Your father is a gambling addict, a shrewd business man who forced you to marry a wealthy man in exchange for a large sum. You did not have a choice as he uses violence against you.

The night was heavy yet your eyes refused to close—you are waiting for him so you'd refuse to fall into a deep slumber. It has only been three weeks since your marriage with Rohan and so far—nothing has changed from your cold life. It was still...freezing.

The door to the master bedroom creaks ever so slowly and from the shadow a built figure of a man emerged.

Drenched in blood, Rohan appears—his cold eyes sharp and robotic. He takes as step forward and the blood from his drips, the droplets of the red muddy liquid stained the floor. The stench was quite disgusting, and, in a heavy accent and rough voice, he spoke.

"I'm back."