Arranged Marriage Love Novels & Stories

Paris lowered her head recollecting everyone who used to bully her at a younger age because she was the only one with bright red hair and a face filled with freckles. "You've found out why you've thought of yourself ugly now right?" Archer inquired Paris seeing the sad expression on her face Paris slowly nodded. "I will marry you," Paris heard Archer. Her eyes went to him quickly. "However, I will tell you the true reason why I'm marrying you since you were truthful to me, and I want you to know the type of arranged marriage you're in for.” Paris nodded curiously to know what he was about to tell her. "I don't believe in love not after what my mom did to my dad," Archer told Paris.

"The talking, the patience and acting like any of this means something to you. What are you doing." I considered the question properly before I answered. "It does mean something to me." She looked at me like I had said something in a language she did not speak. "I agreed to this marriage," I said. "Not because I was forced but because I wanted to. And I am not going to pretend otherwise just because it makes you more comfortable." "Well it does not mean anything to me," she said flatly. "I agreed because my father threatened to give my throne to my cousin and I had no other choice. That is it. That is all this is."

“ I'll kill that Motherfucker if he backs out from marriage. What the hell are we going to do with the engagement photos? Damn!! You looked so gorgeous, we can't just let them waste. “ Cally had other reasons as she sat besides me cursing the both best friends. Mine was a different case from all of them. I was enjoying all this. As if something heavy was taken away from my chest. The feeling of being able to be free again, being a master of my own life and decisions is just so incredibly amazing. I was forced into this marriage but he had to back out and finally I think his little brain has started to work. Atleast Mathew won't have any reason to trouble my family anymore. My hopes were gett

" It was your first day here after marriage. When you walked in the dining room, the fragrance hit my nostrils and it was so damn intoxicating." " We really did come a long way isn't it ? From being mere strangers to enemies , becoming friends and finally falling in love with each other." She sighed dreamily. " Yeah it feels just yesterday that I got married to a jerk like you that I have grown to love so much." She teased to which I chuckled. " Who thought I would ever get married let alone have an arranged bride and fall so fucking deeply in love with her?" We looked into each other's eyes before we attached our lips in a kiss. A sweet , gentle kiss.

At club we mostly have some drinks and chat no dance or anything exotic. Girls throw their selves at us but we are not like that. They both are married and I believe in arrange marriage so I don't want this flings. In my family everyone had arrange marriage and all are happy so I can be happy as well. At start i wasn't ready to settle down and all so my family respected that and then there was some problem in my horoscope so they didn't wanted me to get married. As I reached I saw my home. Big mansion. Everyone has kind of big room which consist bedroom study and living room in the suite. We don't allow visitors or guests to those floors.

Alexis had a towel wrapped aroimd his lower half, and still he could turn her limbs to jelly just by standing there. ‘Nothing. I was just thinking.’ ‘He frowned. ‘Of Peter?’ ‘Nooo ... I was actually thinking about us. Do arranged marriages really work?’ ‘They do!’ ‘What about love?’ ‘No such emotion - which is why arranged marriages work so well.’ ‘Then why haven’t you been snapped up before now? If you’ve had a thing going with Marsha, why not her?’ His frown deepened. ‘Marsha is married and bored; she threw herself at me.’

She couldn't help but wonder about the hidden dynamics and emotions that lay beneath the surface, potentially shaping their lives together. Olivia contemplated Asher's explanation, acknowledging the potential challenges that accompany arranged marriages. "Right. Arranged marriages can indeed be stressful, but if both partners truly understand each other, there's no turning back, I suppose. Love can still bloom even in such circumstances." Asher nodded in agreement, understanding Olivia's point. However, a tinge of uncertainty crossed his face as he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, that's the hope, isn't it? But love is a complicated matter, and sometimes it eludes even the mos

he said again looking at the buffet table, I didn't want any of these things to waste but lunch wasn't a meal I took seriously. "I am fine for now" I replied. "What about you, I heard you also like an arranged marriage," he said, I smirked at his statement. Umar and Ruqayya must have told them everything about me. "not really" I replied. I only said I wanted an arranged marriage because I was heartbroken, someone I had been in a relationship with got married. It was the heartbreak speaking. "O!!" He exclaimed I could sense the disappointment in his voice. "But I am glad. thank you for the card and rose" I said, finding a way to lighten the mood.

He told me, nonchalantly. " You must be joking Ibrahim. Tell me exactly what you want from me? What exactly do you want in a woman that I don't have? What else do you want me to do to prove my love to you? Yes, our marriage was an arrange marriage, it didn't base on love but we can still both work it out. I don't know why you're treating me like this only because you didn't want me as your wife. This is not my fault! And you know that."

A time when he would realize he had made a mistake and beg to take me back. Those were teenage fantasies that had died long ago, though. Even now that we were pledged to be married, I didn’t find myself wishing for him to apologize or love me again. I was curious about him, and I wanted a happy life, but love didn’t need to be a part of it. This was an arranged marriage—emphasis on “arranged.” We weren’t choosing each other; we were choosing our packs.