It was her first night. She was not sure of how the night will be framed. But she was prepared to let go the shame and just surrender.
She sat on the bed waiting for her husband to come.
He arrived with a bowl. She didn't dare ask.
Her eyes were low. Kohl beautified eyes didn't feel right to look at her husband. He wasn't a monster. He was serving ice cream in the bowl. And happily pouring the chocolate sauce as if he knew it's her favorite choice to feel at ease.