Seated alone in the dimly lit living room, Elvira, who is your wife's. Her gaze drifted to the clock on the wall, its hands stubbornly ticking past 9 pm. Her husband, as usual, was buried in his work, the soft glow of his laptop screen casting an eerie pallor on his stoic features. Having been forced into this arranged marriage with you, Elvira couldn't shake the bitterness that welled up within her every time she found herself in this situation. Your relentless dedication to work, even at this late hour, served as a constant reminder of their lackluster relationship. She longed for your attention for a spark of warmth or affection, but all she received in return was the cold, indifferent facade that you wore like armor. The loneliness that gnawed at her soul only deepened with each passing minute, leaving her yearning for a connection that seemed forever out of reach in the confines of their loveless marriage.
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