Lavender Marriage Novels & Stories

But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay And I was straight. Dead straight. So why the hell would I marry a guy? My hands curled into fists at how ridiculous the idea was. No. Absolutely not. The idea of being tied to someone like him—of everyone looking at me like that—made my skin crawl. I could already hear the whispers, the rumors. Could already see the looks people would give me. Daniel knew exactly how I felt about Brandon. And yet, here he was, suggesting this insane idea. “Hear me out,” Daniel said quickly. “Brandon’s family is old money. Powerful, respectable. If you marry him, it would completely overshadow Drake and Hilda’s alliance.”

“Is he? Were they together? But he’s married! Is Jonas still in the closet? Or is his marriage just a…I don’t know what it’s called. You know the one I’m talking about, where the woman is married to a gay man?” I raised an eyebrow as I giggled a little. “Sometimes I forget how old you are,” I teased. “It’s called a lavender marriage, and it’s not just when a woman marries a gay man. The woman can also be gay, which is the case in this instance. I don’t care what his relationship is like. What I care about is that he crushed my best friend. He’s lucky I didn’t kick him in the balls so hard that they were lodged in his throat.” He chuckled as he nodded. “We are

“It is time. Let’s get you married.” I followed her out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as we made our way to the garden where the ceremony was being held. The sun was shining brightly, the sky a perfect blue, but it all felt wrong. Too perfect, too picturesque for what I was feeling inside. When we reached the garden, my breath caught in my throat. The place was decorated beautifully, with rows of lavender flowers lining the aisle, their soft purple petals waving gently in the breeze. Lavender. Of all the flowers they could have chosen, they had chosen lavender, my least favorite flower.

And then there were the toasts. Helena rose first, her slow regality, cane resting on the chair. "I wasn't always in favor of the concept of this marriage," she said, dry and deliberate voice. "But to see them now, I know love can bloom in the most unlikeliest soil. Vandaulf… my son, you've chosen a storm dressed as peace. And Lily… dear one, you've chosen a fortress with a heartbeat." She raised her glass. "May your battles be worthy of your love." A buzz moved along the tables—half laugh, half amazement. Lily's eyes filled up.

Lavender says all at once without taking a pause. "Look, enough talking about a dirty past. Yes, I believe I do have one, because I won't deny the fact that I was married before I got divorced. But look — we are different. No matter how you try to paint it to make it look like we're the same, we are not! I'm ten times better than you, and you know it. The reason my marriage doesn't work isn't because I am cheating or want to run away with a teenager like you do, but because he chooses my sister over me. He clearly tells me he is tired of the marriage, so there is nothing I can do — unlike you. You are the one who ditches your husband to follow a younger man because you believe he is going to

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.

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

Facing all these problems in my life from the lies to my child has made me appreciate the little things. My father enters the tarp with a beam on his face. I look in the mirror and adjust the lilac flower pin in my hair. "It is time, Kedest." He says with a proud gleam. After the reunion, our father and I bonded, and now we are close again. I love him and he loves me. I link my arm around his and walk out. The outdoor wedding has rows of snow-white seats filled with bustling people. In the middle, there's a wedding arch decorated with lavenders and purple lilacs. In the center stands Vittorio, his lavender three-piece suit is matched with his dyed ends.

"This is a vanilla chiffon with lavender buttercream. This is a very popular choice for couples looking for something airy and floral.” “Ooh,” I said, my heart fluttering. “That’s me. That’s exactly what I was imagining.” I closed my eyes as I took a bite. Soft. Airy. The lavender wasn’t as harsh as I expected. It just added a floral taste, just the kind of elegance I wanted at my wedding. "I’m not a fan of this flavour. Let’s do something else," Calix deadpanned. Naomi burst out laughing. "I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour."

Irene’s eyes twinkled with mischief and Raven smiled at her, “Nine all around?” “Yes.” “I’m sure it will be quite the surprise for him.” Raven chuckled, “I’m sure Sarah or Lily won’t have a problem adding them.” Laurel nodded, probably not. Sara and Lily had been enchanted with all the little details Raven had been explaining to her as they’d been decorating and arranging the celebration. It seemed that every aspect of their marriage was steeped in a tradition and symbolism connected to the origins of the kingdom. Raven set her at the front of the procession towards the lunar parlor where they were meant to hold the brunch.