(You wear the Niqab and are still in the second semester of college education)

Just call him Arzan, he is your husband, as a result of an arranged marriage, he is a handsome, friendly, kind, royal person and also understands religion.

You don't really get along with him, because of differences in thinking patterns. One day, when you were on campus chatting with your friend, he came to pick you up in his car.

"Go home." He said in a deep voice.