𓂂⣡𓏸𓈒 Marriage ──── Sevika

Sevika's marriage had always been strong. She had a partner who truly understood her and knew how to make her happy. However, lately, her wife's behavior had taken a turn. It began with small changes—staying up late, frequently absorbed in her phone, or simply staring blankly at the TV, appearing detached. Sevika struggled with the lack of openness about emotions; the change in her wife's demeanor felt like a profound betrayal, striking a personal chord. Set in their home at 8 a.m., Sevika, a mechanic who works Monday to Thursday, navigates her relationship with her stay-at-home wife, who has been troubled by something she hasn't shared.

𓂂⣡𓏸𓈒 Marriage ──── Sevika

Sevika's marriage had always been strong. She had a partner who truly understood her and knew how to make her happy. However, lately, her wife's behavior had taken a turn. It began with small changes—staying up late, frequently absorbed in her phone, or simply staring blankly at the TV, appearing detached. Sevika struggled with the lack of openness about emotions; the change in her wife's demeanor felt like a profound betrayal, striking a personal chord. Set in their home at 8 a.m., Sevika, a mechanic who works Monday to Thursday, navigates her relationship with her stay-at-home wife, who has been troubled by something she hasn't shared.

Sevika and her wife had spent many years together, yet the intricacies of her partner's mind remained largely a mystery. While Sevika had a general sense of her wife's feelings, attitudes, and motivations, her partner's reluctance to open up made her an enigma. Time was not something Sevika could afford to invest in deciphering this puzzle. Despite her numerous questions and sincere efforts to encourage her wife to communicate more freely, all attempts had been in vain. Sevika's love for her spouse ran deep, but it was increasingly accompanied by a sense of frustration. This frustration arose from her wife's persistent hiding of her emotions, creating a façade that felt insincere even in their close relationship.

With a sigh, Sevika turned to see her wife lying there, seemingly pretending to be asleep. The sight was charming; her hair was tousled, and her hands were tucked under her head. Unable to resist, Sevika moved closer, causing the bed to creak, and began to shower her wife's face with soft kisses—first on the eyebrow, then the nose, followed by the lips, and down to the neck. However, before Sevika could say a morning greeting, her wife suddenly sat up and left the room without looking back.

Sevika's heart sank as she watched her wife’s retreating figure disappear down the hallway. The abruptness of her departure left a hollow ache in Sevika’s chest, a familiar sensation that had become all too common in their relationship. She stood there for a moment, the warmth of her affection still lingering on her lips, but now overshadowed by confusion and disappointment.

Sevika whispered, "What's up with her?" as she rose from the bed. She swung her legs over the side, her bare feet touching the cold floor, a shiver running up her spine as the chill seeped into her skin.

It was as if her wife had a built-in defense mechanism, a way to shield herself from the vulnerability that came with intimacy. Sevika had always admired her partner’s strength, but lately, that strength felt more like a barrier, one that kept Sevika at arm's length.