The Marriage Act Novels & Stories

I didn’t have to deceive him into falling in love with me, though I doubt I can and he knows my conditions and I know his, conditions that I don’t mind fulfilling. “Good morning” he replies, his deep voice resounding from the other line, “we need to meet up at the marriage office today, to get our marriage registered” “Today?” I ask, completely shocked. I knew we were going to get married, I just didn’t know it’d be this quick. I was expecting family introductions, then a wedding being planned. “You don’t want to?” He asks, his voice sounding bored. I shake my head, “I do” I slowly say, “it’s just that I was expecting to be introduced to your family first, then a wedding. But I’m completely

Andrew can get what he wants and I also can get what I want, perfect combo. "Okay, state your condition.” "We are not allowed to develop feelings for each other, everything is just an act, we sleep in separate rooms, and outside we act like real couples but inside we act like the friends that we are. Also, our marriage should not be known by the public except it is urgent.” I started and went on with more conditions, he didn't argue with any at all. "Okay fine, that's no problem at all so we get married tomorrow, I hope you don't change your mind at all?”

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.

"Don't be ridiculous. Who do you think you are? My wife is Natasha. How could I have ever married you?" His awkward act was almost laughable, but I didn't bother calling him out. Instead, I went along with it. "Back then, you were drunk and out of it. I tricked you into marrying me. So now, I'll just undo it." Natasha's eyes lit up as she grabbed Gavin's sleeve, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Yes! Yes, babe. Divorce her! Then you can finally marry me!" Gavin's brows knitted tightly. It was obvious that he didn't actually want a divorce. Caught between our demands, all he could do was stall.

he says, “dating back to an old maritime-trade provision from the eighteen-nineties. Multi-party marriage, legally recognized, provided all parties consent and the union is properly filed. It was never repealed — just quietly stopped being used once social convention moved past it. Your grandfather's clause says married. It doesn't say to one person.” • • • Mr. Okafor's office opens at eight. I'm in the waiting room at seven forty, legal pad on my knee, four names written across the top in handwriting that gets progressively less steady the longer I look at it. His assistant offers me coffee I don't drink. I've had enough cold coffee for one lifetime by this point in the week. He waves me in

Most probably, Darsh opened a document as he began to read something from it. "Condition number 1: The marriage contract is for two years, after which we will file for mutual divorce. No. 2: I'll pay you to play my wife. No. 3: You must attend every conference and party I'd ask you, without any question asked. No. 4: No one may take advantage of the situation by touching the other. However, it's acceptable with approval. No 5: And the most significant one: We can't fall in love with each other."

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

“Davina, you’re correct — under New York Domestic Relations Law, without a marriage license and registration, there is no legally recognized marriage. In India as well, under the Hindu Marriage Act or the Special Marriage Act, registration is required for enforceability. A live‑in relationship, even with children, does not automatically confer spousal status. However…” He paused, tapping the contract. “…Damon has exploited a loophole. He’s not relying on a marriage certificate. He’s relying on contractual designation. By inserting Mrs. Shefali Damon Knight into the Share Transfer Agreement, he’s created a binding identity clause. The corporate registries don’t verify marital status — they si

"Marriage? Six months? What are you talking about Mr Fabian?" The lawyer, Mr Fabian scratched his head and looked at his client's grandson. "I'm sorry Mr Williams but Nana clearly stated it here. You can only access your trust fund when you're married and the marriage must be at least 6 months old." Victor Williams gaped and closed his eyes. 'Nana, why did you do this?' "Well I didn't know about this." Mr Fabian gave him a wan smile. "Well it's all here. There's really nothing I can do sir. I'm sorry."

THE WORD marriage was a big word for me. If ever you’ll enter into the sacrament of marriage, you must be ready for the lifetime commitment because marriage wasn’t just a stage of life where you wanted to marry someone at first then if you get tired, you’ll leave him or her. In the stage of marriage, there was no room for playing. People weren’t playing at this stage. Before two people enter this stage, you two must be very sure that you love each other and that both are willing to enter into a lifetime commitment. Being married to someone was the starting point where you will be building a family with your partner.