Turning the door knob, he opened the door and entered the room. Aania was standing in front of the dressing mirror in a loose blouse and jeans. He stared at her in mesmerization.
"So you're ready to die?" Aania turned to him and asked. He smiled.
"What's the hurry? Let's enjoy our marriage for a few days." He was approaching her when a hairbrush came flying towards him. If he did not move aside in time, his eyes or nose would become the target of that brush.