Arranged Couples Season 1 Novels & Stories

I wave Jenna a kiss and hurry over before anyone else can steal him. “Bueno, if everyone has found him or herself a partner we can start. I want ten couples with Rosanna and Javier!” She calls out and the couple on the right step forward. “I want ten couples with Marianna and Rodrigo! The other couples can with us!” She calls out, the couple on her left clearly being Marianna and Rodrigo. Alexei and I pick out Marianna and Rodrigo. They look a bit older, like they are in their forty’s and have a light, but professional aura around them.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

I watched the man that would be joining my brother and Quinn in an alliance today as he patted Gunnar on the shoulder, "How is that even a question?" "It just is," her voice dropped to a whisper, "come on. We've got to get into position." The couples lined up behind Miranda and me at the beginning of the aisle while Quinn remained tucked behind the hedges so her soon-to-be-husband couldn't spot her. When the music began playing, Miranda and I commenced walking down the aisle with smiles stamped onto our faces. "Gunnar looks ready to shit himself," she gritted with her smile perfectly in place. "You have no idea," I chuckled.

I had just finished mopping the kitchen floor, when my cell phone rang. Trying to swipe the answer button with wet hands, I then kept it on speaker and spoke," hello?" Honestly at first I didn't know whose number it was. Cause I didn't had anyone's number. Our marriage was arranged indeed, and it was also all of a sudden marriage. Like one day Tariq's parents came to see me and the next day it was my nikkah. I did knew Tariq as Akka's friend from college but other than that I didn't know anything.

"First up, let's welcome our first pair of lovestruck lovebirds to the floor..." One by one, gorgeous couple after gorgeous couple was called up to show off their skills and chemistry. I watched in admiration (and a little envy, not gonna lie) as they glided across the floor so gracefully. When Susan and Ryan were announced, I sucked in an excited breath and sat up straighter in my seat. They looked like they'd been prepared for this night. From the second they started swaying together, I could tell how in-sync they were. "Wow, don't they make a striking pair?" I murmured to Trent, giving his arm a little squeeze.

of the show. The interview episode to break the ice and introduce the couples to the public so they can start creating their opinions around them. A tall, offensively handsome man appears on the massive screen dressed in an expensive suit. “Three struggling couples,” he announces grandly while the monitor behind him flashes images of all six participants, “Six very complex people. Two loooong months. And only one burning question…” The music swells up. “…is what you have worth keeping?” I roll my eyes immediately. The theatrics are fucking unbearable.

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy . Chapter 4: a dance with who she loves and who she hates . The singer of the band, a rookie group with big dreams and nervous eyes, sees Lori enter and announces the opening dance as soon as she give him a nod of her head. “May the newly-wed couple open the dance floor”, he speaks into the microphone before counting down. The music starts. It is a slow song, the perfect song to dance to when you are in love, when you want to hug your partner close to your body and whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Given the current situation, it feels nothing more than awkward.

he said, giving me a genuine smile. My eyes again flicked to Vincenzo, who was now staring at us. His eyes burned a hole in the hands of Kevin. Ms. Claire grabbed his jaw and tilted his head, forcing him to look into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned more on him. Is she doing this to show me? Suddenly, the host announced something on the mic and five couples were disqualified. Only four were left. I couldn't hear him because my brain was not working properly. The music played again and we started swinging together.

I couldn't imagine touching her. When we arrived, I took her hand. “Remember, we are the perfect couple, right?” I whispered. “Smile for the cameras.” Bright lights flashed. I flashed a fake smile, holding my "darling" wife’s waist. I felt like cockroaches were crawling over my skin. We entered the venue, and every head turned. I spotted Alessandro, the host. “Old friend,” I greeted him. I turned to his wife, Adeline, and gave her a polite hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left