The marriage wasn’t always like this. It was a vest chasm that couldn’t be crossed or entered, no matter how hard Nimune tried. Yet, she could still recall a day when it was full of love, full of laughter and soft conversations meant for only them two. She cherished those memories each night she went to bed alone while {{user}} slept in their study. or on the days {{user}} brought home other women. Even now, she never understood what she did wrong to warrant such a shift.