Kisah Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta Novels & Stories

Nomatter how much she avoid his presence in her life but the realiy hits her at the end and she can't help it. Not wanted to step out of the room , she denied her friends who asked for the treat. The following day reminds her of their grand wedding , where nothing is grand, and just a court marriage without the owner. Their marriage took place without one's presence and that's Vaibhav. He offered the agreement , signing them to her. His Lawyer, did approached her in Orphanage, one fine morning , and asked her to sign those papers which Vaibhav had already signed under his name. Though, his way of approaching the marriage didn't goes well with Naira but reluctantly she signed and this way the

Rajesh uncle said to me. I just nodded to their request, how can I talk about this with him we are not in love, sorry he's not in love with me. And no one knows that we are not sharing a room and not living as a husband and wife. How can we have children? In this 5 months of marriage, he's not even initiated anything between us but one time the situation came but I pulled him away. What I am going to do, I thought.

My name is Alice, and I’ve been married for almost two years now. My husband, Sam, belonged to a middle-class family and I came from an upper-middle-class family. And things have been a little rocky. But the amount of love between us never changed. We don’t have any children yet, so we decided to hold on because my husband wasn’t financially stable yet and kids required a lot of finance. I didn’t care about the money he had or hadn’t. I was just happy to be with him. Ours was an arranged marriage, but we fell in love at first sight. He proved to me that he would love and cherish me and that’s all I wanted and needed.

The distant longing in his eyes told me of his once sincere love that died in vain. "Unfortunately, she wasn't Chinese. She was a German residing here in Korea that time. We met at Itaewon. Our family tradition strictly forbade marrying from another nationality, so you could tell ours was a forbidden love. I let her go. She married someone else, and now she's passed away for ten years. Died young of heart attack." I was drawn in to his stories. That night, all my fear had vanished little by little. Time passed with me slowly being comforted with the tales of this unknown man. He was warm, and kind, and sincere--nothing to be afraid of, I thought.

He asked me. I looked away. It’s embarrassing and painful to remember all this stuff. “My husband pecked my cheek when he was told he could kiss the bride, and whispered in my ear that he’s only married on paper but wanted nothing to do with me. After the ceremony, which only consisted of our fathers, my husband and me at the courthouse, he said he had business and exchanged his phone number with me and left. No honeymoon, no wedding night, no warmth.”

I’d had my chance at being a bride and I’d married a man who’d treated our wedding like a business transaction and our marriage like a secret he was ashamed of, and now it was done. My baby would never see me in a wedding dress. Would never ask how mommy and daddy fell in love. Would never see wedding pictures of their parents hanging in some hallway somewhere, never ask about how mummy and daddy met or what the ceremony was like or any of the things kids asked about their parents’ love stories. Because there was no love story. I blinked hard, forced myself to focus on literally anything else. The music started before my brain could spiral further properly. And annoyingly enough?

Some things can't be achieved through effort alone - like winning Levi's heart. But is it wrong to fall for someone excellent? Can't feelings be cultivated slowly? I pinched my palm, and when the sharp pain came, I suddenly missed Celestia so bad. This longing was mixed with unwillingness to accept it. But reality shattered me once again... The devotion I took pride in couldn't compete with the novelty of Jessa in Celestia's eyes. My occasional strictness seemed to have annoyed Celestia long ago. I went from my contacts to my photo album. There were photos of Celestia, photos of Celestia and me, photos of Levi and Celestia - but not a single family photo of the three of us.

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

But it was her only way out at the moment. When it came time to say their vows, the officiant read the words in a monotone, barely glancing at them. “Do you, Sophia Claire Reyes, take Liam Alexander Hart as your lawfully wedded husband?” Sophia's chest tightened, her vision blurring with tears. She wasn’t crying because she loved him. She was crying because this was not how she ever imagined it—desperate, broken, marrying a stranger just to escape. “I do,” she whispered, her voice cracking. The floor beneath her shoes suddenly felt cold.

It was a simple ceremony. No guests, no parties, no vows of happiness. Only Chloe and Ruan in front of a judge, surrounded by the chaos of her parents’ house and buried under memories and suffering. There was no way that marriage could succeed. His gray, cold eyes locked on Chloe the moment the judge declared them husband and wife. No matter how deeply his disdain struck her, Chloe simply wasn’t prepared for how beautiful he was. With the last ounce of dignity she had, she lowered her head, refusing to look at him. Every time she looked at Ruan and saw his irresistible beauty, guilt pierced her even deeper for what she had done the night before.