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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Life Experience
- Published: 10/18/2023
Forced to love
Born 1990, F, from United Kingdom, United KingdomThere I was, waiting at the altar to meet my husband for the first time. I couldn’t mask my disgust and disappointment toward my family. How could they do this to me? How could they know what I like and love when they hadn’t asked me once? I had nothing but hate for them and this man. How could I run without them stopping me? There was no escape.
“I hope she likes me. I want to be the man she deserves—nothing less. Will she accept me and love me unconditionally? There’s nothing I want more than to make her proud.”
As I began walking, my legs started to tremble. Every step brought shooting pain up my spine, and my palms were sweating. It was hard to swallow, and my eyes began to water. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood in my mouth. I couldn’t help it; I was on autopilot, with no control over my body.
I raised my veil, but my eyes remained shut. I was afraid to open them and look. My heart was racing, and shivers ran down my spine. My breathing accelerated, and before I could do anything, I collapsed.
“Anaria, can you hear me? Please open your eyes. Someone bring some water, please!”
Cold drops touched my face, and I came back to my senses. I opened my mouth, and words came out, but I couldn’t make any sense of them. Then, I dared to look into his eyes. Everything slowed down, and everyone suddenly disappeared. It was just him and me.
His touch was soft and warm, his lips plump and pink, and his black curly hair seemed almost within reach. Who was he, and where had he come from? I was speechless, lost in his blue eyes. I raised my hand and touched his cheek with my fingertip, sliding downwards to his lips.
“I’ve seen this man before,” I whispered to myself. Everything felt so familiar, as though we had known each other for a long time. His touch had a calming effect, and my body responded to it. The feeling was overwhelming.
“It’s good to see you back with us. Do you think you can stand?” He put his hands around my back and pulled me closer to support me in case I decided to do another stunt.
We turned to face the priest so the ceremony could continue as expected. My eyes kept glancing at him, secretly trying to piece things together.
And then it hit me; he’s the man I kept seeing in my dreams. He always visited me as I fell asleep, cuddling me when I felt lonely and keeping me warm. I couldn’t believe it, how could it be?
I smiled and squeezed his hand, knowing that everything would be okay.
Forced to love(Ioana Botica)
There I was, waiting at the altar to meet my husband for the first time. I couldn’t mask my disgust and disappointment toward my family. How could they do this to me? How could they know what I like and love when they hadn’t asked me once? I had nothing but hate for them and this man. How could I run without them stopping me? There was no escape.
“I hope she likes me. I want to be the man she deserves—nothing less. Will she accept me and love me unconditionally? There’s nothing I want more than to make her proud.”
As I began walking, my legs started to tremble. Every step brought shooting pain up my spine, and my palms were sweating. It was hard to swallow, and my eyes began to water. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood in my mouth. I couldn’t help it; I was on autopilot, with no control over my body.
I raised my veil, but my eyes remained shut. I was afraid to open them and look. My heart was racing, and shivers ran down my spine. My breathing accelerated, and before I could do anything, I collapsed.
“Anaria, can you hear me? Please open your eyes. Someone bring some water, please!”
Cold drops touched my face, and I came back to my senses. I opened my mouth, and words came out, but I couldn’t make any sense of them. Then, I dared to look into his eyes. Everything slowed down, and everyone suddenly disappeared. It was just him and me.
His touch was soft and warm, his lips plump and pink, and his black curly hair seemed almost within reach. Who was he, and where had he come from? I was speechless, lost in his blue eyes. I raised my hand and touched his cheek with my fingertip, sliding downwards to his lips.
“I’ve seen this man before,” I whispered to myself. Everything felt so familiar, as though we had known each other for a long time. His touch had a calming effect, and my body responded to it. The feeling was overwhelming.
“It’s good to see you back with us. Do you think you can stand?” He put his hands around my back and pulled me closer to support me in case I decided to do another stunt.
We turned to face the priest so the ceremony could continue as expected. My eyes kept glancing at him, secretly trying to piece things together.
And then it hit me; he’s the man I kept seeing in my dreams. He always visited me as I fell asleep, cuddling me when I felt lonely and keeping me warm. I couldn’t believe it, how could it be?
I smiled and squeezed his hand, knowing that everything would be okay.
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Valerie Allen
10/21/2023Hope in our day and age the "arranged marriage" is old news! Thanks ~
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