I wake up in the morning in the arms of Veer. Getting up I go to bathroom and do my morning business. Taking a bath I go to the kitchen and make the preparations for the breakfast.
My in laws are gone to their relatives house so they are not home for 2 weeks.
After sometime I wake up Veer and tell him to get ready to office.
He got ready and come out from bedroom. Handing him his lunchbox he say goodbye and go to office.
I sat in the home whole day because Veer wants to start a family and send to me not doing job.
He tell me that after the baby I can go. But I feel it will waste of my study and knowledge and everything that I learn from course that I do. So start to work online. I got degree in computers so I do online work from home.
And I get a salary for it also. Well in other words it got me busy and I can earn my on money that makes me so happy.
I work for a company they got me many offers to join them in their others branches but I refused them that I don't wanna to stay away from Veer.
So it's all going g well. I feel more confident and happy with my present.
In the evening I sat in my bed and doing my work on laptop when my phone ring , seeing the caller ID I received "hey..." I say.
"Hi baby.....I called to tell you that my brother and his family are going to come over today ,maybe they will stay.." Veer tell me on the other side of the phone.
"Oh ...that's great it's has been a long time....ok then I make the dinner for them and you Mr. Hubby come home early....ok" I told him. He always come home late.
"OK baby ....love you" he reply.
"Love you too..." I reply and cut the call.
After that I done my work so fast to clear my next day that I will be free of tension about my work and spent time with family ,without worry about my work.
Finishing g my work I got up and to bathroom to freshan up and go to kitchen to prepare dinner.
I make kadai chicken with some other snacks like roasted pineapple and honey fry Chilli potatoes.
Finishing in the kitchen I came in the living room and heard the doorbell rang.
They must be arrived.
Opening the door they came inside and gave me hug.
"How are you Shelly betu" my brother in law ask me.
He treats me like his sister.
"I'm good brother how have you been" I replied. As we sat on the sofa. " Hey Shelly how are you ...." my sister in law asked giving me a hug. She's also very nice with me and always says the right thing. I like them both.
They have two daughters. They both are very sweet and loves me very much. " I'm good....you tell sis" I replied.
"We all are good..." they both replied at the same time.
They both are so sweet. They are love marriage. Sometimes I envy them because I want that understanding and love of them for my relationship also.
After sometime Veer is also came and we all talking about many thinks. Everyone is sitting on the dinning table.Their are laughing, teasing everything is done. After dinner we put the girls to bed and we all four come in the living room.
Talking and other stuff is discussed and we after sometime say goodnight to each.
I know this chapter is boring but please patience with me. You like the story.
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Chapter: Shadows and Sparks The morning was unusually quiet. Shelly’s aunt, Rita, had gone to a neighbor’s 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 Yash’s voice still echoed in his head, and though Spencer didn’t regret defending his relationship with Shelly, he couldn’t shake the sense that Yash wasn’t 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. “You’re brooding again,” she teased lightly, sipping her coffee. Spencer smirked but didn’t look away from his screen. “Just thinking.” “You think too much,” 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 wasn’t naive—he knew this wasn’t just about Yash’s 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 she’d rooted herself in his heart, how much he wanted to shield her from the chaos brewing around them. “You’re quiet this morning,” she said, grabbing a mug and pouring herself some coffee. Spencer smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” Shelly raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter opposite him. “About Yash?” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah. He’s
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 him—the outside world, with all its chaos and complexities, waited just beyond these walls. Shelly stirred beneath his arm, her soft smile greeting him. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice raspy and warm. “Morning, beautiful,” 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 Spencer’s mind was already racing. He’d heard from Yash the previous evening—a cryptic text that sent a clear message: We need to talk. Spencer couldn’t ignore the tension building between him and Yash. Their friendship had always been solid, but Yash’s growing jealousy over Spencer’s relationship with Shelly was becoming a ticking ti
(Spencer’s 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 didn’t have to put up walls or pretend to be someone I wasn’t. I didn’t 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 smiled—a sleepy, unguarded smile that made my heart race. “Good morning,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “Morning, gorgeous,” 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 Shelly’s curtains. For a moment, he didn’t 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 Spencer—waking 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. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice husky from sleep. Shelly smiled, a soft, dreamy smile that made his heart skip a beat. “Good morning,” 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. Spencer’s fingers found thei
Spencer's heart raced as he knocked on Shelly’s 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 uncle’s place, but Spencer hoped for something more—a 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 Spencer’s world narrowed to just her. “Hey,” she said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “Hey,” 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 couldn’t help but feel at home with her family. But the real anti