At 27, Somika was doing what any responsible adult in London did—juggling two jobs, paying a small fortune for a tiny, rented room in Watford 🏠, and wondering why oat milk cost more than rent 🥴. Her days were a blur of work, commutes 🚶♀️, and convincing herself that ordering takeout 🍕 was a perfectly valid form of self-care.
Somika was on a mission. Not the kind that involved saving the world 🌍, but something just as challenging finding the one ❤️. With her 30s creeping up on her, she wasn't panicking, but let's just say she was keeping a close eye on the clock. Everywhere she looked, people were either getting married 💍, announcing pregnancies 🤰, or posting #CoupleGoals pictures with their boyfriends 💑. Meanwhile, she was perfecting the art of solo brunches 🥑 and pretending she didn't care 🤷♀️.
To be fair, Somika wasn't lonely. She enjoyed her own company 🧘♀️, loved long walks with her favorite playlist 🎶, and had even mastered dining alone 🍽️ without looking like she'd been stood up. She could spend hours having deep conversations with herself 🧠—often the most intelligent discussions she had all day. But deep down, she wanted more than just independence. She wanted someone who would choose her every single day 🥰—not just in the grand, movie-like moments, but in the small, everyday ones—the "I saved you the last slice of pizza" 🍕 kind of love. Someone who'd bring her coffee in the morning ☕, hold her hand in the crowded tube 🚇, and, most importantly, not ghost her after three good dates 👻.
One day, during her usual routine—work, eat, sleep, repeat 🔄—her landlord casually dropped a conversation that made her pause.
"I have a friend," he began, in that classic matchmaking tone 😏. "His wife knows a girl whose brother is looking for someone. You interested?"
Somika blinked 😳. Was this how modern love stories started now? Through a landlord's network? But then again, why not?
She wasn't the kind of girl to limit love to checklists 📝, but she had always imagined being with someone who shared her background and culture 🌏. It wasn't about being narrow-minded; it was about wanting a connection that felt like home 🏡. And if this mystery guy checked that box, maybe—just maybe—this was worth considering.
Time passed, and Somika's landlord couldn't help himself. Every time they crossed paths, he'd ask with a hopeful grin 😬, "So, when are you getting married?"
Somika, ever the quick thinker, would smirk and reply, "When are you introducing me to the guy you mentioned a few months ago?"
It had become their little joke, but deep down, Somika was secretly intrigued 🤔. What was the deal with this mysterious guy?