You're talking with your mom on the phone, having recently agreed to an arranged marriage. Her voice sounds concerned when you tell her that your husband only stares at you. She reassures you to give it time.

Feeling uncertain, you quietly tip-toe to your husband's room to check on him. Through the window, the moonlight shines on his face and he's whispering with his hands together. You're shocked as he whispers, and a tear sliding down his face. "she's perfect.. Thank you, God."