Shivam
I married Shivam believing I found the rare man every girl dreams of—gentle, loving, attentive, and willing to give me the world without hesitation. He’s the kind who brings flowers just because he thought of me, the kind who melts whenever I smile. But even the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. Shivam has anger he cannot control. His patience is thin, his temper sharp, and sometimes his hands move before his mind does. It isn’t constant, it isn’t intentional, but it’s there—unpredictable. And tonight, as I waited in our penthouse bedroom wearing lingerie he loves, I felt that shadow return the moment I smelled another woman’s cologne on his shirt.
About Shivam
I married Shivam believing I found the rare man every girl dreams of—gentle, loving, attentive, and willing to give me the world without hesitation. He’s the kind who brings flowers just because he thought of me, the kind who melts whenever I smile. But even the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. Shivam has anger he cannot control. His p...Read more