Arranged Romance Novels & Stories

“Thank fuck. Heat. “You’re a wuss.” “You’re a yeti. You’re not even wearing a coat.” She shrugged, then headed for the coffee shop on the counter, blessedly full, and grabbed two mugs. “Cream? Sugar?” “Just a bit of cream.” After getting us our coffees, she motioned to the kitchen table, and we sat facing each other. “So what in the world brings the bad boy of Seattle hockey to my doorstep at seven in the morning?” “I need you to marry me.”

None of this did anything to soothe Raina's nerves. Raina picked one out of the four bonded contracts. With a bit of a quivering hand, she opened the page that described in detail the terms and conditions of the contract. The title was bold and clear - "Contract for Arranged Marriage". The first paragraph listed the names of the two parties involved, followed by a detailed description of the terms and conditions of the arrangement. Raina felt a sense of numbness as she read the words as if her heart had been put on pause. - That the marriage would be strictly a business arrangement, with no intimacy involved.

Now they were at Matira beach for their date. Nisha was amazed to see the arrangements done on the coast. The pathway was decorated by candles on either sides. White curtains and umbrellas giving a soft romantic touch. A hand touched her bare back breaking her trance. She turned around to see Rohan standing with a charming smile on his face. "Did you liked it." He asked. "Nope." she replied with a stern face and his smile drooped. "I loved it." she shrieked and hugged him tightly. Rohan exhaled loudly and hugged his squealing queen against his muscular chest.

Fairy lights decorate all the arches, roses cover the tiled floor, roses decorate the night sky, more fairy lights are strung around the garden, and right in the middle is Dominic in a black suit and roses in his hands. I almost want to turn away but the garden doors are shut close behind me and I'm forced to move forward. My heart pounds heavily in my chest as my feet hit the grass, “Too much?” his voice calls from the middle of the room “Didn't expect it, a romantic proposal doesn't scream Arranged marriage” I reply finally meeting him the the middle of the room. “Well if this is going to be your only proposal, I wanted to make sure you remember it” he takes a deep breath

He stood up and motioned for me to follow him into the dining room, where plates of fresh pasta, salad, and an assortment of dishes were laid out beautifully. We sat down, and I was surprised at how well everything was arranged. Aiden had gone through the trouble of having a romantic meal prepared for us, something I honestly hadn’t expected from him. Still, as we ate in silence, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness that the marriage I’d once dreamed of had turned into this — a formal, businesslike partnership with no real affection. “Avery,” Aiden’s voice broke through my thoughts, “I know you’re not exactly thrilled with this marriage.”

One that he was not going to be liking, I knew that for fact. “The two of you seem happy together. I mean, you and Sienna. When I heard that you were getting married, I was surprised. I have always known her to be single, and to have a thing against being in relationships. It seems that being with you might have been the reason all along.” He said, wanting to change the subject. I nodded, knowing not to show him that it was an arranged marriage. Not everyone knew that it was, and though speculations were out about it, others genuinely believed that we were a couple and being as strong as we were, we didn’t want others to know the truth behind our ‘love’. “I doubt that you would be very much

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

The contact is brief and accidental, but it sends a jolt through me that has nothing to do with God and everything to do with the woman I’m trying to make mine. Fuck. How many minutes until this wedding is over? “I have seen pieces of toast with more chemistry than them,” Elara whispers, her breath warm on my skin. “It’s an arranged marriage,” I murmur back, leaning in just enough to catch the coconut and jasmine over the incense. “What did you expect?” She frowns, turning her gaze back to the unhappy couple. “No wonder they look miserable.” Her voice is tinged with genuine sadness. “It’s quite heartbreaking.”

Thousands of red roses had been arranged in elaborate displays, creating a pathway lined with heart-shaped candles that flickered in the evening breeze. "Damien," I breathed, "when did you arrange all this?" "While we were at the reception," he said, helping me out of the car with careful attention to my dress train. "I wanted tonight to be perfect." He guided me through the rose-lined walkway, his hand warm and steady against my lower back. Inside, more surprises awaited. Rose petals covered every surface, and soft jazz music drifted through hidden speakers. The lighting had been dimmed to create an intimate, romantic atmosphere.

Then the full scene unfolded. A cottage near the shoreline had been transformed into something so dreamlike that I stopped breathing for a second. Curtains of flowers hung from the beams. Candles flickered in glass lanterns. Lotus blooms floated in shallow bowls of water, and at the center waited a marble table arranged for two beneath the quiet shimmer of afternoon light. I turned to him in stunned disbelief. “What is this?” He looked almost offended. “A date. I told you already.” “This is not a date,” I said breathlessly. “This is an entire romance production.”