Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

“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

"I am ready to leave. Okay, thank you." Kathleen smiled when Angela faced her. "I will be going now." She stood and took her scarf. Angel Pattinson was a beautiful graceful woman. She always wanted to be close to her, so Angel would want her as daughter in-law. But it seems that neither of them can control this arrangement. Angela arrives at his son's house and her father in law is walking on the treadmill with his therapist. She greeted her father in law. She told the maid to call his son as she sat down and picked one of the wedding invitation templates.

Is it true your marriage was arranged? At that last question, Nathaniel’s hand closed more firmly around mine as he pulled us forward quickly. A man dressed in all black finally appeared before us, pushing back the paparazzi and their intrusive cameras. With his help, the path cleared and we finally reached the main entrance where a barricade and red carpet display awaited. Nathaniel leaned down close to my ear. “Do you want to get your picture taken? You don’t have to if—” “It’s fine.” I cut in. “A few pictures won’t hurt.”

It wasn't part of the script. "You heard right. It was supposed to be an arranged marriage and I went to their house to pick someone to marry. Since my wife and I have once known each other, I would of course choose her. It was love at first sight after all. Who wouldn't love someone as adorable as her?" He looked at her lovingly.

“You think moving the date up, bleeding me dry with pointless extravagance, plastering our wedding across every gossip column in the supernatural world is going to change anything? News flash, Venita, it won’t make me love you. Heck, it won't even make me like you.” Venita’s gasp broke through the wood between us, brittle and sharp. My throat tightened. “This is an arranged marriage,” Stephan continued, every word a lash. “A transaction. An alliance. Nothing more. That’s all it ever was.” I winced. God, even for Stephan, that was brutal. “Stephan…” Venita’s voice cracked, breaking down into something fragile. “You don’t mean that.” “Oh, I do.” His tone was ice

Especially in the state my mind was currently in. "I thought you said I did mean something to you, though?" Lena asked in a muted tone as she tried to control her emotions. "That came out wrong," I admitted. "I just meant that the marriage was arranged. It's not like I actually proposed to you. It wasn't an emotional choice it was logical. “This marriage is and was completely controlled by the politics of our countries. And it is our duty, all emotion aside, to make sure we follow through with the promises that our father's made. Love and duty don't always go hand in hand. Sometimes you have to choose."

Delmour's voice rang with concern. "I don't effing care, Mom! You and Dad claim to love me more, but you both still went ahead and got that little brat married before me, and not just to anyone, but to that fine piece of human meat," Olivia shouted in frustration. She had been holding onto this resentment for far too long. Mrs. Delmour shook her head, struggling to understand her daughter's frustration. "Baby, it's an arranged marriage, and your dad and I will find you someone more attractive as a husband, so don't worry, okay? We've got everything sorted out for you already."

“What the hell did he even see in her?? “ One of the girls mumbled, giving me a stink eye. “ God knows what the hell she did to make him marry her. Girls like this have no shame or standard. “ Another spoke up and I stood there with my jaws hanging open. “ Fuck off bitches!! You are just jealous that she's more beautiful than any of you to catch his eye. “ Cally growled, coming in front me and covering my view to look at the girls. “ He would never marry her by his own choice. Look at his face in this picture, He's looking so done with her, already. “ “ What on earth?? Why are people so interested in our marriage?? “ A scoff escaped my lips as I stepped beside Cally. “ And again, you should

"Don't try to act all smart. There's one thing you need to know. You've got the bad ass. It's either you opt out now or never. You can still be saved or you'll be in a bondage your entire life." "Do you think I want to do this?!" I asked in a slight yell. "Then opt out. Stop being pretentious. I didn't believe any lady could agree to an arranged marriage. I thought all ladies sought love. I totally forgot that ladies are money searchers. But still, they appreciate love with money. That's why you're unique." He avowed. "You've got it all wrong. He shrugged and walked past me, heading to the door. "I'll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your stuffs."

“They accepted me. Orientation is tomorrow morning. If I miss the flight, the scholarship disappears for good. But if I walk down that aisle the Cross family owns every piece of us. The debt….” “Enough,” their father cut in. He stopped pacing and faced Marceline fully for the first time since she was twelve. His eyes looked older than she remembered. “It’s an arranged marriage. The contracts were signed when you two were still small. The groom has never seen Marina’s face. The Moretti name is the only thing keeping the collectors from burning this house down tonight. You step in, sign the papers, and give him an heir within the year. That’s the deal. We’ll pay