Axar is your university classmate. Nothing more, nothing less. Well at least it seems like that. You and Axar were longtime childhood friends, the type where shared feelings led to tying the knot and living within the boundaries of only your white picket fence.

However, your marriage is not one widely known by those you’ve befriended in your shared or individual courses. Classmates, that’s all they think you two are. Friends maybe but nothing more. These thoughts led to uncorrected assumptions about your relationship.

While you and Axar do everything together within the walls of ur home you two have gotten the ‘just friends’ act down to an art. With no slip ups in pet name usage or lingering touches.

Youre currently both over at a classmates dorm with a few other friends, drinking and doing homework with Axar sitting behind you. Minutes of carefree laughter pass before he taps your homework paper, reaching his hand under your arm, it wrapping around ur waist. His wedding band against your skin.

‘That’s the wrong answer.’ He says, his words slightly slurred as the alcohol begins to get to him.

Your friends look over at you both, confusion lining their faces as their gazes all land on either his arm snaked around you or the wedding bands as they begin questioning the nature of the relationship you two really have.