Novel & Cerita No I Do Not Love The Groom

I always dreamt of marrying a man who would appreciate my baking. "Anything for you love" he said making my cheek turn red. "I wouldn't be able to stay too long" I announced. before I got carried away by the serenity of the environment and the sweetness of his words. "I understand, you have to prepare for tomorrow right," he said. I smiled. I loved that I didn't have to explain myself much. "Are you coming?" I asked, in our culture the groom wasn't required at the engagement. "no. I am taking my father to the hospital," he replied.

“Have you lost your mind because I said I’m not marrying you? “I already told you—this entire wedding was a lie. There is no groom!”

I haven’t finish saying the word thank you because he already moved his sight away from me and the priest stood in the middle of us…he looked at us… I looked at Father while smiling, while Joeff, poker face. I guess this is the only time Father would be marrying someone who are not excited. And the groom is not emotional just not what I often see in youtube…you will see that most of the grooms…when they are already with the love of their life, the one whom they are going to marry…they cry. But Joeff…nothing. Emotionless. And his eyes seem like a scanner that really wants to reveal who I really am.

I decided to marry Nilesh. “I don't think, I know you will be happy with him. You will always be my friend no matter whom you marry. So stop this stupid sentiment. Tell me if you like him in the picture?” “I do!” I said without even looking at the photograph. “Nope! You haven't even seen it yet. No compulsion. If you don't like him, I can look for another groom. Your wish is the first priority.” He said. I just wanted to laugh at his words. He would never ever understand me or my love.

Then slowly i lifted mine gaze at the groom. He stood there utterly unbothered, tapping away on his phone. Our eyes met-blank, unreadable, void of recognition. He wasn't bad looking, I admitted to myself. If I was to be trapped in a loveless at least fate has granted me some one tolerable to look at . The pastor was listing out whatever rules and word from the scripture ,I turned my eyes to my left where my family were sitting and my dad was smiling grin to grin my mom has no emotion on her face ,but my brother was literally crying.

Sophie said to me and engulfed me in a hug as she beamed,“Congratulations! God, You’re looking so pretty, Girl!” “Thanks. And you’re also looking very beautiful.” I said, pulling away. “Thanks. By the way, where is your groom?” She asked. In hell. My mouth gaped and my heart skipped a beat, my throat dried as I mentally prepared myself for that unbearable moment. Knowing I cannot run away from it and the time to get bound to the guy eternally is near. I took a step back and turned, looking for him and replied, “He is not here.”

I quickly crossed the street and got into the car. What I didn’t expect was to see Adrian sitting in the backseat, frowning at his phone. Traditionally, the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride until the ceremony, but this wasn’t a real marriage, so it didn’t count. He didn’t even glance at me when I shut the door, and I couldn’t have been more relieved. This was business. We had no say in each other’s lives. The ride was silent, thick with tension. I fidgeted with the bouquet, wrapping and unwrapping my hands around the stems, willing my heart to calm down.

I tried to protest a lot and ask him for a last chance to go back Russia and talk to Mikhail but he straightly denied saying I don't have to beg for someone's love but little did he know how much I need him. He talked the groom about Liam and he is whole heartedly ready to except Liam as his son. In these two weeks all the rituals happened except engagement because it will happen on the wedding day. But the irony was I don't even know the name of my from because of this much hurry in the wedding.

Because of my stubbornness, the once confident and proud couple had been reduced to slumping shoulders and lowered heads. I hated that it took me this long to wake up. Because of me, they had to humble themselves before Julian's parents, unable to lift their heads with dignity. "Mom, Dad, the wedding is off. I'm not marrying him." "What?"

Rhett looked shocked and stood like a statue staring at me, while Harrison and the rest of the groomsmen were looking around at each other and back at me, almost in a comical fashion, all baffled at my answer. I tightened my hold on Rhett’s hands and told him, “I don’t think either of us truly wants to go through with this wedding. Neither of us is in it one hundred percent, and that’s not how it’s supposed to be. Both of us have lingering eyes, and that’s not how it’s supposed to be.” He swallowed nervously as I said that. “I love you, Rhett, and I know you love me, but I think you love me in a different way than you should to be standing up here with me.”