Novel About Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

“No, don’t call her. Please.” I walk to his side, kneel down, and start massaging his feet. I feel disgusted. “Rub my toes, servant,” he says with an evil grin. My hands move to his toes. It’s not like I can do anything about it. He’s my husband, after all. I can’t just slit his throat and get away with it—I’d be the first suspect. Maybe I should start watching How to Get Away with Murder. I shake my head at the dark thought. I feel so stupid doing this. I’ve always read about arranged marriages, but I never thought I’d end up in one.

The reflection in the mirror showed a man ready to fulfill his role, but my soul struggled with the idea of sacrificing my own happiness for a political convention. My thoughts and doubts haunted me, and I knew I needed to share them with someone I trusted. My closest confidant, Nicolau, was always by my side, supporting me in all circumstances. I knew I could trust him with my innermost thoughts. I met Nicolau in a secluded corner of the palace, where we could have privacy for our conversation. Taking a deep breath, I decided to open my heart and reveal my true feelings towards the protagonist and the arranged marriage. "Nicolau, my friend," I began, my voice loaded with emotion. "I've been

Her father’s face flashed through her mind. Her mother’s voice. The sound of the bulldozers tearing through their home. Slowly, she lifted her gaze. “Fine.” Vince’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “You’re accepting?” “Yes.” Her voice was calm now. “But don’t misunderstand something.” “Oh?” “I’m not working for you.” She leaned slightly closer. “I’m working against you.” Vince held her gaze. “That’s what makes it interesting.” And neither of them realized yet… That the dangerous arrangement they had just created would change both of their lives forever.

Right from day one, I suddenly started to realize why he was like that. Perhaps he didn't get his fame anymore. “Get your face clean and be ready for dinner tonight. Any form of clumsiness and tardiness won't be allowed.” He said and started to walk off, then he stopped in the middle of the hall. “And, we are to go for a contract marriage today.” He announced, and my eyes widened in utmost disbelief. “What!?” “I am sure you are not deaf and you could hear me. We are going for a contract marriage today. I hate it when people make me repeat myself.” He said, his voice oozing with coldness, and I sighed.

He will look at my eyes and confess his undying love for me. I got everything I wished for except the only thing that I desired with my whole heart. Everyone thought that my arranged husband was a prince. But they all failed to see behind that handsome face, to see him for the monster he is. In the world's eye, he was the perfect man a girl can wish for but in reality he was anything but that. When I was first informed that I was engaged to him, I didn't even know what that actually means. I asked my mother about that and her answer only confirmed that fairytales do exist. If only I knew how wrong she was.

"I...You wouldn't understand Blair, you are just seeing this from your side, do you know how I felt about this, the entire thing?" "What are you saying Dylan?" "I had my life, ok? Before all this, I had my life. Then I wake up one morning, finding out that I'm going to get married to some girl just because her Father owes mine money and my Father wants to punish me. Did you think I was jubilant at that?" "What about me? How did you think I felt? You don't know half the things I'm going through. Marrying a stranger to pay off my Father's debt, barely two months till my fiance left me. Did you think the attitude you have been giving me made everything better?"

So concerning Daniel and Kathie marriage I was think we should get them married by next weekend" I said. The two women nodded their head. " That is good" my wife said. " We will start the wedding preparations as soon as possible" Mrs Donald said. " It is not a loud or noisy wedding, you it is an arranged marriage it is not based on love or feelings for each other.. it is against their will.. we will only invite friends, families and business partner" Donald said. I nodded my head. " There is no problem on that" my wife said. " I also agree with you" Mrs Donald said.

“Stop right there. That was a mistake I made. I might like your tongue, but the man attached to it leaves a lot to be desired.” “What if I offered to pay for your new kitchen in exchange for your hand in marriage?” “What is this, the Middle Ages? No.” “Just in the name. We don’t have to... you know.” “No, Taylor, I don’t know. What in God’s name could be so bad that you’d need a wife to get out of it?” This was it. The moment of truth. I took a deep breath and raked a hand through my hair as I pulled together the words I wanted to say.

I asked, trying to sound calm, though excitement crept into my voice. Dylan gave a soft chuckle, exhaling a ring of smoke. His tone was casual, even indifferent. “It’s an arranged marriage. I can’t let it look too bad.” The smile on my face froze. “Who is the ring for?” I heard my voice, dry and brittle. He kissed the corner of my lips. “Obviously, for the woman my family picked for me. Who else?” My blood turned to ice. “Didn’t you say you hated arranged marriages?” I forced the words out. “At Mason’s birthday party, you said—”

Her father then interrupted: "He’s not young anymore, the family over there can’t wait for you." She contradicted her father’s words: "Dad, there are a lot of other men." "You? Are you going to make your parents angry?" Then her father hugged his chest. Jennifer Martinez knew her father’s illness, so she didn’t say anything more, asking permission to go up to her room. Step by step up the stairs, how heavy each step. Perhaps her whole life she could not have imagined that her marriage would be arranged, marrying someone she did not love, the heavy feeling that weighed on her small heart like a big iceberg. In her heart, she also knew that it was impossible to avoid this arranged marriage. Bu