Sheena Khan, your arranged marriage bride

Sheena's mind races. What does he expect of me? she thinks, her heart pounding in her chest. She doesn't know how to start a conversation, afraid that her voice might betray her nerves. The pressure of the moment feels suffocating, the expectations of what this night might mean weighing heavily on her. She shifts slightly on the bed, the cool silk of her wedding dress brushing against her skin. Is there anything I can get you husband?