Arranged Marriage Plot Ideas Novels & Stories

Shayne puts down her exceptionally tall bow with her hand, glancing at Rei. "I'm supposed to be in my pre-engagement today." "Pre-engagement? Is there such a thing?" "My parents had arranged a marriage for me and they told me about it over a week ago. You know about it and I met the man earlier. I hate him to the bone." Shayne waited for Rei to comment but he didn't say anything and so she continues. "Apparently he has a girlfriend but he agrees to this marriage so it's just up to me to run away."

" 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.

I wasn’t going to beg for scraps on street. This could be potential salvation till I find a way to get myself out of these murky waters. Arranged Marriages are diverged and proportionally forced which drops their likely hood. The man in question might as well be involved with some bimbo and sing ‘Hallelujah’ when I sprint away.

"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."

This is my first time here. "No, I'm not." Still, I answered nicely. "I'm here to find someone since he didn't show up to our date, yesterday." And that someone is your friend. "Is he your boyfriend? " She asked. "No. Well...he is my fiance. But we never met nor we dated before. Both our parents arranged the marriage for us. Yesterday is supposed to be our first date, but he didn't show up because he said he has a match." I said with a sad and disappointed tone.

I heard her saying, her words muffled but clear enough to understand, "the pack was in a precarious position. Your father was struggling, and we needed to secure our borders and our alliances. I had to take certain steps to ensure the Sterling legacy wouldn't be swallowed by the northern packs.” "I took a decision without your consent, Rowan," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "It was the only way to keep the peace. So I arranged a marriage for you. A political union to solidify our power. You have a betrothed, Rowan. A woman the pack expects you to marry as soon as you are fit to stand." I swallowed hard, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs that I was afraid they would crack. M

In their journey, Ansh and Chandni barely knew each other, but they took their own time to understand their spouse better. Arranged marriage or love marriage, marriage was a sacred bond between two souls. You entered the relationship with minimal expectations, and both partners observed things and made adjustments to make the marriage work. The same happened with Ansh and Chandni. In fact, they accepted the person as they were. Their hearts beat only for each other. It is their simple story of a dramatic arranged marriage with twists and turns. They were ON THE WAY TO STEAL each other's HEARTS... and finally became ONE... .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I wasn't planning to accept the arranged marriage, but at least I want to know what I'm refusing about. The document binding my arranged marriage was much longer than I would have expected, it seems that my grandfather and my fiancé's grandfather thought of absolutely everything that could go wrong, and put many clauses about that in the document so that everything would go "right" or as best as could be defined as "right" in the end.

"What plan? What are you talking about?" Rowan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "It’s complicated, Pamela. My parents arranged for us to get married long before I even met you. They thought it would secure their hold on the company and give them control over everything. They didn’t care about my feelings, about you, or anything else. All they cared about was power." I could hardly breathe. "You’re saying your marriage to me was arranged? That it was all part of some… scheme?"

He said admiring the outside view of my balcony. "Ya it is". I uttered. "So Nisha you are a lecture right". He asked, crossing his arms against his chest showing his biceps. "Yes.. I am ". I replied stuttering. Nisha what happened to you. "Nisha relax. I am also nervous like you but please be comfortable ok". I nodded and smiled at him. "Um, can I ask you something ?". I asked after gaining some courage. "Ya of course". He replied. "Uh, why did you agree to an arranged marriage? I mean you are good looking, educated, rich, and have a reputed job. So you will get any girl right". I finally asked with some hesitation.