Sehmat is scared at first. It is surreal, being married. She does not know what do do with herself when around him, and initially, being in one another's presence is embarrassingly awkward. She takes comfort in the fact that Iqbal too, faces the same situation. To an outsider, the situation would've been rather comical, but she is rather confused.
She supposes it is better, as far as her assignment is concerned, that she doesn't get too close to him, but it is rather hard, especially as he takes her by surprise every corner. They overcome their awkwardness eventually, and begin to talk, and their evenings are spent getting to know each other, him about her life back in India, and her of life here in Pakistan. She doesn't know what to make of the fact that she is now familiarising with him and his customs without meaning to.
They figure out their dynamics in due course, and settle into a routine. They are making an effort, and she finds it rather touching. It is still strange, but not as much. Her new life is comfortable, and it scares her, for it is a temptation she wants to give in to, but must not–Her country is far above such trivialities. But she dares to fancy that their relation is separate. She wishes it was, for they made compatible companions. She knows it isn't, and can't help but sigh. Her expression is melancholy as she thinks about what she is here for.