No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

"Without friends and a wedding party, it wouldn't feel quite real, would it?" No, it wouldn't, Thomas begrudgingly admitted to himself. And therein lay the crux of the matter. This marriage, devoid of genuine affection and commitment, was nothing more than a pragmatic arrangement, a means to an end. Yet, as he gazed into Leah's pleading eyes, a pang of guilt gnawed at his conscience. Despite his reservations, he couldn't ignore the longing in her voice, the desire for a semblance of normalcy and authenticity in what was otherwise a charade.

I did neither. Some part of me recognized how strange it was to feel this unsettled over a woman I had married for reasons that had nothing to do with affection. I had gone into this arrangement expecting nothing more than a peaceful, distant partnership, the kind my own parents had managed for decades without ever once appearing to actually like each other. Instead I found myself standing in a doorway rehearsing apologies I did not know how to give, unable to look away from a woman who was clearly still deciding whether to trust anything I said.

It wasn't until Annika left that I felt the hollow she created in my heart. "Feelings? What do you know about affections?" "I recognize a ton more about that word than you do." I took a step towards her. "You married my father for his money, didn't it? You don't even like him, and I know he feels the same, yet you tolerate each other, right?" "Of course." She didn't deny it. It wasn't necessary. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell there was no love there. Outsiders always marveled at their partnership and how they had been together for 35 years, not realizing how strained their relationship was behind closed doors.

Kara shouted as though to an unseen audience, using the pause to raise her voice. “We were going to get married—he promised me this life—but do you think this little fairytale marriage means anything? Aaron still wants me! He says it constantly. This home. This household. Everything.” Marie exhaled sharply. “This isn't love. This is an obsession.” “Oh, don't pretend you're not scared”, Kara yelled. “Because you know in your heart that he doesn't love you as much as he loved me.” Susann looked at the guards sharply. “Move her now I said.”

I had memorized them by now. It was the same cold, calculated list of dos and don’ts. No intimacy, no romance, no expectations. Just a shared space and shared responsibilities. We’d live together, sleep in the same bed, but that was it. No touching. No crossing the line. Just a loveless contract marriage that made it painfully clear how far removed we were from anything resembling real affection. It was ridiculous, honestly. Cliché in the worst way, like something ripped out of one of those dramas where two broken people agree to fake something until they’re whole again. But this wasn’t a drama. This was my life.

"So, you don't believe in marriage?" "Even if I did believe in marriage, my parents relationship has given me many reasons to doubt its existence. It is basically a union of two people coming together for a common goal. What happens when there is no common goal? Wife gets angry. Husband raises his voice and curses the day he met her while the children watches and cry. If there is any little form of love left in my body, it died the day my mother called my uncle to tell him that my brother was dead and never coming back again.”

Julien grunts over the phone call. He cannot stay mad over Monica. Monica was showing him no obvious reason for being interested. Their marriage was a failure. Neither Julien nor Monica took shot to give their relationship the needful attention. They were all so busy acting it out that it was now hard to even know about each other's interests.

He looked a Rose and said. "What wife? Rose, you know better than anyone. we are not married because we are in love. Don't react like we are a real couple. Don't forget We just married for our interests." Aaron slammed the door and left the room. Rose was just looking at the door. She loses her all strength she sits on the floor. Tears continuously fall. "So I was just to fulfill your lust," She muttered to herself.

I was happy that there are no chances that she can love me. She felt disgust and hate for me. That intense detest can never be removed and it worked in my favor as I don't have to go through that feeling of betrayal again. When I don't love her, why'd I marry her? I have to get married to her but I can't give her love and moreover, I have turned this marriage into nothing but a mere display of ravish and repugnance for her. ‘That poor soul doesn't even know a thing. She just thinks that she married me to satisfy my lust as I'm gonna afford her expenses.’

“People change, and you should reserve such affection for your future husband. Likewise, I’ll only reserve my affection for my wife.” “But I want you to be my husband… Think about it, we have a lot in common, and I’m also extremely understanding. What’s more, we were very good friends as children, and people used to tease us all the time, saying that we would definitely get married! With all that said, don’t you think I’m qualified to be your wife…?” replied Fiona as she inched closer to him while fluttering her eyelashes. “…Even if you’re qualified on paper, marriage can’t happen without love. That aside, those people were simply joking around.”