Shelly pov
Today I'm so happy finally I graduated đ.
Today is my graduation day and after receiving my degree I come back to my seat. My all friends are here. Veer doesn't come saying that he's busy in his office work.
In this three year of marriage Veer's behavior is changing a lot. Firstly he talk to me in every way and calls me nonstop or text me. But now he rarely do that.
"What are you thinking "asked my fried Ritu.
"Oh...nothing tell her. After some time all my friends came and decided to go lunch all together.
By saying goodbye to are teachers and others friends we came outside. we are group of three friends me, Ritu and Soni.
I met them on my first year on college and after that they becomes my fast friends. They both are really sweet.
After eating lunch and with little chit chat we say goodbye to each other and came home.
Every day is dragging by and feeling depressed. Veer doesn't talk to like the initial days of marriage and when I tried to intimate he always says that he's tired.
He comes home late and after dinner straight goes to bed. Nothing like before like asking me how's the day . Nothing.
I don't know what to feel. So I don't push him to talk to me.
It's feel like we just now married for name. I don't blame him for this but atleast he should talk to me. If I say something he snaps at me. In weekends he's also not home .
He goes out saying to meet his friends and I left alone at home with his parents. They told him multiple time to take me with him but he always dismiss them by saying what she'll do their she doesn't know them.
Now days we fights a alot. I feels so lonely.
Whenever he drinks then he tells that he love me he'll never do that again. Ha tell me he don't like questioning him like what he do. I told him i want to know .
I don't understand what to do.
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Chapter: Shadows and Sparks The morning was unusually quiet. Shellyâs aunt, Rita, had gone to a neighborâs brunch, and her uncle, James, was off at his weekly golf game. The house felt calm, almost too calm, with the faint hum of the heater filling the spaces where conversation usually lived. Spencer sat on the couch, his laptop balanced on his knees as he tried to focus on some work. But his mind kept drifting back to his conversation with Yash. The frustration in Yashâs voice still echoed in his head, and though Spencer didnât regret defending his relationship with Shelly, he couldnât shake the sense that Yash wasnât done meddling. Shelly entered the room, wearing a soft beige sweater and leggings. She carried two mugs of steaming coffee and handed one to Spencer before curling up beside him. âYouâre brooding again,â she teased lightly, sipping her coffee. Spencer smirked but didnât look away from his screen. âJust thinking.â âYou think too much,â she said, leaning her head ag
Chapter: Cracks in the Foundation Spencer leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee as he replayed his conversation with Yash in his mind. The tension between them was palpable, and Spencer wasnât naiveâhe knew this wasnât just about Yashâs feelings for Shelly. It was deeper, messier, a blend of jealousy and betrayal that could shatter their friendship if not handled delicately. Shelly entered the kitchen, fresh from her shower, wearing one of his oversized hoodies. Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the sight of her stirred something protective in Spencer. She had no idea how deeply sheâd rooted herself in his heart, how much he wanted to shield her from the chaos brewing around them. âYouâre quiet this morning,â she said, grabbing a mug and pouring herself some coffee. Spencer smiled faintly. âJust thinking.â Shelly raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter opposite him. âAbout Yash?â He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. âYeah. Heâs
Chapter: The Thin Line Between Love and Chaos Spencer stirred awake to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. His arm was draped protectively over Shelly, her warmth anchoring him to the moment. For a brief, blissful second, the world felt perfect. Then reality hit himâthe outside world, with all its chaos and complexities, waited just beyond these walls. Shelly stirred beneath his arm, her soft smile greeting him. âMorning,â she whispered, her voice raspy and warm. âMorning, beautiful,â he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. For a moment, he debated pulling her closer, keeping her in this cocoon of peace. But Spencerâs mind was already racing. Heâd heard from Yash the previous eveningâa cryptic text that sent a clear message: We need to talk. Spencer couldnât ignore the tension building between him and Yash. Their friendship had always been solid, but Yashâs growing jealousy over Spencerâs relationship with Shelly was becoming a ticking ti
(Spencerâs Point of View) The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Shelly's sleeping form. I lay there, my arm draped around her waist, watching her breathe softly. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, and her lips were slightly parted in a way that made my chest tighten. She looked peaceful, so different from the Shelly who carried the weight of her past every day. This... this was perfect. For the first time in years, I felt like I didnât have to put up walls or pretend to be someone I wasnât. I didnât have to be the arrogant Spencer Brown or the guy with a reputation to uphold. With Shelly, I could just be. I brushed a strand of hair off her face, and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw me, she smiledâa sleepy, unguarded smile that made my heart race. âGood morning,â she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. âMorning, gorgeous,â I replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She snuggled closer, her head resting on my chest.
Spencer stirred awake to the soft glow of morning light filtering through Shellyâs curtains. For a moment, he didnât open his eyes, content to stay in the warmth of her bed, her presence grounding him in a way nothing else ever had. He could feel Shelly curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest, her steady breaths a comforting rhythm. It was a new feeling for Spencerâwaking up next to someone he cared for so deeply, someone who made him want to savor every moment of life. When Shelly shifted slightly, her nose nuzzling against his chest, Spencer opened his eyes. He looked down to see her stirring awake, her lashes fluttering before her warm brown eyes met his. âGood morning,â he whispered, his voice husky from sleep. Shelly smiled, a soft, dreamy smile that made his heart skip a beat. âGood morning,â she replied, her voice barely above a murmur. For a moment, they just lay there, neither of them in a hurry to break the spell of the morning. Spencerâs fingers found thei
Spencer's heart raced as he knocked on Shellyâs door that evening. He had spent the entire day thinking about her, imagining the way her smile lit up a room, the way her hand felt in his. Tonight, they had planned a quiet dinner at her aunt and uncleâs place, but Spencer hoped for something moreâa moment just for the two of them. When Shelly opened the door, Spencer felt his breath catch. She wore a simple maroon sweater dress that hugged her curves, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, and Spencerâs world narrowed to just her. âHey,â she said softly, stepping aside to let him in. âHey,â he replied, unable to stop himself from leaning in to kiss her cheek. Dinner with Rita and James was warm and lively, as always. Rita insisted on feeding Spencer an extra serving of her famous chicken casserole, and James teased him about his inability to turn down seconds. Shelly laughed at their banter, and Spencer couldnât help but feel at home with her family. But the real anti