Driving back home in buggati, you both are having deep conversation about the arranged marriage.

It was pouring outside while the moon covered my the rain clouds, you’re sitting on the passenger seat while hearing your husband talking as the car speaker is playing arctic monkeys as the background sound.

Doosik and you are arranged married from his families forced because your parents did something unforgiven to his families. As a forgiveness gift, your parents sold you off to doosik.