Is Marriage A Trap Novels & Stories

Lola responded with a tighter hug. They talked some more, and when Lily finally decided to leave, She was left with deep thoughts regarding all of Lily’s worries, she herself have those thoughts already, what is it really that makes them decide to get married, maybe Love is enough? She just doesn’t have the answer, because her mom married her dad out of love too she believes, but where did that end up? Well not everyone has the same fate, but can they blame her for not having faith in the institution of marriage, for not believing love is enough to trap someone in marriage. Her view of marriage is a trap, that is difficult to get out of.

I smiled sadly as I played with my rings. “Congratulations.” “It was an intimate wedding. I always dreamed of it. He gave me exactly what I wanted. It was perfect. He’s a good person.” I looked down at my finger. “It was just for a wrong reason. I feel like I keep him on a short leash. And that’s not what marriage is all about. Marriage is about partnership, trust, love, understanding, and respect.” “Can you tell me more?” “We’re tied to someone that only wants to break us apart. I can’t do that to him.”

I called Saurya and Veer on conference call. R : Hii guys. V : What happened Saddu? R : I am getting married tomorrow. You guys have to be here. S : What the hell dude. Don't mess with this topic. V : Be serious Raghav. R : It's truth. Grandma has fixed my marriage with some old friend's granddaughter. V : Raghav think twice. Divorce is prohibited in your family. Arrange marriage is fine but don't take decisions in moments. S : If you want we can talk with dadi.

If that were how we started choosing our life partner, marriage would be nothing but a business deal between a man and a woman. Men like Gavin required a lot from their wives. The women must have a higher bid on the plate than the men already have. Glamour, fame, reputation, charities, parties, and more mingled in the husband and wife’s daily routine, and both of them had to go with these. I wasn’t that woman in any way. Even if I were born once again, there was no way I could cope with that environment, but here I was living a life that someone else should have lived. It was a phenomenon that Gavin proposed to me for marriage when, in reality, I wasn’t anywhere near that man. Surely, it did

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

“You didn’t choose Drake. You will be given to him like an unwilling captive and the ring around your finger will be your shackle, the marriage your cage.” His dark eyes held triumph as if I couldn’t possibly argue my defense. My eyes darted to the ring around my finger. Its sight didn’t hold the same pride and excitement it used to. “You will have to surrender to his body, whether you desire him or not, and your body and soul are at his mercy. Tell me again, how is your arranged marriage different to being my captive?” Tristan leaned down, holding my gaze the entire time, and I didn’t step back. His lips grazed my chin, then my cheek, and finally my mouth. “Your ‘no’ means nothing in a marr

Beneath the surface, I was shattered too. We were both grieving. For our bodies. Our babies. Our marriages. For the lie we’d built up around the Moretti name. I used to think marrying into the Moretti family was a dream. Two sisters. Two powerful men. Glamour. Power. Love. But it had all been a trap. There’d been a comment once—on one of my old Instagram posts, back when I used to romanticize our lives with cute captions and matching outfits. "Hope you don’t regret marrying them. Men change."

Instead of the poverty you're drowning in. "And what happens when the year is over? I just walk away?" "With a substantial settlement. Enough to never worry about money again." “And I'm supposed to believe it's not a trap?” “It's not. Like I said earlier, it's just business. A transaction that involves signature from both parties. Nothing more.” I exhale. I should say no. Every instinct screams that this is a trap, a trick, another powerful man trying to control my life. I barely survived one marriage. Why the hell would I sign up for another one, even a fake one?

But today I realize what a serious thing a marriage is. - It is very serious. To think about marriage, in my opinion, you have to be with the person for a long time, long enough to make you believe that they are the right person to live by your side until the end of your life. It is much more than this. A relationship in itself is a huge commitment, imagine something like marriage. Everything doubles, it's more trust, more loyalty, more respect. I have seen many couples who were doing very well and when they got married their lives turned upside down. I honestly don't see this as a necessity. But I also think that my trauma has made me think more that way too.