Novel & Cerita Arranged Marriage

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.

"Maybe we can make it a triple wedding to make it exciting? It'll definitely be the most sensational news when we do it." Noah walked over and sat next to me, although not as close as usual. "I won't get married unless it's the woman I love. To me, the so-called arranged marriage is something ridiculous and inhumane," Noah said. Uncle Hemsworth's brows furrowed at Noah's sharp words. "Why?" Jayden asked, seemingly confused as well. "It could be that we also fall in love with the person we are matched with."

I think it’s time to take your relationship to next week. “But Bhabhi, Arjun and I ….I mean our marriage was forced. And.” Aadhya couldn’t form words to explain herself, Arjun and her marriage was not normal. Aashi held her hand and said,”Aadhya, maybe your and Arjun's marriage was not normal but consider it as an arranged marriage. Now, you both are comfortable with each other and accepted wholeheartedly as husband and wife. And I can see in your eyes, you love him. Isn’t it?”

The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging around with punks from the street all the time. The thought of marrying someone like that made Mia’s stomach churn with anxiety but she had no choice. She had not even met the Groom or seen a picture of him, so it all made her slightly nervous. “Why hasn't the Groom or his family arrived yet?” Lydia frowned and looked at the handful of people in church. She was dressed in a very beautiful purple colour dress. Her makeup accentuated her features. It seemed like the Edward Family did not Value the Marriage. However Mia was unbothered. She only cared about finding her Family, and she knew this marriage was the only so

I asked her, watching our daughter slowly fall asleep. "How did we get married?" She asked, her eyes falling on our drowsy child as well. She readjusted her in her arms and started to rock her. Good question. "Ours was an arranged marriage," I told her. It was better than saying that it was a business deal and I was under the impression that you had set me up. "We knew each other before that-" Yeah, because we both shared a night and the morning after full of passion and then caught up in a web of complications. "- and though we did not have a romantic relationship, when our fathers came up with the idea of the both of us marrying, we were into it. We thought

she told Everlee as she spun around to face her. "What?!" Everlee said frighteningly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "An arranged marriage," Everlee repeated Paris nodded smiling. Everlee didn't like the idea of it. Before she could tell her that this was not a good thing to do. Her bedroom door opened. It was Mrs. Poppy. "You need to get ready now before they reach here," said Mrs. Poppy. "I'll see you after dinner," Paris told Everlee running off to her room.

Why did you run away from a future that was so solid it could have been etched into your tombstone? Him. My father arranged my marriage before I was conceived. I'm pretty sure the moment they found out I was going to be a girl he already had potential suitors clamoring at the door. The problem wasn’t the arranged marriage, even though it was straight out of the 1800’s, barbaric andchauvinistic as fuck. No, the problem was the man they arranged for me to marry. A ‘man’ who had no issue “putting women in line”. He was fifteen years older than me and belonged to one of the most prestigious families in Boston, he also had a terrible temper and a drinking problem.

Father’s voice held so much promise for discipline, that even mother was clearly frightened on Maeve’s behalf. I knew this was going to one day happen, after we had both clocked eighteen. Arranged marriage was very common and it’s automatically expected of every girl child who comes from a noble family, to get given to a man from another noble family in marriage, regardless of the man’s age. I had been in fright since I had clocked eighteen, dreading this coming day, and now that it was here, in as much as I was glad that it wasn’t my turn yet, I felt so much pity for Maeve right now.

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.

It can't be. ”Meaning I've secured a suitable match for you. It took quite a bit of work on my end, but the engagement has been finalized.” The words hit with the quiet force of a wrecking ball. Not shouted. No drama. Just a clinical statement, like he'd confirmed the weather or the price of gold. Arranged marriages were common practice in our world of big business and power plays, where marriages weren't love matches; they were alliances. I was expected to enter a lifetime contract after ”quite a bit of work” on my father's end.