Arranged Love: An Arranged Marriage Billionaire Romance

Arranged Love: An Arranged Marriage Billionaire Romance

By:  KRITI TRIPATHI  Completed
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Is it possible for a cage to offer freedom? A deeply conservative father, a mother resigned to the status quo, and the ghost of a twisted abuse have beat Kriti Tripathi into a numb kind of acceptance. The kind of acceptance that allows her to block out the uncomfortable realities that come with forming meaningful bonds with the people around her. When her mother shoves her into an arranged marriage to a stranger, Kriti is forced to confront secrets that have painted her past black and surrendered her future to the demands of her possessor. But Kriti’s quietly mysterious husband has been whispering things as she struggles to adjust to her new life. Things that make her think she might not be as trapped as she feels, and Kriti begins to suspect that this marriage might mean more than she expected. Kriti isn’t the only one who has been keeping secrets. Even her perfectly responsible, too mature husband has something to hide. Secrets have a way of revealing themselves, though. When the demons of her past show up on her doorstep, the secrets they‘ve been keeping threaten to destroy Kriti and her marriage; unless Kriti can reform herself into her own brand of a savior.

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38 Chapters

PROLOGUE

Kriti’s Diary: One night before the wedding  It’s dark on this terrace. Everyone has just disappeared into their bedrooms to get some sleep after all the work we did today. Since my parents and grandparents are resting, my cousins must be busy on their phones talking to their girlfriends or boyfriends, nurturing their budding relationships, whispering secrets to near strangers with whom they are sharing some fleeting spark of passion. I’m imagining them all, deep in conversation, making promises of an eternal bond. And here, in this darkness, I need to share something with you, my dear Diary. I am alone. Dark, just like this balcony, all the way down to my soul.My world is about to change. Tomorrow, I will have to abandon this life I’ve lived the last twenty-five years. I will be surrounded by new people, and those new faces haunt me. I have no idea what things will be like. I think I have live
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CHAPTER ONE

Kriti's POV:  I took in my new room, in my new house, owned by my new husband. It was a massive bedroom. The towering windows flooded the room with moonlight. The bed was a heavy wooden thing, overwhelming the space decorated with real roses and mogra flowers in celebration of our wedding night. The pleasant fragrance of the fresh flowers filled the whole room. The walls were light blue, with a texture on the front wall—something I had always liked. The room was brightly lit making my headache after the long day. But, my tension and nervousness had suppressed the exhaustion. The bridal attire was making me uncomfortable, but I had been strictly instructed by Mumma to wait to change until my husband entered the room.I still knew nothing about my husband. I love to talk—my friends call me ‘radio’—but I find it so hard to talk to him. Maybe it’s because of his reserved nature or just the fact that he seems
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CHAPTER TWO

As Arnav advanced into the room, he looked at me for a second with a deeply concerned expression.“You’re still awake. You haven't slept yet? Aren't you feeling comfortable? Do you need something?” His gaze kept wandering around the whole room but he seemed genuinely concerned about me."No. I'm okay,” I tugged nervously at the hem of my dupatta. “I was waiting for you.” An awkwardness had grown between us. I looked around the room, searching for something to insert into the uncomfortable silence. “Actually...um...this room is quite nice.”He managed a gentle little smile and took out his phone from his pocket. “I'm tired. I'm feeling sleepy.” He pointed to the door I hadn’t explored yet. “That's the washroom. You can get ready for bed.”I stood frozen with fear. Was he asking me to change? Did he expect me to do all that a wife does for her husband? My blood went cold
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CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, I woke up a bit later than usual. I was used to waking up with a smile. Every morning I would roll out of bed and wish 'good morning' to my younger sister.  I’ve called Kavya ‘Betu’ for as long as I can remember. Even though she is younger than me, she always got up earlier than I could.With closed eyes, and a blissful, sleepy yawn I forgot the bleak reality of the last few days. “Good morning Betu.”The voice that returned the greeting was not that of my sweet baby sister. And it dragged me back to the present with a whiplash-inducing jerk. “Good morning Kriti ji, was it comfortable for you last night?”I sat up, quickly, when I heard his voice and remembered that I'm married now, and I'm in his house, in this man’s room. “Sorry, Arnav ji.” I couldn’t manage to properly open my eyes until then.“Sorry for what? Kriti ji, as
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CHAPTER FOUR

It was nearly 9:30 when I finally made it downstairs. It was my first day with my new family and I had no idea how to behave. My mother had given me a serious talking to, reminding me to keep my voice down, don’t get angry, control my laughter. But what did any of that actually mean? When I asked her to elaborate on that last one all she said was “just give a gentle, serene smile and don’t start guffawing loudly in front of everyone. That’s not the way a newlywed girl should behave.” Since the engagement, Mumma had constantly reminded me that I would have to ‘adjust to them’. That they would end up throwing me out if I didn’t. I didn’t know where I would go if I was thrown out from here, my real family had already given me away. Those lessons seemed more difficult to me than advanced mathematics.So far, however, Arnav had been pretty chilled-out. And he did promise me it’d be ok. As I walked downstairs, I was nervou
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CHAPTER FIVE

One week later, I was packing my bag to go home for pagfera. It was a custom in which the bride went to her house for the first time after her marriage. Normally, the bride’s brother came to pick her up from her ‘new’ house and then her husband would accompany her to her ‘father’s’ house. They would stay there for a short while, generally, one day, and then come back with good wishes and gifts from the bride’s family.Since I didn’t have a real brother, and all my cousins lived far away, Abhishek Bhaiya had offered to do the duties of a brother. He was actually a brother more than a brother-in-law for me. The affection he showed me was exactly what I would have wanted from an older brother.I didn't have to carry much, but all my necessities, and some clothes had to be packed for the short stay. I tried to keep the stuff to a minimum but the end result was a huge, overstuffed tote bag. As always, I was r
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CHAPTER SIX

As soon as the car reached my house, I jumped out of the seat. Even before Abhishek Bhaiya could park properly. I was thrilled to see my family. Those glowing faces of the people with whom I’ve spent my life, my younger days, they just made me too excited. I put my arms around my mother and my sister and pulled them toward me in a long embrace at the gate. My father was also there.  He had taken a day off from work, just for me. “Come, child, let's get inside.” My mother invited Bhaiya in for tea, but he refused. “No. I've to go.” We asked him to at least come inside and chat with us for a bit, but he refused saying, “Aunty ji, please, I am tempted to stay but I’ve to get to Shreya’s school. There’s a parent teacher meeting today. Arunima must be waiting for me. I just came to drop her off.” He patted my head. The day passed chatting with my mother and Betu. When Daddy eventually joined us, it was to ask about Arnav’s
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CHAPTER SEVEN

Betu was more concerned about her Jeeju than how my life with him had begun.  I couldn’t help myself. He was just so proper and buttoned up. It drove me crazy. “Oh! Don’t give him so much credit, he’s always in that executive mode. You should see him when he enters the house.” I mimicked his deeper voice, how he loosens his tie with one hand when he walks in the door, his other holding his phone. I shouted across the room, just like he always did “please get me a coffee, Chhaya Didi! In my room.” Betu burst out into laughter and protested, “oh! He can’t be like that. I’ve never seen him doing such things.” I challenged her. “Well, wait until this evening, you’ll see. He ignores me, won’t say anything to me when he comes home, and he’s constantly on his phone. I’m telling you, the man is a workaholic.” I shook my head, realizing exactly how hard it was to communicate with him. I mean if someone would say
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CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning, we were all sitting at the dining table, my Mumma was busy trying to stuff Arnav and I full with those lovely sandwiches she’d made. Arnav had woken me up late, as he’d again sabotaged my alarm earlier in the morning, and he called my name “Kriti ji,” in the same caring way you’d use to awaken a baby. He was all handsome and ready to go before he roused me. Why did he always do that to me? It made me feel stupid, him looking like that and I still in my nightie. I’d forgotten all about my anger with Daddy, like I always did. I could never hold a grudge against anyone. And, after all, he was my father, how could I forget that love we both had for each other? My eyes fell upon Arnav. Of course I knew the reason for his amused grin. I was busy talking with Daddy. I was a little embarrassed as I remembered that I’d decided, last night during my emotional trauma, that I wouldn’t come back home again after today.
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CHAPTER NINE

Two more weeks passed and then a third. By then I had pretty much settled into my new life. I’d explored every corner of the house and had begun to build up a special bond with every member of the family, especially Gunjan and Shreya. Gunjan was so sweet and silly. She reminded me so much of my Kavya.Shreya and I quickly became the best of friends. We would eat chocolates together, we laughed together constantly, and we played together every day from kitchen set to hide and seek. After the first week, she would come to me in the evenings and just sit next to me while she did her homework. After a couple days I found myself helping her, answering questions when she had them. We quickly fell into a routine, and I looked forward to homework time each day.Arnav was different from his family members. Unlike everyone in the house, he didn’t talk much and he was always involved in his work. The man was a workaholic through and through. At night he never just rel
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