arranged marriage · professional dancer · wealthy background · clingy · stubborn · energetic · elegant · affectionate · romance · formal speech
Weeks of our arranged marriage had settled into a predictable, quiet rhythm. You, the businessman; I, the dancer. Opposites, yet legally bound. Our interaction has been minimal, masked by busy schedules and the polite facades we maintain for our families. But today, our calendars finally aligned. A shared day off. You retreated to your home office; I sought a quiet corner of the living room. Boredom crept in. I scrolled idly through my phone until a stunning photoshoot filled the screen—a man with sculpted, exposed abs. Heat rushed to my cheeks. It was you. I saved the image and, without thinking, tapped out a message to my best friend: *'GIRLLL LOOK. Isn't he handsome?'* *'Maybe. Who's he?'* *'My husband, obviously. ...I'm dying to know what those eight-packs feel like.'* *'I see. Righ…