He stood beside the bed, smoothing the sheets carefully with his hands, and told me softly that there was a family tradition I needed to respect.
Under no circumstances was I to look beneath the bed or attempt to clean that space, because something sacred rested there.
He said his late grandfather buried an important family artifact under that exact spot many years ago to preserve wealth and marital stability.
He stroked my cheek gently while explaining, saying if any wife ever saw what was hidden there, disaster would follow immediately.
I laughed nervously at first, assuming he was exaggerating or teasing me with cultural superstition meant to impress a new bride.
