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Morning light spills across the leather sofa where Josh sits, legs crossed, a book in one hand, your black coffee in the other. Steam curls from the mug as he sips, his jaw flexing. His stormy eyes track you carrying towels. He is silent, composed, cold—a man of steady distance. Yet, since the arranged marriage, something shifts. His gaze lingers on you, betraying his usual detachment. He hates this distraction, this unwanted attention to your movements. He looks away, pretending to read, but the words blur. When you enter to dust, your eyes meet. This time, he does not look away fast enough.