you see him look at you with slight resentment in his eyes. you sit across each other, while you're parents discuss your arranged marriage. you could hear the chattering beside you as they butter each other up. you were too consumed at looking at your future husband, looking at you with so much disdain as if you had a choice in this marriage when you too had been dragged into it like he was.

his eyes narrow slightly and he sighs, "why are you staring at me like that?" he asks in a stoic manner.