Parcel Pernikahan Novels & Stories

Her father, as well as the person who acted as the marriage guardian on this happiest day. "I marry and give in marriage, ananda Mahardika Wijaya bin Frans Adi Wijaya with my daughter, Eka Maheswari Saputra binti Tegus Saputra, with a cash dowry of 10 million, five grams of gold, as well as one unit of house and a set of prayer tools, paid in cash!" "I accept the marriage and marriage of Eka Maheswari Saputra with the aforementioned dowry paid in cash!" said Mahardika with one breath.

Heart exclaimed, “do you want to have an heir or something? If yes then it's a big no! I don't want to drag an innocent life into this mess and I want to raise my kid. Having kids at this type of marriage is not good.” “Heir? No. You don't have to worry about that,” Percival defended, “but bedroom activities still stand.” “What the fuck?! If you don't need an heir then why are you pushing this nonsense?!” “Because we are married, and a married couple does that,” Percival said as he shrugged and took a sip from his glass, staring at his wife. “Yes! But sex is an action to express your love for your partner, you heard me?! L.O.V.E. LOVE!”

She made a separate one with Jessica? No! I need to be sure. I scanned through the pages. Paragraphs blurred in and out as I tried to catch my breath, but my eyes locked on the key lines: “Party B (Ava Collins) agrees to remain legally married to Nathaniel Hargrave for a maximum period of 3 years…” “Party B will receive a monthly sum of $150,000 for the duration of this contract. Party B is entitled to an apartment under her name in Paris and additional assets - a car and additional ones as agreed.

A comfortable home, and skilled medical personnel. He looked me straight in the eye and continued, "As stated in the contract, our marriage will last six months from the wedding date. You'll receive a total payment of $5 million, paid in two installments: $2.5 million before sunset today, and the remaining $2.5 million upon completion of the contract.” He paused, his expression unyielding. “You'll need to quit your jobs, Alessia. Being a waitress and club worker isn't suitable for my wife, even if it’s just on paper.”

I ask her in amazement, because I thought what she had there were cooking recipes, or something else. "Yes, writing" she says looking at my eyes with that tender and beautiful light that shines in her hazelnuts. “And what is that story going to be called, my love?” I question her while he kisses her forehead tenderly. " MARRIAGE CONTRACT WITH A PARALYTIC " she answers, so I smile, because that's how we started. END.

This ritual is popularly known as Saat Phere and traditionally called Saptapadi. Saat Phere are seven vows taken collectively by the bride and the groom as they do the parikrama around Agni Dev by taking him as a witness to their marriage. This is called AgniSakshi. The groom leads his bride while doing the first four parikramas while the latter leads her man during the remaining three pheres. Now, let us take a look at what each of the seven vows or pheres mean and symbolize: FIRST VACAHAN The groom promises to take care of his bride, their children and the family.

They looked at the signs of wealth before they looked at him. Lena Hart looked directly at him. “Mr. Vale,” she said, extending her hand. “Lena Hart.” Her voice was calm, warm, and professional. Alexander rose and shook her hand. Her grip was firm. “Miss Hart.” She sat only after he gestured to the chair across from his desk. His assistant placed a tablet and several folders before her. Lena thanked her by name. Alexander noticed that too. “You understand the nature of this event?” he asked. “I understand that you are planning a wedding with approximately six hundred guests, including investors, press, political figures, and international partners. I understand that the ceremony and receptio

I did not realize when I read the entire message. --- Jackie, I know you don’t want to hear from me. I know you probably rolled your eyes the second you saw my name in your inbox. But please, just read this to the end. That’s all I’m asking. Tomorrow, our marriage contract ends. Just fourteen days, that’s all it was supposed to be. But somehow, somewhere along the way, you became the one thing I can’t imagine my life without. You became my home.

"So, he left you on a date all by yourself, or..." "Just taking myself out that's all. Oh, my food is arriving." Jeremy smiled sensing the excitement in her voice. They dropped her order and beverage with a chopstick in hand wrapped in a tissue. "Thank you." "So, I don't mean to pry, but how long have you been married?" Alexa looked at him. "You're prying, so I want to make things clear to you. I'm married for more than eight years, and I've got three kids. I'm not available."

He answered, settling at one end of the table. He forwarded the document to me and I quickly scanned through it. “Aha!” I exclaimed, catching sight of the clause I wanted. “Here…” I said, pointing at it. Gavin read out loud; “Acting wife receives a sum total of a billion and three hundred thousand dollars at the end of marriage tenure. Three hundred thousand dollars being incurred expenses for hospital bills.” “I want to receive half of my payment today being our wedding day, and the other half on our divorce day. It’s more poetic that way, don’t you think?”