الحب أولا بعد الزواج Novels & Stories

That’s a beautiful story with a happy ending D. I : "We really missed your wedding D! But I am happy that you got your first crush! Now should I say first love?" R : "That's definitely a childhood love! The waves between them are so strong! That’s why they got pulled into a marriage!" M : "So finally you had a love marriage with your dad's approval! Our college seniors and other department boys that came after you are going to curse you! Hahaha!" D : "Manoj, that’s not funny! It’s not a love marriage! It’s love after marriage! And never

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

But at the same time, I felt a sense of relief because I still hadn't figured out how to interact with him. We had our first argument since getting married. I seemed to be quite bad at dealing with such situations. Sometimes, I even envied those girls who could effortlessly charm men with their coaxing. Now that I was a bit calmer, I began to reflect on the time I had spent with Brenda. Our marriage had originated from my impulsiveness, and his marriage was merely a necessity. But what had changed now? I thought the answer was me. I had gained more from this marriage than I had expected, but now I was becoming uneasy, dissatisfied, and capriciously wanting more.

I say as I remember the time we were at the lake side and he told me that he loves me just after out first kiss. "Wow. But is it worth it? I mean is marriage is important?" Danvi asks. "That is one complicated question. But I will answer it. It is worth it to me. I had only small group of people who meant a lot to me along with my people. Then I got this whole new family to love. It is not necessary to be married to stay happy. But marriage is beautiful when you bring love in it. It is not necessary that it should be there from the beginning. But with trust, respect, understanding and honesty you can make it. But it has it's troubles too and there should be. Too much sweetness is not good fo

I was clearly the innocent party in this marriage, yet all the responsibility somehow fell on me according to their reasoning. "Even if you're right, and what he and his first love have is true love, then why did he drag his feet by refusing to divorce me while also having an affair with his first love? If they deeply loved each other as you claimed, then he should've immediately ended our marriage the moment his first love returned, right?" Once I finished typing that, I added, "Anyway, I don't see even a hint of true love between them." The other person didn't reply for a long time. Just when I thought they weren't going to say anything, a new message notification appeared. I opened it.

“None of that matters now. Breaking up before marriage is always a blessing.” “True enough.” They chatted a while longer, and soon the first courses began to arrive.

I wiped her tears off her cheeks with my thumb. She held my hand to her face. “I need you the same way I need air. You don't have to love me; it's fine since I love you. Once we get married, the feeling will begin to form.” She spoke fast, “Not all marriages began with a love story. Some couples fall in love after their wedding, and there's nothing wrong with that.” She said. I removed my hand from her face and stood straight, knowing that no matter what I said, she'd never get it, and that was fine. She may not understand this now, but I'm sure she will in time.

“I helped bring her here. I was the one who found her. I was the one who—” “And I’m her husband.” “And I knew her first.” I stared at him in disbelief. “That’s what this is about?” I hissed. “You think because you were there first, she belongs to you? You think you get to be here because of some expired claim on her life?” “She loved me,” he said softly. “Yeah. Loved. That's all in the past now. She loves me,” I shot back. “She married me. She chose me.” His eyes flickered.

“Clean you up.” I jolted away from his arms. My insides smeared with heat. “What nonsense are you talking about?” Killian placed his hand on the bed, tilting his head to size me up. “Are you shy now? Or have you forgotten the things we did during the first month after our marriage?” My head spun slightly from the heat. I wrapped my arms protectively over my body. How could I forget? After the wedding, we had to stay together for the first week to consummate the union.

“We can just go with the flow. He won’t know it’s fake.” “He’s not smart?” His voice carried a small hint of disbelief. “That’s who you chose to be with?” Humiliation burned my skin. “When you’re in love, you overlook everything else.” “I suppose so,” he murmured, his expression softening as he leaned against the seat. “But you shouldn’t have to settle for less just because you’re in love. You should come first. Always.” Then he looked at me. “It’s just…friendly advice.” I almost wanted to laugh.