Greeted by the welcoming guard, I was ushered into the opulent confines of our private bar, where Sam and the rest were gathered, enjoying their time. 
This was my first night with my newly-wedded bride, a woman I had grown to despise, yet circumstances had brought me here. 
Surrounded by familiar faces, my friends were taken aback to find me in such a place, and truthfully, I shouldn't have been there on my wedding night. The consequences of being caught in this bar would undoubtedly tarnish my reputation, especially considering my status as the wealthiest young tycoon in the country.
Despite the risk, I decided to drown my sorrows in alcohol and remain silent, avoiding any unnecessary interaction with my friends. I couldn't bear to share my true feelings about the marriage or let anyone sense my internal turmoil.
Although they are already aware of the reason that brought us to the marriage and my hatred for her,but weight of societal expectations and the fear of losing face kept me from expressing my emotions.
Sure they were all going to laugh and mock me but I wasn't ready for that.
Without a single word to them I grumpily sat down , I took my preferred poison and took a long sip, hoping it would numb the storm inside me.
As the night progressed, I became more engrossed in my own thoughts, contemplating the decisions that had led me to this point. While my friends engaged in lighthearted banter, I quietly nursed my drink, trying to find solace in the numbness it offered.
Sam, noticing my uncharacteristic behavior, approached me and attempted to strike up a conversation. 
"Wassup dude,what's wrong"  He asked looking all worried. But I glared at him then took a very long sip to quench the fire burning inside me.
"Tell me what's wrong? You know that you shouldn't be here right?  After what came up on your dinner you know people are just waiting for the slightest mistake to create a scandal." But I still paid no attention to him.
I ain't in the mood of talking.
He kept on talking and asking,the others joined him all enquiring what was up.
"Fuck your ass dude" Sam said getting vexed at my gesture.
Yet, I remained evasive, masking my true emotions behind a facade of indifference. I knew that any slip of the tongue could give away my disdain for the arranged marriage and potentially lead to a scandal that would reverberate throughout the country.
Sure walls have ears,had it been I'm in a place safer than this. Then sure I would have been able to share what brought me here to them.
"Come on, man, speak up!" Sam exclaimed angrily, frustrated by my silence and refusal to answer his questions. His temper flared, and in a fit of rage, he snatched the bottle of alcohol from the table and shattered it against the floor. Even then, I remained resolute in my silence, finding no desire to engage in conversation.
I am Zeed, known as the most affluent individual in the country, and the weight of my reputation and my mother's standing in society loomed over me like a dark cloud. I knew that any potential scandal or negative publicity could have severe consequences not only for me but also for my family's name. To avoid any further complications, I gestured to the bartenders to leave us alone, a command they swiftly obeyed.
 Filled with rage and frustration, Sam hurled curses before storming out of the bar, leaving behind a tense atmosphere. The echo of his departing footsteps reverberated through the luxurious establishment, drawing glances from other patrons. Despite the commotion, I remained seated, deep in thought, contemplating the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded during the night.
As Sam's departure left a void in our group, I couldn't help but wonder if his outburst was a reflection of his own frustrations or if my own inner conflict had inadvertently provoked his anger.
The rest looked at me giving me that look that's says Zeed that was very wrong of you.