Arranged Marriage Comic Novels & Stories

" He pictured her laughing. Although he had no idea what she looked like, to him she had always been young, with a pretty face. There was no way the lady he was talking to would be old. 'He is too good-looking, and that's a problem on its own. It's an arranged marriage. I have never met him until I knew we were getting married.' Mike's brow furrowed. How were they in the same situation? It was such an amazing coincidence. He smiled. "I will just say you should keep an open mind towards this. He might be your better half.' 'Thanks, Vold. I knew I will feel better just telling you about this.' She responded.

I know he means well, but I am not interested in any arranged marriage to some mafia princess who maxes out my credit cards on breast implants and designer clothing. “No offense, old man, but things are different now. Arranged marriages are a thing of the past.” He almost jumped out of his seat and his eyes glared at me. “ Not in the mafia they’re not! You have until Christmas to find a wife or one will be arranged.” Christmas? But it’s already September. “Christmas? That’s three months!Where will I find a wife in that time?”

Dante. "Yes, Damian, Alpha Killian wants you to marry his daughter," Logan said, affirming everything in I just read in the email. "What?!" I scoffed. "What is this? The 80's?" I asked in irritation. When did arranged marriage become a thing in packs? "Is this a joke?" I asked, looking at all the faces in the room one after the other. "We wouldn't call a meeting just to joke around, Dante," Elder Rufus replied bluntly and I leaned into my chair.

Saying it out loud sounded really funny and weird to his ears. “Is this a joke?” Noah’s mouth was still wide agape, his drink almost falling from his grip. “Do I look like I am joking, bro?” “Chill. So, I leave you for a month and I come back to news that you're getting married. How in the world did that happen?” “It's an arranged marriage. My grandparent and hers are fucking with us.” He took another swig from the glass on the table. “Do I know this girl? I mean your bride.” Noah was trying so hard not to laugh.

Sheldon subconsciously asked, “How could you not know? Didn’t you get married before?” Charlie said lightly, “It was basically an arranged marriage when I got married. My wife’s grandfather took the initiative to make all the arrangements on his own, so there was no process of a marriage proposal at all.” With that said, Charlie asked him, “Did you propose to Aunt Helen back then?” Sheldon sneered and said awkwardly, “Yours was an arranged marriage, and mine was a contractual marriage. Our situations are pretty much the same...”

“Well, damn. I’m happy for you, brother. I will disown you if my wife and I won’t be your principal sponsors.” I joined them, laughing. “I’m thrilled, brother, but we might get married in the City Hall or before the judge.” “Why? Is she pregnant?” “God, no. We haven’t—you know.” “Wait. What I’m missing here?” “We’re arranged.” “Holy fuck,” he reacted. “Shit.” That one came from Princess Carlott. “Language, sweetheart,” Rome chided his wife, only to laugh at him. “How? Are you okay with all of this? I mean, she’s beautiful. Storm even said, London’s hot.”

He was surprised when I remarked, "but I heard it was an arranged marriage? The one father planned when he had a drinking match with his friend." Well I am not surprised he knows about that arrangement for he got angry when he knew what grandfather did. "Yes, it was an arranged marriage, but my wife doesn't want to be disturbed since it's our break from work and she is still hesitant about meeting other people, uncle. This marriage was unexpected and she is still adapting to it," I said again. "I hope you understand uncle, but don't worry, I can put you up in one of my villas if you like," I said.

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.

Meanwhile, Jace, initially intimidated by Marvin's reserved nature, discovered a depth of compassion and understanding within him. Through shared experiences and heartfelt conversations, they started to unravel the layers of their differences, finding unexpected connections and shared values. Slowly but surely, their relationship blossomed into a partnership built on trust, respect, and, ultimately, love. As they faced external pressures and internal doubts, Marvin and Jace leaned on each other for support, realizing that together, they were stronger than they ever could have been alone. In the end, their arranged marriage became not just a duty but a union forged in the fires of adversity,

"I can't talk now. I'm at work." Joyce was so disturbed that she couldn’t wait. "Let's chat on W******p." "Sure, cool,” Avery agreed and sent a chat through W******p. ‘I'm getting married, Joyce.’ Joyce didn’t see anything wrong, wondering why Avery would be upset. After all, they were in love. ‘That's great but when? I thought you'd graduate first. Trent must be desperate to make you his wife.’ Avery sighed in frustration and typed. ‘I'm not getting married to Trent. It's an arranged marriage to Anderson Crown.’