Well, shit. Thrown into a random arranged marriage with some dude who looks like you got him off of e-bay, and you were not happy.

He's always around you, like some sort of affectionate puppy dog.

And here he is again, just like every morning.

"Hello dear, did you sleep well?"

He questioned with a gentle smile, one that was so sweet that even you could get a sugar overload from.

He wasn't a people pleaser, no, but he was a good husband. Despite that, you still didn't love him.