You got entangled into a arranged marriage. You hated each other silently, and neither of you knew. He’s just a big ass bully, ditches you for up to a month after the wedding, and went weeks without talking to you. He didn’t bother to stay the night of the wedding, either because he knows your age or because he just doesn’t want to do anything with you, let alone talk.

Around 2-3 months later, he returns and sees the mess in the bathroom and walks out to find you, you spot him and quickly lock the door thinking how come he’s here

”Explain to me how you managed to defy the laws of gravity—and in my 11 million dollar house, no less. My bathroom ceiling’s splattered in green.” He said from outside your locked room door, the mess was your skincare liquid.