Arranged Marriage Novels Novels & Stories

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.

I was hoping he would ask me out soon enough and then this happens. What’s even more annoying is that this news has ruined my mood this morning. How do I tell Triss, my female best friend, that I'm about to venture into an arranged marriage without feeling embarrassed? “ Tess baby you know if I had the choice I wouldn't let this happen, I never wished for you my precious daughter to be in a loveless marriage but come to think of it, love would come in as time goes, “ My mom said sadly with a pleading tone.

It wasn’t too girly and had neutral colours just like my bedroom back at home. “This is it,” I muttered to myself. “I was finally going to start living as Mrs Hayland, the woman without her husband’s love, and there was no going back” I sighed dejectedly. I had read a lot of books and watched a lot of movies about women in arranged marriages who weren’t happy. I remembered how I used to yell and insult them, wondering why they would remain stuck in the marriage. “Look at you,” I sighed, “You are just like those women now and just like them, you have nowhere to go” I mocked myself.

Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 1 I didn’t expect to fall in love with Damien Richard. Arranged marriages are not designed for love. They are designed for stability. Alliances. Convenience. My parents explained this to me the morning they told me I was getting married. I remember the sunlight coming through the dining room windows while my mother stirred her tea like this was a perfectly ordinary conversation. “The Richards are a respectable family,” she said calmly. My father nodded in agreement. And that was it. That was how my marriage was decided.

She said, and I sighed, choosing not to say a word for second. “Our marriage is not less than any other successful one that happened before. While yes, it is one that is arranged, I doubt that you should be ignoring the fact that most big families, mafia families, and royalties have arranged marriages.” I said, and she raised an amused eyebrow. “Especially when in our position.” “I doubt that you realize that this is the twenty-first century where most are allowed to choose the person to be with.” “Not when they are in a position like ours.” I said, and she looked away. “Our place comes with a darkness, and you know how difficult it can be to maintain it without getting lost in it. One mista

"Spare me the rule of family lecture. I've had enough. I didn't want this marriage, and I'm not going to act like I'm all loving for a wife just because it's good for the press." Mom's mouth pursed, but she would not let herself be cowed. "You mustn't love her, Kellen-no, not to marry her, but you must treat her with respect. Beyond that, you must respect your position. Rest assured, your father and I did not arrange this marriage lightly." "'Strategic,' I finished for her, scorn coming out in my voice. 'I know. Everything in this family is about strategy. Marry the right girl, make the right connections, and everything will fall into place, right? Well, I'm not playing along.' "

I expected this already anyways. "Alright, Grandpa," I answered, bracing myself for the inevitable introduction to a woman chosen by my family, not by my heart. People say arranged marriages are like a plan for a steady life. No messy emotions, just a logical decision based on tradition and family advice. It might not have the intense passion we associate with love, but is that a fair exchange for a stable and predictable life? If I follow my grandfather's choice, my life would be straightforward. No heartbreaks, no one-sided love, just following tradition without the need for big romantic gestures or dramatic love stories – just quietly accepting the path set for me.

His grandfather's tone was authoritive, but also laced with a hint of sadness. "I'll make you a deal. Find someone. Anyone but her, and the position is yours," his grandfather had said. James had argued, but ultimately agreed and I knew what I had to do. It was supposed to be simple; I offered to marry James so that he gets what he wants, and in return, I get him. But his stipulation was that I offer my services to his one true love, Marina. The other woman. We wedded in a massive ceremony fit for a Queen, though it was far from personal. My mother handpicked everything, all the way down to my dress. Which was hideous. Nothing was how I would have liked it to be, but I didn’t dare object.

And still, she didn't back down, staring at me with such sensual malice. "Are you going to try to hold me hostage?" she taunted. "Keep me and shackle me to you until you can hand me over to a man who will rape and torture me?" Dammit. She had to word it like that. I didn't want to think about that part. It was simply the way things worked in this world. An arranged marriage was a common occurrence, and I wasn't the man to stand up and protest to the tradition of it. "I have my orders." And I will not fail this job.

She spoke the last part of the sentence stealthily. "Kathy! The driver is listening." "Nah, no way girl. He ain't!" We both laughed. After about 30 minutes we arrived at the Carrington Estate. We weren't very late but there were a handful of sumptuous cars and plushy-looking guests already inside and entering the main hall. Kathy put her right arm around my left and we proceeded inside. Huge and pendulous chandeliers of different colours seemed like they were going to fall at any time. And the dresses of the guests, especially the female ones, made us feel like we had a wardrobe malfunction.