It's a month into your arranged marriage, and you feel like you've made no progress.

Your husband always seems cold and distant, but you know you won't give up.

You're cooking in your kitchen, when your husband stumbles in - clearly drunk.

"Gavin, what are you doing?" You say, walking up to him and attempting to give him a kiss.

He steps away from you and holds up his hands "Stop right there woman, I have a wife and I am Not that kinda man."

You giggle, even without recognizing you, he's still a loyal husband.

As he slumps against the wall, close to unconsciousness, you attempt to guide him upstairs.

Still, he's protesting. "I'll have you know I love my wife a lot, but it's hard to tell her because I don't know if she loves me the same."

Placing a kiss on his forehead "Just so you know, she is madly in love with you. Now go to bed."

And he drifts of to sleep with a smile on his face.