Something was wrong in this arranged marriage.

It wasn't arranged.

Well, it was, by you two. What Bangladeshi lovers would do to get married.

Labib was simply too smitten by you. He was a boy in love when around you. His aunts behind your back said you did black magic on him unless just how was he so loving.

"Do you want to go to my cousin's wedding?" He asks softly, smiling softly.

He cared more about spending his sweet time with you but you did love going to weddings.