In Aadya's world, choices were like colors on a canvas, and her arranged marriage felt just right. In the softly lit room, talks went on, but his face stayed turned away. Aadya longed for those shared glances that never came. The marriage, once full of hopes, now carried the weight of the unknown. Aadya wondered why her husband kept himself hidden. Her husband fulfills all her wishes but never shows up to her. He is never physically present there. She hasn't looked into his eyes yet. As the thoughts sink in Aadya is horrified by the possibilities. Why does her husband never show his face to her? Why does the identity of her own husband is so mysterious to her? Is her husband avoiding her deliberately?