Hands In Marriage Novels & Stories

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Kanyadaan. Lowering his right hand he took my right hand into his as the priest directed. We United our hands in the presence of Agni (fire) as a sacred husband and wife. The closed fingers of my hand denote my heart as I'm surrendering my heart in the hands of the groom during the marriage while he held my hand as if taking my responsibility into his....... Panigrahana.

I wondered but I realized I wasn't going to get my answer by wondering, so I decided to ask myself, "What are you saying right now, Ethan?" He looked at me and raised his hand slowly, he then dropped it on the table opening his palm, "Your hands." He asked and nodded into his opened palm, obviously telling me to bring my hand. I did as he had requested and rested one of my hands on his own, he then closed it and interlocked our hands together, "What I'm saying Kate is that I want to give this marriage a chance, only if you want the same thing as well that is." He asked me.

I found myself asking, still in the refuge of my hands. "You know why." His voice, barely a soft brush of air against my ears. And then I felt his hands gently prying my hands away. Even after I let him, he didn't let go. I stared at his big neat hands. His beautiful hands clutching mine as if holding something very precious. "Marry me?"

Ashley I don't know what's more shocking is the fact that my husband, the man who rejected me ten years ago, has his hand on my thighs or the red booklet on the dashboard. It was just a blink! Just a blink! Is that how easy it is to get married? No wonder the cause of most pain starts from marriage. They should be banned for future human sake. “Where are we going?” I decided to push aside all my thoughts and tried to question. Keep a calm and collected front. I reminded myself. Failing to remove his hand from my thighs was already getting under my skin.

Closing the space with my beloved, I intwined my hand in his, but there were no sparks, no electricities, or chills. "We will begin with the handfasting ritual." Grey, the lead council elder, mumbled as he picked up two colors of ribbons from the mating tray. "The blue ribbon signifies harmony and patience. While the green ribbon signifies fertility and abundance of health. May your marriage be filled with these two magical colors and always blossom." He declared, his voice echoing through the hall of people as he intwined my hands to Asher with the two magical ribbons. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was finally getting married to Asher, and everything still seemed surreal.

Ian's mom invited a man who should be of the same age as her husband to be the celebrant, one who would officiate the ceremony. We were all at the garden sitting down, waiting for the celebrant to begin. "Handfasting has been an around for the longest of times, where hands are bound as a symbol of union, not of possession, mind you. But of partnership and respect," the celebrant started, his natural voice very audible. He paused for a while and stared at everyone one after the other, before he cleared his throat. "Can you all leave your seats and step forward?" A little scramble of chairs and we were all in front of him.

"I'm here, aren't I?" She looked nervous. Her hands were shaking a little. But she was wearing the ring. That had to mean something. "Ready for this?" I asked. "No. But let's get it over with." I reached for her hand. She pulled it back. "What are you doing?" "We're married, remember? We have to act like it." "I said no touching." "Jane, my grandmother isn't stupid. Married couples touch each other." She stared at me for a long moment. Then she let me take her hand. Her skin was cold.

“Inappropriate.” “You don’t get to just—” I waved a hand between us, the motion jerky, useless. My skin still burned where his fingers had brushed against my skin. “Reach for me like that.” His jaw flexed. That tiny tic I used to trace with my thumb when he was trying not to lose his temper. “You weren’t exactly pushing me away a second ago.” My fingers tightened around the fabric at my waist. “I didn’t expect your hand to end up there.” Heat crawled up my throat. I hated how small my voice sounded. “And in the future, keep your hands to yourself. Whatever touching rights came with our marriage are gone.”