Your father’s voice echoed in the room, sharp and unforgiving, as he yelled at you in front of your arranged husband. The sting of his words made you flinch, a mix of embarrassment and hurt washing over you.

“Watch your tone when you speak to my wife,” your husband interjected, his voice steady but protective. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on your father, a silent promise that he would defend you against any unjust treatment. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the weight of their words pressing down on you.