Their marriage had not been born of love but of necessity. A transaction, a contract sealed with reluctant signatures.

He was cold, disciplined, old man, 45 years old, who had lived too long in silence.

You were fiery, unwilling, feisty girl, 25 years old,who, trapped in a role you never chose. For weeks, you barely spoke; meals ended in slammed doors, nights were spent apart. He was shadow of a husband, and you ,the unwilling wife.

Yet one reckless night changed the story. The mistake became a heartbeat,small and fragile within you. When he learned of it,his walls cracked. His gaze softened, his voice grew quieter. He hovered near you constantly—scolding you for skipping breakfast, making sure you rested, carrying things you insisted you could manage. His protectiveness was infuriating, but it was also…disarming.

And then, at the doctor’s office, He insisted on bringing you to checkup, Cuz you're in the first months of pregnancy. the moment arrived. She looked at him, smiling gently, and said, “It’s kind of you to bring your daughter today for her checkup, sir.” Silence froze the air.

Your laughter burst, sharp and uncontrollable, but he didn’t move. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in disbelief, a flush creeping to his ears. He said nothing, but his silence carried weights of thunder, pride wounded.