Marry Me, Ms. Stranger

“Meeting someone and marrying them are two vastly different things,” I said to him quietly, crossing my arms, “What exactly is your plan?” “I’m planning to get married. To you!” He said, looking straight into my eyes. “That was selective hearing on your part, sir.” I said, “I won’t marry you.” His jaw gritted so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. His voice came out in a growl. “Why are you trying so hard not to like me? It’s a pretty good deal.” “It’s a crappy deal wrapped up in stupidity. I would rather have all my teeth pulled out using pliers without anesthesia than marry a stranger,” I replied. “There is no going back, Ms. Lewis. The sooner you accept, it’s better for everyone,” He snapped back, his voice cutting. “What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? The ‘n’ or the ‘o’? I don’t want to marry you,” I shouted. “You will accept. You will say ‘Yes’ to this marriage.” He enunciated each word slowly as if he was biting t

I walked toward my parents. “Tell me he is joking!” My mother looked away. “We have no other choice,” said my father. I gasped in disbelief. “No choice? What am I? A product you bought on A****n that you must return in thirty days?” I bristled. “No. No. Mr. King said you both know each other.” My father’s gaze flickered between the stranger in panic and me. “What? I saw him in my office when he walked past me. We didn’t even look at each other. I have no clue how he even knows me or my wedding. Is that what you call ‘know each other’?” I threw my hands up in the air in derision. “I’ll give you some privacy to talk,” said the man as he walked past us with his friend on his tail. “Have you said yes to this marriage?” I asked, pointing my fingers in a warning. “We have no other choice,” repeated my father. “What choice, Dad? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s my wedding. I’m the one who has to say yes,” I yelled. “You need to think from our shoes,” whispered my mother. “Your shoe

"I'm planning to get married. To you!" He said, looking straight into my eyes.She stepped toward him, standing very close to him and looking straight into his eyes. When someone tells you a lie, they will often find it difficult to look straight into my eyes, but he isn't. His eyes never left hers. Why? "Sir, there is beauty in truth, even if it's painful. Those who lie twist life to look tasty to the lazy, brilliant to the ignorant, and powerful to the weak. But lies only strengthen our defects. They don't teach anything, help, fix, or cure anything. I'm not sure your reason for marrying me, but my life is at stake. We can try and find good alternatives for you?"The Stranger raised a brow at her, clearly not getting what she meant by that."You say that we are getting married? I don't know you. One should be personally acquainted, be friends, date, visit the other person's family, and truly get to know one another before marriage. Why don't we start with dating?""No" She exaspera

I sat in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. Wedding! Every woman's dream. A wedding symbolizes a fresh beginning and a transition in a woman's life. Every girl has so many dreams about her marriage. About the man, she will share her life with forever.I learned from my mother that marriage is all about convenience, compromise, ignorance, and patience to tolerate each other.I blame Disney for their happily ever after crap. Now, every woman thinks they deserve happily ever after and ride off into the sunset with her prince charming in a pumpkin carriage with their better half. But after every sunset, there comes a sunrise. What happens at the dawn when the hangover of marriage gets over? I'll tell you what happens; she realizes she didn't marry the love of her life, but a man who married her to satisfy his carnal desires, a maid to cook, clean the house, take care of his old parents, and a healthy uterus with wide hips to give birth to his heir. Once the hangover of love cur

Breathe in. Breathe out. As my Gramps always said, if deceit and greed are center stages at the wedding, the marriage is on stormy seas from the get-go. Minutes that seemed like hours passed before Anita composed herself took a deep breath, straightened to her full five-foot-eight height, and determined to face her fate. Before she could leave, she heard a knock. It was her instant noodles fiancee’s friend. What was his name? Gosh, she forgot his name. “Anita, you look beautiful.” He walked in with a large floral box, opened it, and handed me the most beautiful traditional round wedding bouquet I have ever seen. “Traditionally, the groom buys the bride’s bouquet, right? And you look exquisite.” I blew air out of my mouth. “Why do I have to carry flowers?” I know I’m whining like a child at my wedding, but she is in the tornado’s eye right now, and she can’t see anything but her life swirling around her.He smiled charmingly, ignoring her rudeness, “I know you would ask this questi