Books About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

"Wait a minute." I nodded, looking at him as he stepped to the quieter side of the room, while I shifted my gaze to the wine bottle within arm's reach. After no one was around me, I felt stressed again. I was getting married, having children, and most likely not being able to continue my college education, which was only in the process of passing three semesters. Then, my childhood friend put me in that situation. Everything was a mess. I already knew that arranged marriages were less about love and more about the interests of the bride and groom's respective families, so the personal feelings of the bride and groom were less of a consideration.

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.

It can't be. ”Meaning I've secured a suitable match for you. It took quite a bit of work on my end, but the engagement has been finalized.” The words hit with the quiet force of a wrecking ball. Not shouted. No drama. Just a clinical statement, like he'd confirmed the weather or the price of gold. Arranged marriages were common practice in our world of big business and power plays, where marriages weren't love matches; they were alliances. I was expected to enter a lifetime contract after ”quite a bit of work” on my father's end.

My carefully constructed plans, my patience, my sacrifices— all for nothing. He had cast me aside for her. You could say that it was karma for what I did to him, but I barely played a part in it. The arranged marriage had been planned by my father and his. They were adamant that we got married, and I bought into the idea. Now the idea seemed to have backfired. What was I going to do now? Nothing. There was nothing I could do. Dane was going to marry me. We had already signed the papers. This was just a phase. He was going to get through it. I tried to convince myself

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

I hadn’t realized I was shaking until he reached for my hands, gently squeezing them. “Look, I don’t know what picture you’re talking about. But whatever you saw, it’s not what it looked like—” “I saw it in the newspaper. Page six. I know exactly what I saw.” My voice cracked as I pulled my hands away. “You know, Nathaniel, when you told me you had a girlfriend, I never held it against you.” From the corner of my eye, I noticed Velma approaching, her expression curious, probably wondering what the fuss was about. “I tried so hard to be the understanding wife. Because after all, this is an arranged marriage, right? Temporary. No feelings involved. Nothing of that sort.”

He chuckled. "But seriously!" I insisted. "That's crazy to me. I didn't realize arranged marriages were still a thing." "In many parts of the world, yes. It works for many people. It's just their way of life. Not everyone has arranged marriages in Iran, only the wealthy and religious. My bloodline comes from a very small population there, and they just coordinate marriages to prevent incest. But it's also, for them, about pleasing their god." "So is there a woman back in Iran waiting for you to come sweep her off her feet?"

"Your addiction will be your ruin. "I will ruin myself in the best possible way," I retorted, giving a slight smile to the man and turning to enter the deck. "An arranged marriage has never brought many problems in royalty. It wouldn't be now that I would bring it. The duke's look of indignation showed me that he thought otherwise, but I didn't want to know. No one but him dared to question me. Our monarchical government was not as archaic as the few that still existed in the world. Even though I was a prince with obligations, I still had a small free will to decide the course of my story. And as long as Giovanna agreed to that marriage, I knew she would be on the right track.

"And the more you keep pushing, the more you keep trying to show me how disgusting your alpha authority is, the more you try to control what I do with my time and my career and my life, then I am going to decline that marriage invitation. Do you understand?" "Kaireen—" he started to say. "Do not forget," I continued, cutting across him again, "that this marriage alliance was arranged between my brother and your sister. It was about combining territories, about political stability, about alliances between packs. It had nothing to do with me and it had nothing to do with you. We were just convenient additions to sweeten the deal, extra pieces to make the arrangement more appealing to both side

Maria said suddenly, during a lull in conversation, "I understand this is an arranged marriage. How... progressive of you to agree to such an old-fashioned concept. Most American women I've met are quite insistent on marrying for love." The table fell uncomfortably silent. Amelia saw her mother stiffen, saw her grandfather's warning glance. "Maria," Alexei murmured, a note of reproach in his voice. But Amelia met Maria's gaze directly. "I believe there are many paths to a successful marriage, Lady Maria. Some begin with passion that must learn to accommodate practicality. Others begin with practicality that may develop into deeper feelings. History shows both approaches can yield great partn