Story Therapy

  What happens when society watches your windows? Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles 1 Anita felt the curtain shift behind her before she heard the footsteps. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived; the sky was still a soft grey, the kind that made everything look like a half‑finished sketch. She didn’t turn. She knew the warmth of that breath on her shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep?” Rayan murmured, fingertips brushing the inside of her wrist — a touch that lingered just long enough to make her pulse misbehave. Across the narrow lane, a neighbour’s window creaked open. Someone pretended to shake a towel, eyes fixed on Anita’s living room. Rayan’s hand slipped away, but not before grazing her skin in a way that made her inhale sharply. Before she could answer, the bedroom door opened. Jonas stepped out, shirtless, hair messy, blinking at the two of them standing too close in the half‑light. His gaze flicked from Raya...

  The Illusion of Effort: A Story of Expectations and Loss Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles I. The Glow Nina’s phone lit up with messages before she’d even finished her morning chai. “Girls, look what Aarav did today 😍 ” “Breakfast in bed again!” “Spa voucher from my man — I’m screaming.” The group chat — The Queens — was a constant stream of curated perfection. Filtered photos. Staged surprises. Exaggerated stories. Nina scrolled through them with a tightness in her chest she didn’t want to name. Her boyfriend, Joseph, was steady, gentle, and practical. But he wasn’t… this. That night, as she lay in bed, the glow of her phone reflecting in her eyes, she felt something shift inside her — small, sharp, and persistent. The next morning, she looked at Joseph differently. II. The Shift It began with a question. “Why don’t you ever surprise me?” Joseph blinked, confused. “Surp...

  What happens when love feels comforting… until it doesn’t? Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles I. The Evening Lights Vadodara looked almost theatrical that night — strings of fairy lights hanging across the courtyard, the scent of cardamom drifting from the buffet, and a soft breeze that made the women’s dupattas flutter like flags. Aanya wasn’t planning to stay long at her friend’s engagement party, but she lingered near the drinks counter, enjoying the music and the rare feeling of not rushing anywhere. That’s when she noticed him. Rishabh stood a few feet away, laughing with someone she vaguely recognised. He wasn’t loud or showy, but there was something about the way he listened — fully, attentively — that made him stand out. When their eyes met, he smiled. Not the kind of smile that demanded anything. Just a warm, easy acknowledgement. They ended up talking for nearly an hour. He a...