Novel & Cerita The Marriage Counsellor

I called Saurya and Veer on conference call. R : Hii guys. V : What happened Saddu? R : I am getting married tomorrow. You guys have to be here. S : What the hell dude. Don't mess with this topic. V : Be serious Raghav. R : It's truth. Grandma has fixed my marriage with some old friend's granddaughter. V : Raghav think twice. Divorce is prohibited in your family. Arrange marriage is fine but don't take decisions in moments. S : If you want we can talk with dadi.

Maybe Enrico had no idea the registration never went through. I looked up at him, my voice trembling. "Enrico, there seems to be an issue with our marriage registration. Let's go redo it. Right now." A flicker of panic crossed his eyes. He reached up and ruffled my hair. "Why are you so anxious over something this small? I'll have Viktor handle it. You just rest." The last glimmer of light in my heart went out completely. After a long silence, I slowly nodded and forced out a single word. "Okay."

Anya rushed her questions. " No, no. It's probably nothing. Listen, bigger problems first." She handed Anya a card and said, " That there is the leading marriage counsellor in town. Before we start his treatment, you might need to pay the doctor a visit, talk your differences through." "Why?" She asked wiping away a tear.

“I asked him if he would go to marriage counseling. He said no at first… but I kept asking and asking until he finally gave in. But he resented me for it. And he never really tried. Whenever we went to see the therapist, he just crossed his arms and didn’t say much. He quit after three sessions. He said we were fine, and he was tired of some stranger judging our marriage. He said nothing was wrong, that all married couples eventually ended up like us. “A couple of years after the marriage counselor, Stephen… Mr. Hill… he confided in me that he and his wife were having problems. I remember he said that he thought your dad and I were a perfect couple, and that he wanted his marriage to be just

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

Deep down, I knew she was speaking the truth, something I hadn't been willing to tell myself for the past few days. But the problem was that this advice wasn't suited for us because all we had was a fake marriage. I was too immersed in my thoughts that I failed to catch the remaining words the doctor had spoken. Theodore reached for my hand as he responded, his deep, sombre voice bringing me back to reality. “We understand, Doctor,” he said. “From now on, I promise to prioritize my marriage first, and get rid of any other....distractions.” The marriage counselor finally looked pleased as she closed the file on her desk. “Then that's good.”.

"She knew exactly what she was in for. I don't know what this session is for in the first place." Oh wow, I am hoping this particular piece of information he has thrown at the woman does not surface as breaking news. Why did he have to bark out the fact that this was a business marriage on day one just because there is a confidentiality agreement? "I am not the one who wanted to 'give this marriage a try'." I roll my eyes. "Last time I checked, you were the one holding so desperately on to this marriage and wanting to make it work." "If that's the case, marriage counselling is a great way to start the mending of your relationship." She says.

The counselor asked me, voice softer now, directed only at me. My mouth opened, then shut. I forced words out, each one shaky. “I think… I think marriage shouldn’t feel like a battlefield every day.” The air shifted. Joe exhaled sharply, irritation snapping off him like sparks. “See? Drama. Always drama.” Something flickered in the counselor’s expression. His pen stilled. For a heartbeat too long, his gaze stayed on me, like he was holding back words he had no right to say in this room. But it was gone. He nodded, scribbling something down. “What’s important is that both of your feelings are heard in this space.”

She asked with a confused look. "I'm not interested in your family matter. I'm only concerned about your marriage that's about to crash." "Why?" "Well, I'm a Marriage counselor." "Oh! that explains it all then. Sadly, I don't think any marriage counselor will be able to revive this marriage." "Why?" "Because I don't want it to be revived, I like it this way. I want peace of mind. So, it is better to just stop hoping you will help us because my mind is made up already."

He then answered his own question, saying, "It started when I decided to marry Meryl. I was eager to know what she was like as a child after meeting you guys and Beth, yet all I ever heard were negative things about her. "You convinced me that she was a selfish woman who bullied her sister. As her husband, I felt compelled to take up the responsibilities you claimed she shirked. Yet because of that, I ended up hurting the woman I love." He lowered his head as he finished speaking. He refused to meet my eyes throughout his entire speech, consumed by a palpable fear that I would walk out of his life forever. While Wallace had been speaking, Mom's tears had begun to stream down her face uncontr