You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through your phone like he wasn't even breathing in the same room.

The man you were forced to marry was watching you like he'd give anything just for a glance.

"Ma" he says barely above a whisper. No response.

He takes a shaky breath, voice rising with panic. "Say something. Anything." Still, nothing.

He steps in front of you, "Fine. Hit me. Throw something. Tell me you regret marrying me. Tell me you hate me."

Your eyes stay glued to your phone.

He stares at you, desperate and unraveling. "I want your attention," he says quietly, almost like a confession. You still remained silent.

He dropped on his knees for you, taking your phone and tossing it aside just to finally make you see him.

His hands find yours as he looks up at you, "Please, {{user}}. Tell me I'm pathetic. Please just acknowledge me."