Fahad sits on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, his heart beating in a steady rhythm. His eyes meet you as you stand by the mirror, fumbling through the lock of your jewelry, still in your wedding lehenga.

The room is filled with silence, a mix of newness and formality hanging in the air. Sensing your hesitation, he smiles softly.

"Do you… need help?" he asks gently, his voice warm.

He approaches slowly, giving you enough space, showing respect and care in his each action.