No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

“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.”

] Ava: [But… you're married. "I know, and I don't want to lie to you. My marriage is just a loveless business union. Tina and I have been married for many years. Other than mutual respect, we don’t have much feelings for each other. In families like ours, everything is for the sake of interests.] Ava remained silent. Niel: [In truth, I've always wanted to marry a woman I love and live an ordinary and simple life, even if it means she doesn’t have much money or doesn’t come from an outstanding family.]

"We have another battle on our hands." I don’t ask for details. I don’t need to. The weight of his words is enough. As he leaves, I feel the association we recently produced getting endlessly, as though it was never there in the first place. I attempt to inhale through the frenzy ascending in my chest; however, the more I consider it, the more the truth hits me. This marriage isn't just about affection — it's about survival. Also, I'm worried about the possibility that no matter how much we open up to each other, we might not survive what’s coming next.

she questioned, her eyebrows raised. “I love Mercy very much,” Jonathan said. “But as a dear friend. There’s no romance between us.” “Oh I know that!” she said quickly and dismissively. “There doesn’t NEED to be romance in a marriage, though. A lot of marriages are partnerships. They function well.” “Not for me,” Jonathan stated flatly. “I need love. I won’t marry otherwise.” Sephora gave him a calculated look. “And she loves you?” Sephora asked. “She agreed to marry you?”

His innocent reaction made Seraphine humorously shake her head, and she expressed, "No, rather than getting married, I would prefer to maintain this friendship with you. Marriage is complicated. Maybe I am naive, but in marriage, one can't exactly be true to others. A marriage isn't necessarily a good thing. However, a honest friendship can be maintained for long." Seraphine didn't know why she had this view when she was inexperienced in both of her lives. But to her, Kayden was precious to the point she didn't want this relationship to be destroyed. A marriage on feelings alone can't be maintained. Many responsibilities come along marriage, and the passionate feelings does dim down slowly,

“Have you forgotten that I am a barren man?” Sean was silent for a moment. He certainly hadn't forgotten that fact, but why did Harvey have such limited thoughts about the meaning of marriage? “The purpose of marriage is not to have children, Harvey. Children are only a gift from God, so you can still be happy with or without having children.” "You talk like this because you already have Harriet." Now Sean got up from his reclined position to sit up straight. He was also thinking how to deal with this situation. "Did you ever talk about your infertility to Caroline?"

Keerthi was unprepared for the disappointment that coursed through her veins when her husband peppered kisses on her neck. Her eyes watered involuntarily, unpleasant thoughts running in her mind. She shut her eyes,why was her husband being affectionate. Was she delusional to think they have had an argument? But she didn't want to have a fight. She silently turned her neck to the side, giving access to her husband to kiss her. She was dejected, didn't her husband's truly want to know her state of mind before he took her into his arms. Keerthi was determined to not have a fight. Her husband made it seem like she enjoyed having a tiff with him,like she enjoyed getting into arguments. Though he

“It feels wrong doing this to her. She is happy. Or at least she thinks she is. And you’re her husband. I can’t....i won’t, be part of something that makes me look like the villain.” Silence stretched between us. And then he spoke. “She’s not my wife. Not in the way you’re thinking.” I turned slowly. He straightened, arms unfolding. “It’s a marriage of agreement. Not love. Not affection. Not even intimacy.” I stared at him, confused. “What?”

“So I kept trying.” “I’d suggest date nights.” “Family outings.” “Weekend trips.” “Dinner.” “Movies.” “Anything.” “Every conversation somehow turned into an argument.” He rubbed his forehead. “I honestly started questioning myself.” He looked at me. “I wondered if maybe I was imagining everything.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Then something else changed.” I frowned. “What?” His expression became painfully blank. “Our marriage stopped feeling like a marriage.” He swallowed. “There was no affection anymore.”