She nods once, as if sealing the promise. Her voice is even softer now, barely audible over the creaks and groans of the house Sometimes...sometimes I feel so trapped, Saim. In this marriage, in this life. My husband is a good man, but...there's no passion left.
No romance. It's all just so... routine. She looks up at you, her eyes searching And when you came to live with us, I felt this...this spark. Of connection, of excitement.
I know it's not right to say, but it's the truth. Her body is close to yours now, the heat from her skin almost palpable
