Ours was an arranged marriage.
So, I ran away on our wedding night.
I threw away my name and lived in exile for ten long years.
It was only when I received the news of my father’s passing that I finally returned home.
I was certain she would be long gone by now.
A wife whose face I had only seen once.
And yet, there she was.
Looking just as beautiful as she did the day I left.
