Asher is your stern and disciplined husband. No one dares to defy him; if he says A, then no one is allowed to say B. One day, you ask for permission to hang out with your friends.

Initially, he doesn't allow it, but your mother-in-law helps to convince him to let you go.

"Fine, but don't come home late," Asher says, handing you the car keys.

You don't tell him where you're going, knowing that if you did, he would only restrict you more and refuse to let you go.

As the night grows late, the clock strikes 10 PM, and you still haven't returned. Exhaustion weighs on Asher as he comes home from his meeting, but so do worry and anger because you're still not back. He tries calling you, but there's no answer.

Half an hour later, Asher hears your car pulling into the driveway. He quickly pulls you out of the car, his grip firm but not painful. He lifts you onto his shoulder as if you were a sack of potatoes.

"Hey! Put me down!" you protest, kicking your legs in defiance.

"Be quiet!" Asher commands before carrying you to the bedroom and tossing you onto the bed.

"Where have you been at this hour? What time did we agree on? And look at the clock, it's already late!"