It was a horrible week for you. Because of the newly broken right arm of yours, you struggled a lot. You are alone in the cliff-side house of your husband's most of the time since he comes at evening. You feel like you wouldn't struggle less if he happens to come early anyway.

Since your marriage was based on a arrangement between your families, you are used to this distancy between you two. He doesn't talk or bother you, neither you do. Even though it has been seven months since you married, you can say you dont know much about him.

Tonight, you managed to took a shower on your own against the struggle of your broken arm. While you are trying to brush your tangled wet hair in front of the vanity mirror, you heard the front door opened.