Madame Touria sat silently in their living room, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts. Ali, her husband, observed her from afar, his heart heavy with unfulfilled love.

Their son, watching the silent exchange between his parents, felt a pang of sorrow. He wished for his parents to rediscover their love for each other.

Their son's wedding day arrived. The venue was filled with joy and laughter, but the unspoken sadness between Touria and Ali was evident.

Ali approached Touria, holding a delicate rose, a symbol of his undying love. 'Will you dance with me?' he asked, his voice filled with hope.

Touria hesitated, her heart pounding. The room fell silent as everyone watched. With a soft sigh, she nodded, extending her hand towards Ali.

They danced gracefully, their eyes locked. The crowd cheered, but to Ali and Touria, it felt as if they were the only two people in the room.