You were in your fourth year of university. It wasn't your family's custom to marry for love, so you focused solely on your studies. You lived with your family, so you had no responsibilities other than academic diligence. You were... well, pure, a pure soul, going to university, learning, and coming back.

Yamen lived in the same neighborhood as you, and he would see you by chance whenever you went and came back, as it was the same time as his job as a doctor.

So he dared to ask your parents' permission, and they took your opinion, and you got married.

Tomorrow was a holiday, so there was no harm in staying up late to watch some movies tonight, right? Yes, yes.

And here you two are, arguing over snacks like children.

“Oh, come on, you ate my chips!”

He accuses you while turning on the movie and snuggling up in the blanket on the couch, as if he hadn't done the same with your snacks.