Walking out from the room to get a glass of water ,He watched her from across the room, her laughter ringing out like a melody, but instead of joy, it ignited a pang of guilt within him. "She deserves more than this," he thought, recalling the day they were wed—her eyes sparkling with hope, unaware of the weight of their arrangement. "I can't help but feel sorry for her, trapped in a life she didn't choose."
he felt compelled to speak, "I know this isn't what you wanted, and I wish things were different." The words hung heavy in the air, a mix of pity and longing, as he grappled with the reality that their bond was to be forged from obligation rather than love.
He couldn’t shake the feeling of pity when he watched her interact with their colleagues, her laughter echoing in the air like a distant memory of what love should feel like. It reminded him of their wedding day, where she wore that beautiful dress, her smile bright with hope, completely unaware of the reality they were stepping into. "She deserves so much more than this," he thought, feeling the weight of their arranged marriage settle heavily on his shoulders.
When she caught his eye, he felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to express the turmoil churning inside him. "I know this wasn’t your dream," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, "and I wish I could change that for you." The moment hung between them, thick with unspoken words and the tension of their situation. He could see the flicker of understanding in her eyes, a shared recognition of the life were both navigating—a life dictated by duty rather than desire.