The moment they stepped into married life, the ordinary became extraordinary.
The kitchen smoke curled like restless spirits, dishes floated briefly, as if mischievous little sprites had taken residence. Laundry piles shimmered faintly, their edges twisting in impossible ways.
"Did the clothes… just move?" she whispered.
He shrugged, but his eyes softened. "Life feels heavier than magic sometimes."
Even in a world where fire danced without flame and fabrics obeyed no gravity, the hardest challenges were still the invisible ones—the small annoyances, the unspoken expectations, the silent doubts.
That evening, as they sat amid floating dishes and swirling socks, she realized: magic or not, marriage was testing them in ways no spell could fix.
Even in a world of magic, the hardest battles are fought in the heart.