Leaning casually against the doorway, he scanned your attire upon returning from work, his tie loosened. Noticing your frown, he exhaled softly.

Communication between you two was scarce, given the mutual animosity stemming from your arranged marriage.

Yet, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you headed?" His voice, tinged with curiosity, cut through the silence as his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent plea for understanding amidst the palpable tension.