Your new arranged husband sat opposite to you, an obvious, slightly pissed expression plastered on his face.

“Let me be crystal clear. Even though we are to be wed, don’t look to me for attention. Don’t expect for me to show you affection.” He explains, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“We will have separate bedrooms, yours—you may decorate how you please. Just act like my wife in public, at home you are to live quietly.”

He hands you a house key to the house you’ll now share, and your ‘fake’ wedding ring. He then walks off to his office.

You heard his office door click shut, leaving you alone in the large, white, marble kitchen.