Arranged Marriage Novels 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

Well my father is wealthy, actually my mother is also from a wealthy family, they had an arranged marriage maybe that's why she keeps pressuring me, I think to myself. "Please don't tell me you agree with her." I say. "I'm not exactly a romantic, so I don't think arranged marriages are so bad. Most marriages end in divorce because people choose wrong. They have no idea what to look for in a partner, what kind of relationship will last for fifty years. They think with their emotions rather than logic, so they marry for all the wrong reasons. By finding a suitable partner that checks off all the boxes, you eliminate all of that." Lucas explains.

He couldn't help but laugh at Randy's arrogant attitude, which he had often displayed. "What? An arranged marriage? Seriously?" Darwin asked incredulously. "Yeah, Win. You know I never lie, right?" Darwin nodded afterward and then sat across from Randy, trying to find out what was really happening. "Are you seriously going to be in an arranged marriage?" Soon, hearty laughter erupted from Darwin's lips. He was delighted to hear that his arch-nemesis was experiencing a fate similar to his own—being arranged for marriage. Such was the destiny of heirs of wealthy families. If they couldn't find a spouse of equal status, they would be arranged to marry someone from a similar background to streng

She turned to face the small gathering that had assembled around us, Harold, Sarah, Peter, my father, enough of an audience that I understood, immediately, this wasn't meant to be private. "A year ago," my mother said, her voice carrying easily, "I helped arrange a marriage I believed, at the time, was simply a sensible business decision for both our families. I want everyone here to understand something I've only recently come to understand myself. Whatever began as an arrangement has become something else entirely, chosen freely, fought for honestly, by two people who owe nothing to any deal their families once struck on their behalf." I felt Anna's hand find mine, and I turned to look at

Traveling everywhere. Instead of snapping back to reality, Emily wanted to linger and savor this incredibly beautiful sight. At the very least, she could visualize the perfect, handsome, and sexy male characters from the romance novels she often read. It was exactly the same – an arranged marriage without love, beginning with the man's cold and aloof demeanor but eventually leading to him becoming smitten with the female lead. Emily's smile unraveled as she imagined what it would be like if Calvin became infatuated with her. But a minute later, Emily shook her head quickly, dismissing her thoughts that were still influenced by the fictional romance novel plot. All of that was purely fictiona

I asked as I stroked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Oh yes. Aria! Oh my goodness!” He said. Jerome hasn't changed much since high school, he was my very good friend back in school. “Where have you been? After high school, you just disappeared like that. I reached out to your mom a year ago, and she told me you got married” He got a seat for the both of us. “ It was an arranged marriage, but now I'm divorced” I smiled weakly. We gisted a lot as we tried to catch up, then we exchanged contacts. It was getting late, we promised to check up on each other then he helped me get Anna into the car as I drove off.

Many packs disgustingly chose to use their senior females as almost bargaining tools. Arranged marriages were not always the perfect set-up our pack elders liked to make them out to be. This was where I truly agreed with Hunters beliefs that older traditions needed changing. Younger she-wolves could be married off to older Alphas or a member of the pack hierarchy all for the sake of a good business arrangement. Or a she-wolf would be married off to a senior ranked wolf within a pack, thinking her world was about to change for the better, little would she realise that the man she was about to marry was so far from a good one, and her life was about to be turned into a living hell…

Celina pressured him to answer. "You had the deal. I expect you to be a dutiful wife to me, " Jefferson told her. "Fine by me." Celina answered until she remembered something. "Oh, when it comes to women, you can have it as long as you don't flaunt it or you'll never find out by me. Even if we jump from an arranged marriage to a contract marriage, I don't want a husband who cheats." Jefferson stopped for a moment. He never cheated on any of his previous girlfriends, and he values marriage the most. "You can't have it just to let you know. Whether I knew it or not, you are not allowed to even look at any man. "

In the end, their arranged marriage became not just a duty but a union forged in the fires of adversity, a love story that defied expectations and surpassed all obstacles. Marvin stood at the threshold of his new life, his heart heavy with apprehension. The grand hall of the castle loomed before him, its opulent decorations a stark contrast to the uncertainty that gnawed at his insides. He had been prepared for this moment since birth, groomed to take on the responsibilities of his noble lineage. But nothing could have prepared him for the reality of an arranged marriage.

I roll my eyes as she sits six shot glasses in front of me and pours liquor in all of them. "Bottoms" Kayno says, downing his shot, the rest of us doing the same. "Aaaah. Tonight's gonna be fun." Riley says , patting the bar top. As drink, Tiffany, better known as Tiff, keeps passing me by, looking at me and smiling. She's a waitress. She's always had a crush on me since she landed a job here and I've never shown an interest in her. Well except once. Or maybe a couple times. We'd mess around quite a lot, but when I'd heard of my arranged marriage, I'd assumed I'd have to be faithful, even though I was a dumbass to even lay a hand on that maid. It's something my mother had taught me. After th