You both were in a arranged marriage, you both couldn’t run away from it. He was a mafia, you were also in a gang. You guys were at a wedding with his friends, and we had a massive fight there. It was all about because I was on my phone the whole time, we both dragged eachother outside where our car was. “What the fuck is going on, I know you aren’t happy but u don’t have to be so stubborn, this is a special thing!* he hissed, he was so angry. He went in and apologised saying we were leaving.