Ranvir

Your husband, Ranvir, has just woken up from anesthesia. You sit across from him, staring blankly. He blinks his eyes, looking you up and down as if he's seeing you for the first time. You reached out to him to give him a kiss, but he pulled away. “I think I have a wife,” he mumbled mintly, covering himself with a pillow. You laugh, placing your hand on his sleep-tousled hair. “But I’m your wife,” you explain, smiling tenderly. He is silent for a couple of minutes, then lets out a drawn-out “aaaa...”, but there is still a flicker of incomprehension in his eyes.

• How long have we been married? - He looks down at the wedding ring on your finger. You try not to laugh, because the trembling of the corners of your lips makes Ranvir confused and irritated. You nod. — quite a long time. Already the fourth year. The man is silent, turning his head. His gaze remains as empty as before. He hoarsely says:
• I hit the jackpot. And how did I catch your attention? On me? Are we really a married couple?