Forced Marriage Areej Shah Novels & Stories

" Krisha added. "But.." "No if and but. Shreya find a boy for you by yourself only otherwise you have to marry someone you don't love just like me." Krisha said with a sad face. "Ok but please don't be sad. I can't see you like this." Shreya said while giving her a hug. "I am fine." By saying that she hugged her back. "Abeer is nice boy Krisha." Shreya said while breaking the hug. "Right now it's not about Abeer. It's about Aakash. Let's go and tell him your decision." After that both of them reached the table . Krisha hold Abeer's hand and said,"let's go , they need to talk in private." By saying that they leave the cafe.

Secondly, without discussing it with him, she blurted out such things so flatly. "Maa....listen I...” Arjun stammered while speaking. "I don't wanna hear anything. You have just proved today that you have no features of mine." "Mrs. Solanki. He doesn’t know anything about it. I made the decision by myself." "Who are you to take such decisions by yourself? What do you know about him and his family?" "I am a 22 year old Italian girl, named Myra Moretti, who holds valid citizenship of Italy. I have every right to make decisions for my own marriage. I know nothing about them, but with time I would know."

she questioned again looking at her fingers. Shishir gripped her arms and pinned her against the door. In a cold tone, he said, “because we had a contract marriage and according to it you are my slave.” Ojaswi held her head high and looking deep into his eyes said, “If I am your slave then no one sends their slave away. If you send me away then it proves that I am no longer your slave… Do you want that? And, and, I too know that I had a contract marriage with a man named Shishir bearing the surname Mendes. So in that accordance, I am your Mrs. Ojaswi Shishir Mendes and that is probably the other reason for me not going anywhere from here.”

“Come on Ainnie, I need to at least give your parents a call. They need to be there for your nikkah.’ Her mother insisted and got out of the room. The days of her freedom were numbered. And there was no escape from it—Zameer was stationed outside her house to keep an eye on her since Shehryaar still didn’t trust her. But who was she fooling. There wasn’t anywhere she could go or escape from Shehryaar. The Gala had given her an inkling of how powerful Shehryaar was. Inside that CEO and philanthropist façade, Shehryaar was a gangster of the country’s most notorious and dangerous mafia. And she was going to be his wife soon.

It’s our reputation issue be sincere don’t splash fun Mom believe me, I met with, a coincidence when I m in an emergency he helped me that’s all we don’t have anything between us I don’t even know about him Acha okay then tell me where are your wounds I couldn’t see it Mom, I didn’t get many injuries Shut up shakti Papa believe me I won’t do such a thing please understand me Shakti tomorrow is your marriage with advik Aryaan Mehra who you met, get ready for it...... That’s all I can say

Keeping the food tray on the bed, he too stood up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he bent down to whisper in her ear “There’s no need to try princess, I will F.U.C.K you even if you say no.” His reply made her shudder. Moving a bit away and creating a safe distance between them came her reply with full of hate and disgust. “of course, you will, because you are a fucking rap.ist, who raped his own wife. You fuck.ing disgust me, you bloody monster.” Arjun ran his fingers in her hair and kept staring at her with an unknown emotion, which Shweta couldn’t grasp. His grasp on her hair tightened to the point that she winced in pain. She held tightly onto his arm, trying to get him to rele

Lora said happily. "Well, there is just a tiny catch, as my dad likes to call it. I have to marry Alexander to sign the contract and merge the companies." I said and started crying. How could my own father do this to me? I am his daughter, and he is going to make me marry someone just to grow his business and gain more money. "And you know what the worst part is??" I asked her still crying on her shoulder. Her blouse was wet from my tears. "He, says, he is doing this for me. To secure my future... I mean can you believe this?!" I said and I was now coughing from shouting so much. I was upset. How could he?

You are married and therefore you only have that one person in your life. “No, Chef. I have also never lied to her. We have been together since we were sixteen. It has never been easy but the last two years have been the hardest. I think this was just too much for her.” Johnson says. “Where is she now?” Eric asks. “She moved to her mother, with my two daughters.” Johnson says with tears in his eyes. “May I call her?” Eric asks. “Yes, Chef.”

" Keysha took a deep breath before continuing her words. "Recent news posted by someone on social media and saying I am the wife of his son Aditya Wijaya is all true," said Keysha while showing a screenshot of Aditya's mother's post on a large monitor screen. "Then why did you hide your marriage, Mrs. Keysha?" asked one of the journalists. "This is what I will explain: I married because of an arranged marriage that was carried out by my grandmother and Aditya's parents; you could say we were forced to marry because there was no love."

Chris was right when he said she couldn’t escape him, he stole her heart and she was a willing victim. A forced marriage turned into the best marriage, full of love and happiness for Rita Jones. She loved her man with all her heart, body, and soul and the love deepened with each year spent together. Chris made her feel so valued and loved every day. That’s all that mattered to her. His love for her.