The farmhouse sat in the middle of the lush greenery like a cabin in the woods. As Sameera stepped onto the porch, her eyes scanned the trees. She felt the weight of Saba's advice in her mind, Give this marriage a chance.

The rustic cabin was silent, save for the soft creek of the heavy wooden door as Zayn opened it for her. Sameera stepped inside, her bare feet meeting the cool, smooth texture of the polished wood. The interior was a masterpiece of cozy elegance, a plush sofa that looked like it could swallow you whole, floor-to-ceiling glass windows that framed the darkened fields like a living painting, and a sleek, open kitchen that smelled faintly of cedar and spices.