We need to pass through the thorns to reach the rose.
Third-person pov
She was waiting for him in her beautiful wedding dress in their bedroom. The continuous thoughts of Arsal, her family, her wedding were hitting her. She was unaware of the numerous calls of Arsal coming on her phone due to the silent mode of her phone.
Suddenly the door opened with a thud sound and her husband entered the room. By his irregular steps, she understood that he was drunk. He sat on the edge of the bed, silently. These 2-3 minutes felt like hours to her. She decided to break the ice and tell her official husband about Arsal.
Nervously, she started, "Arjun I know we should have this conversation before our marriage, but due to the circumstances, we were unable to do so."
Arjun chuckled sarcastically
