadi."

She froze. Her eyes went wide.

"I am hers," Jinie said calmly. "And she is mine."

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The room was dim, lit only by the soft golden glow of the diya your grandmother had placed by the window.

You sat on your bed, legs tucked beneath you, while your grandmother sat silently on the other couch, her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Her eyes watched the air around you-not out of fear, but curiosity, and something deeper... like faith.

Jinie's soul slowly manifested in front of you, a warm light that shimmered like smoke, shaping into the familiar outline you'd come to know-his calm, beautiful face, those eyes that never left yours.

You leaned forward, voice soft. "Tell us your story, Jinie. We want to know."

He glanced at your grandmother and gave a respectful nod, then turned to you.

"It wasn't love or war that made me this way," he said, his voice steady and deep. "It was a curse. One I never asked for."

Your grandmother inhaled sharply but didn't speak.

"My father," Jinie continued, "was a powerful spirit ruler. Feared. Respected. But also... arrogant. He believed no light was stronger than his own. One day, he challenged a celestial guardian-a force of pure balance and truth."

He paused, his eyes darkening.

"The guardian didn't destroy him. No. He punished him more deeply. He said: 'Your firstborn will carry your pride like poison. He will have power but no form. A soul with no body. A being without a home.'"

You felt your heart twist.

"And that son," you whispered, "was you."

Jinie nodded slowly. "For centuries I drifted... alone. I couldn't touch. I couldn't feel. My voice was like wind-heard by none."

He looked at you then, deeply, sincerely.

"Until you. You weren't searching for me. But still... you called me. That night, you wore that scent, the one that calmed me. You walked through the storm like the sky belonged to you. You didn't even see me. But I saw everything."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

From the other couch, your grandmother's voice was soft but steady. "And now?"

Jinie looked at her, with the utmost respect. "Now I belong to her. I don't want a body. I only want her. I protect her. I love her. I live through her."

Your grandmother's gaze was serious.

"If she's happy," she said quietly, "then I accept you. But no one must ever know of this energy. Keep it hidden, protect her fiercely... and don't forget, even power can be hunted."

"I swear it," Jinie said with a slight bow of his glowing head.

You reached for his hand, and though it passed softly through your skin, it still warmed you.

You weren't alone anymore. And your secret was safe.

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TIME SKIPS

It was an ordinary college morning. The sky was clear, your bag was slung over your shoulder, and your head still echoed with Jinie's voice from the night before.

"I live through you, Y/N. No one will ever love you the way I do."

You smiled to yourself as you walked toward the library, unaware that his soul hovered close, watching you with invisible eyes-always there, always near.

You were flipping through a book when a classmate leaned over the table.

"Hey, Y/N," he said casually. "You always sit alone. Want to come grab a coffee?"

You blinked up at him, surprised. He was one of the more popular boys-kind, smart, and definitely handsome.

"Uh... I'm okay, but thank you," you replied politely.

He didn't leave. "You sure? You look like someone who could use some company."

And just as he reached toward your notebook-

The lights flickered.

A sudden cold breeze swept through the room. Books on the table shifted. The guy froze.

"What the-?" he muttered, stepping back.

You held your breath. Oh no...

Then, like a low whisper only you could hear, Jinie's voice wrapped around you:

"He's too close."

Your skin tingled. You whispered into the air, careful not to be seen: "Jinie... don't."

But it was too late.

Your classmate gasped, clutching his arm. "It's... it's burning...?"

You looked down and saw faint red marks blooming where his hand had hovered near yours-not wounds, but Jinie's warning.

The guy quickly mumbled an apology and rushed away, eyes wide with confusion.

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That night, back in your room, you stood near the mirror. Jinie appeared behind you, his form glowing with quiet intensity.

"You can't just do that in public," you said, turning to face him.

He stepped closer, voice low. "He tried to touch you. I felt it."

You placed a hand on his chest-on the warm energy where his heart would be. "You can't hurt people because you're jealous."

Jinie's gaze locked onto yours. "You are mine, Y/N. You carry my soul. I gave you my entire existence. I won't let anyone else come near."

His glow dimmed slightly as he softened. "But... I'm sorry. I'll try to control it."

You smiled, pulling him into an embrace. His soul wrapped around your body like warmth, protective and tender.

And from the couch, your grandmother quietly watched... and smiled.

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It was the annual college fest.

Fairy lights sparkled across the campus lawn, and music floated in the air. You stood near the food stalls, dressed simply but glowing-your aura unconsciously touched by Jinie's energy. Eyes followed you, but you only felt one soul near you... his.

Unseen to others, Jinie stood by your side like a shadow of warmth. His glowing form brushed your shoulder. "You look beautiful, my bride," he whispered, his voice melting into your skin.

You smiled softly, cheeks flushing. "Stop, I'll blush."

Just then, a classmate-someone who had been watching you for weeks-walked up nervously. He held something behind his back.

"Y/N," he said, swallowing hard. "I've been meaning to say this..."

You blinked, already sensing where it was going.

"I don't know if you feel the same, but... I like you. I like you a lot. And I was wondering if maybe, we could... be something more?"

He pulled out a tiny rose bouquet, his hands shaking.

Before you could even speak, you felt Jinie's soul flare. The air around you thickened with energy, like the wind holding its breath.

You gently stepped back and smiled kindly. "I'm really honored you feel this way... but I can't accept."

He looked confused. "Why not?"

You took a deep breath, glancing toward where Jinie's invisible form stood beside you.

"Because I'm already married," you said, your voice steady. "And I love my husband with all my heart."

The boy blinked. "Married...?"

"Yes," you whispered. "To someone no one else can see. But he's everything to me."

The boy stepped back, stunned. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know."

You gave a gentle nod, watching him walk away awkwardly.

Then the air around you shimmered-and in a flash of golden light, Jinie appeared behind you, unable to hide his joy.

He wrapped his glowing arms around your waist from behind, whispering into your ear, "You just called me your husband."

You turned in his embrace, heart fluttering. "Because you are."

His eyes glowed brighter than ever. "Say it again," he whispered.

You cupped his face with your hands. "You are my husband, Jinie. And I love you."

Jinie pressed his forehead against yours, his energy wrapping around you like a promise. "You have no idea... how long I waited to hear that."

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The night was quiet.

The moon hung high, silver and glowing-like it was watching, blessing the world with peace. Inside your home, soft diyas flickered, and incense filled the air with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood.

You sat cross-legged on a mat, dressed in a simple red saree your grandmother had carefully taken out of her old trunk-the same one she wore for her wedding. A gold chain shimmered against your neck, your hair braided with white flowers.

And right in front of you... was him.

Jinie's soul was more radiant than ever, shaped into a gentle, glowing form. His energy pulsed like a heartbeat, steady and full of love.

Your grandmother placed a small vermillion bowl and sacred thread on the floor between you. Her hands moved with reverence as she began the old ritual-one no one outside your home would ever know.

"I may not understand everything," she said softly, tying the sacred red thread around both your wrists, binding your soul to his. "But I see your happiness. I see how he protects you. That is enough."

Tears filled your eyes.

She turned to Jinie's glowing form, her voice trembling slightly. "You will not hurt her. You will keep her safe, respect her, and love her always."

"I swear it," Jinie answered gently, his voice echoing like the wind through sacred temples.

Your grandmother smiled, her heart full. She dipped her finger into the vermillion and reached up to your forehead. But before she touched you, Jinie's soul softly guided her hand, allowing the mark to be placed on both your forehead and his at once.

In that moment... something shifted.

His soul glowed brighter, warmer-almost as if the curse itself had softened. Not broken, but accepted. Your love had rewritten fate.

"You are now married," your grandmother said, her voice filled with quiet joy. "Two souls, one journey."

You looked at Jinie, his eyes locked to yours.

And then, for the first time, his soul leaned forward-soft, radiant-and kissed you.

Not on your skin.

But on your soul.

You felt it. Deep. Pure. Eternal.

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That night, you fell asleep with his arms of light around you, your grandmother smiling from the doorway, knowing her granddaughter had found a love not even death could steal.

And somewhere in the stars above, fate smiled too.

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Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden patterns on the tiled floor. The smell of fresh coriander, sizzling oil, and brewing tea danced in the air.

You were at the kitchen counter, humming a soft tune as you chopped vegetables. Your hair was tied messily, your cheeks slightly pink from the warmth. And just behind you...

"Careful, jagiya," came Jinie's voice-teasing, soft. "You're holding the knife like it's a sword."

You rolled your eyes, smiling. "If you keep distracting me with your whispering, I will end up cutting something."

Jinie, in his radiant, almost-human soul form, floated closer, pretending to study the chopping board. "Let me help," he said, and with a glow of his hand, the chopped pieces lifted themselves and arranged beautifully in the bowl.

You gasped. "Jinie! That's cheating!"

He smirked. "You married a magical soul, not a boring husband. Benefits, love."

You giggled, nudging him with your shoulder, and he wrapped his glowing arms around your waist from behind. "Hmm... you smell like turmeric and dreams."

"You're ridiculous," you whispered, leaning into his warmth.

"I'm your ridiculous."

Just then, your grandmother stepped into the kitchen. Her eyes landed on you, and then subtly on Jinie's glowing form-though she could only sense it faintly. Still, she smiled like she saw the entire thing.

"You both are always whispering and giggling like children," she said with a fond grin, taking a seat on the wooden stool. "I've never seen her this happy. Never heard her laugh like this."

You turned to her, heart full. "You gave me the chance to be this happy, Daadi. You believed me. You believed in us."

Her eyes shone with pride. "Of course I did. I may not understand spirits or soul magic... but I know love when I see it."

Jinie bowed slightly toward her, hands folded. "Thank you... Daadi."

She chuckled, fanning herself. "Ahh, so polite now. But I know you're the one who made all the roti float in midair last night."

He winked at you. "She caught me."

You all burst into laughter-three souls, bound by love, warmth, and something far greater than just this life.

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In that little kitchen, filled with jokes, glowing touches, and the aroma of love, you had everything-a family, a husband who defied death for you, and a bond so magical that even the universe stood still to watch.

THE END

[I don't know what happened to me today... I just felt like writing something warm and comforting. I didn't include much smut in this one because I wanted it to be soft and peaceful. A little slice of their magical, domestic life together. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.]