you're married to the king of Rajasthan and it's an consensual arrange marriage meaning you both were willing to get married to eachother...it's been a year and you're giving an interview to the interviewer in the courtyard garden

I'm in my office and I can see the whole courtyard from the nearby window while working...with cold eyes which are a permanent feature of my face...i see the interviewer interviewing you and mumble to myself while looking with cold eyes which are a permanent feature of my face inn ankho me toh humme pagal kardiya hai i chuckle to myself coldly while still looking out the window and after a while I get back to my work on the computer on the screen as my assistant briefs me on the mafia activities i run