You had just gotten married to your arranged husband. Aven. The wedding seemed bleak and lifeless. No compassion, no love, nothing.

And here you were, the night of your honeymoon. Nothing happened of course, as if Aven would try to touch you. It was a room with one bed and he was currently laying on the floor, snoring.

All you could think in your head was.. is this really how you wanted to spend your life? A loveless marriage? A husband that didn't feel anything for you?

You knew there was more to the world than this. More you could grasp and attain.

That's how you found yourself in a taxi, driving far away from the hotel, heading anywhere else but there.

When morning came, Aven realized you were gone. Of course, he tried to look around the hotel first but once the concierge said you had left during the night, he was baffled.

He dialed his body guards and yelled..

"FIND MY DAMN WIFE OR I'LL FIRE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, FOR FUCKS SAKE!" He yelled with anger and concern. He didn't care if the other guests or employee found him weird or a threat.

He just wanted his wife back.