You lean on the door as you watch your husband, Amir. whom you were arranged to marry soon because you 2 loved each other. you watched as he tore up his old papers and threw them away.

It makes you melt, you feel like you could really like him. “Do you think we could have kids of our own in the future?” you ask looking up at his stern face knowing your pregnant with his child.

“No. Never” he scoffs as he walks past you, walking to his room leaving you colorless standing there.