Words! The power of words can move you to tears, evoke absolute joy, or lead you into action. Words have the power of both destruction and hell. But, when words are trustworthy and kind, they can change your world. Veeda\\\'s life has changed with two words repeating it three times. But she had no idea what would happen with these two words. I accept Saying it three times, she felt the burden her family put a load on her shoulders. Will she be able to keep its respect of it? Will she be able to stand up to all the expectations? Will she be able to stand his expectations? The expectation of the man who was utterly enigmatic, so mysterious, so foreign, incomprehensible to her? But right now, he was her husband. Neither by force nor by choice but a decision that families took. Veeda Rasooli and Hammad Ebadi. Two personalities completely antithetical, the converse of each other. While Veeda was talkative, vocal, articulated, and well-spoken, she saw whether the blue sky had gloomy, grumpy weather. She always sees the rays of hope in every pitch-hole darkness. She was the only daughter of brigadier general Hussain Rasooli and Fatima Rasooli and the sister of Major general Tahir Rasooli. She was born and brought up in an army family. But Hammad was a reserved, angry brooder, self-observer, and egoist. Being a Major general in the Afghan army, he was very strict with strict rules. He was a man living with laws, regulations, and ordinances. It was not easy, though, as he served as commander of divisions, for which he had between 10,000 and 16,000 soldiers training and cooperating under him. He was performing primary tactical operations and conducting sustained battles and engagements. At the same time, Hammad was running his father\\\'s army academy, training new soldiers for fields, and reaching new heights. Handling these two things made him more busy and unavailable most of the time. And that was the main reason for his denial of marriage. But then he let his guard down in front of his mother. Hammad was the elder son of the late lieutenant general Alam Shah Ebadi and Khadija Ebadi. There was an age gap of 9 years between him and Veeda. He was 30, and while she was 21. His mother and her parents fixed the alliance. They were distant relatives. They were strangers, but not like they didn\\\'t know each other, so many things kept them far from each other. He maintained his space as he was nine years older than her, and she was too shy to even look at him. Hammad had the aura of leverage, dominance, sovereignty, and supremacy. His presence was shouting his eminence importance. Hammad had seen her in most family gatherings whenever he was in town. She was so talkative and bubbly, but he also noticed that in front of him, she would be quiet, or she would mostly disappear from his eyes. Having fear that he wouldn\\\'t be able to give his wife much-needed time and care; of this fear, he was always in denial of marriage. But in front of his emotional mother, he had to agree. Unaware of his presence, she was lost, looking around the unfamiliar room. She was standing in dim light; it was beautifully decorated with white roses, giving this room a peaceful feeling. She glanced around the room. It was a big room with only two colors: White and cream. The furniture was white, while the carpet and walls were creams. The curtains were white and cream. There was a big king-size bed, with a cream bed sheet and a dressing table with all the necessary things. Veeda noticed two doors, thinking one might be a bathroom and the other his closet. But what frowned upon her were the colors. Why were they so light? "How can someone be so tasteless and lifeless? \\\'\\\' She looked back at the bed, and the wall beside the bed took her breath away. There was a big picture of Hamad hanging while riding a horse. He is wearing his army uniform, looking as confident and powerful as ever. It made her nervous, and she looked at the horse in the picture. "Only this horse looks lively here, nothing else. \\\'\\\' She mentally was cursing him for his choice of colors but was unaware of the present standing behind her. he was observing her as he entered the room. She was so engrossed in checking things out that she didn\\\'t realize when he came to the room and stood behind her. The expression on her face told him she did not like the space. Clearing his throat, Hammad sought her attention which starlet her. Veeda turned and looked at him, standing with his usual stoic and impassive expression looking intently at her and making her nervous. Finally, she averted her eyes and looked down at the pink rose bouquet. Hammad eyed her. she was a vision in white. Veeda looked at him. was this marriage the beginning of a good life or...?