Romance About Arranged Marriages Novels & Stories

“I want to stand at the altar beside and go hunting with you, I want you by my side because even as much as I do not like the fact that this was arranged by our parents and it is a political kind of marriage but with my petty rage and anger aside, I do know that this is the best match for me so my answer is yes. I do want the union but we would have to take things very slow.” “I can do that.” Jared promised as he smiled at Alexa. “Political?” He asked, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he wondered about what she probably knew. They kept the news of Flynn’s threat from her to protect her and to make her feel better and not pressured into anything because it was for her kingdom.

Tariq and I have not even kissed and they want a baby? Maybe on the cheek only occasionally, when he goes to work or in the morning when he wakes up. But one doesn't become pregnant with that. And sex isn't something we are going to do anytime soon. Am a little skeptical about doing sex with Tariq. Ofcourse during the first few days of our arranged marriage that's what I expected, but after the truth I believe Making love is way more better than having sex just because we are married. Falling for him, or him falling for me isn't easy cause whatever we are and have isn't what we both wanted.

He asked me to meet people. I threw it on him. Find a groom for me. Because I know he will choose the best for me. I trust him with everything. "That's crazy to do an arranged marriage in this era", Nancy husked when I told her about the groom-hunting. "Especially when it's not unwanted. You're weird" People like me exist. Not much. I just know that I want love to find me. Arranged dates, forced proximity, contract marriage, forced marriage— my mama's reading lists when she was a teenager, aren't definitely my thing.

The friendly, bookish man who’d been so curious about the outside world had been intended as my husband? “That’s…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “I know it’s a lot to process. But you have to understand, arranged marriages aren’t about romance in our world. They’re about creating the next generation of gifted children, ensuring the survival of our abilities.” I thought about Karl’s genuine smile, his curiosity about my life. Had he known? When we’d talked in the hallway, had he been thinking about what might have been? “Does he know?” I asked.

Mishka asked, creasing her nose while Christian was looking at her calmly. “I agree, we don’t know each other. I agree we didn’t get a chance to know each other. I agree we are different from each other, but there is a thing in this world called Arranged Marriage. Why can’t we just get married normally and see where it goes?” She asked, holding her tears back, but her heart was pounding inside her chest thinking about her future and Leo’s illness. “Because I don’t want to complicate my life. I don’t love you and I don’t want to marry you,” Christian spat in a high pitch, but then he composed himself.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

“Well, damn. I’m happy for you, brother. I will disown you if my wife and I won’t be your principal sponsors.” I joined them, laughing. “I’m thrilled, brother, but we might get married in the City Hall or before the judge.” “Why? Is she pregnant?” “God, no. We haven’t—you know.” “Wait. What I’m missing here?” “We’re arranged.” “Holy fuck,” he reacted. “Shit.” That one came from Princess Carlott. “Language, sweetheart,” Rome chided his wife, only to laugh at him. “How? Are you okay with all of this? I mean, she’s beautiful. Storm even said, London’s hot.”

“Come, let’s go downstairs. If you keep sitting, you might wrinkle the dress, mia cara.” “I don’t give a damn about this dress,” I glare at him with narrowed eyes. “With this marriage, the Russian mafiosos will give us a truce. You will be protected.” “And you will be richer, won’t you?” I say sarcastically. I had done my research, and as fantastical as it sounded, it was my reality. For centuries, arranged marriages had been popular among the mafia. They did it for various reasons—agreements, protection, truces… And now, I was part of it.

"Well, he asked me to be a responsible man. Reliable, caring, and also to protect her well. He also emphasized that because this marriage is based on an arrangement, if in the future there's no love growing and you start to get bored, it's best to return Ghea to her parents' home amicably." Darwin and Kennedy both nodded, understanding what Randy had just conveyed. "And how about you and Ghea and your marriage?" Darwin inquired. As a graduate of arranged marriage, he simply wanted to hear about his cousin's vision and mission for the future. "I've said it before, even though it's an arranged marriage, I am serious about this marriage. I even hope there won't be any divorce in the future. But

This impossible, devastating, completely fucked-up moment where I realize that the arranged marriage I’ve been dreading might actually be to the one person I’ve wanted all along. But wanted on my terms. Not like this. Not as some corporate merger disguised as romance, orchestrated by people who think love is a line item on a balance sheet. He was supposed to be my choice, not my assignment. The blood drains from my face like someone just opened a valve and let all my hopes leak out onto Le Vieux Château’s marble floors. Because this changes everything. And absolutely nothing. I’m still trapped. Still being traded like property. Still walking into a marriage that’s more about quarterly projec