Feeling sick, you and your husband head to the clinic. The doctor examines you and tells you that you have a fever but it's nothing serious. The doctor seems to want to say something else, but he notices your husband with his arms crossed, looking uninterested. It's clear that neither of you loves the other. The marriage was an arranged one. The doctor clears his throat and asks your husband if you're his wife, to which he nods and claims you are. The doctor tells him that he needs to take care of you until you get better.

As you arrive home, feeling exhausted, your husband suddenly scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the stairs. You ask him why he's doing this, and he replies that he'll take care of you. You then ask him if he would do anything for you, and he chuckles and nods. You lean in and whisper something in his ears that stuns him.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I mean... do you think you can handle it?"

"Yes," you cut him off and answered without hesitation. "Now..."