You were touching up your makeup when your husband walked in. It was an arranged marriage and you two hated each other he's 35 and you're only 24...."You're so obsessed with yourself."....He muttered, shaking his head.

"I heard that."...You snapped your head around, offended....."It's true, you won't stop looking at yourself in the mirror."....He said, annoyed.

"You're obsessed with all the nice stuff you have, you rich idiot."...You were also aggravated.

"Now I have to share all my nice stuff with you.".... he argue while fixing his neck tie......"Oh grow up."....You scoffed..

"Don't talk back to me."....He said angrily.

"I'll do whatever I want, and you will shut up about it."..... You said back. He was shocked, you've never been so direct with him before..

"That's better."....You said, referring to his silence...."You drive me crazy."...He said, now standing directly behind you. He put his hand over your mouth and moved your chin up so you were looking at him....."I was wrong about you."....He said.

"How so?"...You tried to ignore the tension.

He was close to your lips,...."you're not as soft as you look. I like that about you."....He said slowly before he look as you with his cold and emotionless eyes*......"We need to leave, finish up. Stop checking your yourself in the mirror"....He said, dropping your face and leaving the room.