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I didn't also want her to know my husband was my previous lover. “I'd think about that” I said dismissively and entered my car. As I drove away, I could see the anger and hate in her eyes. I was so glad I was pushed into this marriage, instead of her, because I wouldn't have met Darren. Not all arranged marriages end badly, at least mine favoured me. This was fate and fate gave us a second chance. _________________________________________ I sat on the bed with my legs on the bed too as I massaged my toe. It was swollen as a result of how heavy the cart was.

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,

, Aarvik whispered to himself. . “Then why did you marry her when you knew that she would hate you after all this?” . “Isn’t that clear that I love her? And before you accuse my feelings anymore. I was planning to ask her hand for marriage even though I knew that you would reject it, but before I could have done anything, you were too eager to plan the wedding. It was your fault. I don’t understand why you are accusing your daughter of nothing?” . Aarvik observed that Sameer doesn’t seem angry anymore, then he asked the last thing which he wanted to.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

I already knew that arranged marriages were less about love and more about the interests of the bride and groom's respective families, so the personal feelings of the bride and groom were less of a consideration. That may sound trivial, but in the end, such marriages are likely to be unhappy. I imagine having a child with a man I don't love. I would feel very strange, and I'm not sure the marriage would work out even if Benny was my future husband. I knew that he liked me more than my position as his friend, and that further magnified the effect of me possibly hurting his heart. I didn't love him and probably wouldn't for who knows how many years. "Do I really have to marry him?" I muttered

I said again like the betrayal hadn’t sunk in deep enough. “What?” The priest was the first to speak before another series of whispers broke around. My throat was getting dry and across from where I stood I could remember the way Marcus once looked at me. Everything was a lie, the whole look of love, the vows he had said on our wedding day like he wanted me forever. “I want to show you what love is, Nicole” He had said. Was this it? What a fucking joke. “We are not married, Nicole” He looked at me, shaking his head “Not anymore”

I don't believe in marriage and love, or whatever nonsense this world invented. Because if love was real, married couples wouldn't separate, like what Adam and I are planning to do eventually. If love was true, there wouldn't be parentless children in orphanages. If love was real, men wouldn't seek other women even if they were married, like Crisanto - oh yeah, he's my biological father - ever since high school I stopped calling him Dad, why bother? He never loved me or my Mom. I don't know if he loved my mom or if he just stayed for the money.

Without that connection, he knew the marriage would not work out. Thirdly, it was just an arranged marriage, and he didn't want to hurt Darlyn. Dante loved Leonora like a mother and didn't want to cause her daughter any pain. Fourthly, he felt that Darlyn had a bad attitude, and he didn't think they would be compatible. And last one, he had already met his fated mate, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Leonora listened to Dante's words and felt a twinge of sadness for her daughter. She knew that arranged marriages were often difficult and that it was important for both parties to feel a connection. She also knew that Dante was a good person and didn't want to hurt anyone.

“And, by the way, out of all the people in this world, you had to marry him?” “We were arranged to be married, Sameer. And you want to know why I keep bringing him up?” My voice rose a little. “Because he’s my husband!” “If it’s just an arranged marriage, it’s not more than we had, Kriti. We can still fix it.” I saw red. Shit! I knew where he would head to from here. His hands rubbed my shoulder down to my palms, the touch felt like an assault. I jerked away shouting, “Sameer, that’s enough. Just go or—”

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.