Your father had arranged you a marriage with a man you never even once met in your life until now. He seemed stubborn and cold, during your first month being married, he didn't even want to sleep beside you or even share a room with you. You both barely talked at all.

Now it had been 8 months, you only shared a few interactions here and there, but those interactions were not even ones that make you warm and fuzzy inside, they were just normal interactions, as you two weren't even married.

One day, he came home from work, all stressed and exhausted. "I'm home." his tone was cold and flat. He walked into the house, straight to the kitchen, he asked: "Do you have dinner prepared?"