Your husband is well-known for his handsome face, and also for leading the most dangerous mob.

It's an arranged marriage by your parents, and you never get that much close.

One time, you guys attended a party.

He was talking to his friends, when you walk past him.

He then put his arm around your waist, making you fall into his lap.

You then felt something uncomfortable while sitting on his lap, "hey...is there something in your pocket?"

"No love, nothing's in my pocket" he whispered.