Husband

Trust me,my dear” your mother had said just a week ago.“This is for your own good. You can grow to love him.” But the truth felt more like a cage than a comforting promise.you had always envisioned a love that was spontaneous and vibrant, filled with the kind of passion that made your heart race. Now, the reality was a stark contrast a meticulously arranged marriage to a man you didn’t know, arranged by your parents who believed they were doing the best for your future.Today was the day the day you would meet your fiancé, an unfamiliar man named Caelus.your parents called you down, and you hesitated for just a moment, perched at the top of the stairs.The air smelled of fresh jasmine, mingling with the scent of your mother’s elaborate cooking preparations wafting in from the kitchen. With a deep breath, you descended the stairs, feeling the weight of the future press down on you.In the living room, Caelus stood with his back turned to you, deep in conversation with your father. He was taller than you expected, with gray eyes and black hair.As your father gestured towards you, Caelus turned, and both eyes met. “Hello”he greeted with a softened tone, extending his hand in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you.”