What Does Arranged Marriage Mean Novels & Stories

And still, she didn't back down, staring at me with such sensual malice. "Are you going to try to hold me hostage?" she taunted. "Keep me and shackle me to you until you can hand me over to a man who will rape and torture me?" Dammit. She had to word it like that. I didn't want to think about that part. It was simply the way things worked in this world. An arranged marriage was a common occurrence, and I wasn't the man to stand up and protest to the tradition of it. "I have my orders." And I will not fail this job.

“Why, Rymalene? You look bothered.” “Bestie, I'm getting married soon.” “Then why are you sad?!” She swallowed audibly, “It’s an arranged marriage. Haha, but lucky me he’s handsome. We’ll get to have cute babies. “ Her fiancé suddenly turned to us. Hmmm. Yes, he’s handsome, but shouldn’t marriage be founded on love? I just realized she had left without even saying goodbye. Tsk. Arranged marriage, huh? Crazy. It’s like a scratch sweepstake where you rub a paper and god knows whether you win or not. But I hoped they’d live a happy marriage life.

He couldn't help but laugh at Randy's arrogant attitude, which he had often displayed. "What? An arranged marriage? Seriously?" Darwin asked incredulously. "Yeah, Win. You know I never lie, right?" Darwin nodded afterward and then sat across from Randy, trying to find out what was really happening. "Are you seriously going to be in an arranged marriage?" Soon, hearty laughter erupted from Darwin's lips. He was delighted to hear that his arch-nemesis was experiencing a fate similar to his own—being arranged for marriage. Such was the destiny of heirs of wealthy families. If they couldn't find a spouse of equal status, they would be arranged to marry someone from a similar background to streng

"Wait a minute." I nodded, looking at him as he stepped to the quieter side of the room, while I shifted my gaze to the wine bottle within arm's reach. After no one was around me, I felt stressed again. I was getting married, having children, and most likely not being able to continue my college education, which was only in the process of passing three semesters. Then, my childhood friend put me in that situation. Everything was a mess. I already knew that arranged marriages were less about love and more about the interests of the bride and groom's respective families, so the personal feelings of the bride and groom were less of a consideration.

I wasn't planning to accept the arranged marriage, but at least I want to know what I'm refusing about. The document binding my arranged marriage was much longer than I would have expected, it seems that my grandfather and my fiancé's grandfather thought of absolutely everything that could go wrong, and put many clauses about that in the document so that everything would go "right" or as best as could be defined as "right" in the end.

I expected this already anyways. "Alright, Grandpa," I answered, bracing myself for the inevitable introduction to a woman chosen by my family, not by my heart. People say arranged marriages are like a plan for a steady life. No messy emotions, just a logical decision based on tradition and family advice. It might not have the intense passion we associate with love, but is that a fair exchange for a stable and predictable life? If I follow my grandfather's choice, my life would be straightforward. No heartbreaks, no one-sided love, just following tradition without the need for big romantic gestures or dramatic love stories – just quietly accepting the path set for me.

I didn’t know what he saw, but he continued, "And the money is separate from what I wish to give you. I would still lavish you daily with everything your heart desires or anything I thought you needed or wanted." He was laying out the terms but my mind was still stuck on one word. "M—m—marriage?" I squeaked. He nodded. "Yes, of course. I want to be bound to you legally. I want our children to have a loving family with a father and mother dedicated to them. Think of it like an arranged marriage. They have happened since the dawn of time and often the bride and groom had never met before their wedding day.”

“Are you doing bride prices or something?” “No, no!” Alys giggled. “I only meant that… well, it’s better if the young, strong males don’t tear each other apart, obviously. If the families have already agreed to a match, the male won’t have to fight for her.” “So… this is like arranged marriages?” Brenna shrugged. “Somewhat. There is a lot more to it, but yes, the parents usually make agreements before the actual ceremony.” “And do you all just show up and get married, or something?”

"Don't try to act all smart. There's one thing you need to know. You've got the bad ass. It's either you opt out now or never. You can still be saved or you'll be in a bondage your entire life." "Do you think I want to do this?!" I asked in a slight yell. "Then opt out. Stop being pretentious. I didn't believe any lady could agree to an arranged marriage. I thought all ladies sought love. I totally forgot that ladies are money searchers. But still, they appreciate love with money. That's why you're unique." He avowed. "You've got it all wrong. He shrugged and walked past me, heading to the door. "I'll pick you up tomorrow so you can get your stuffs."

“I want you to stay, I want you and me to help our parents with the plans…” “More like curtail them before they go overboard.” Jared cuts in. “That too.” Alexa agrees. “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.”