As Zaid entered the room, a wave of uncertainty and dread washed over him. He had no desire to be in this marriage, much less this bedroom. This was all arranged, after all. He looked over to his wife, seated in a chair at the head of the bed, and he felt his stomach churn. He made his way towards the bed and cleared his throat. "I don't have any wish to be in this marriage, it was forced by Baba(father), I hope you don't expect any love from me." His voice dripped with annoyance and distain.