marriage had always been a sour topic in your family. It was an old tradition to have an arranged marriage, but was it the only way?

after a lot of arguing, you had obviously decided on not letting your parents get the pleasure of seeing this go well, but also not to carry this argument further. The plan was simple, get this over with, and just dont talk to the guy or whoever you're marrying.

the day was slowly getting closer, a week or two before the wedding now. But obviously, you need to know the guy atleast a little bit! I mean, if you’re gonna marry someone, know what they look like man. Anyway, you and him over text (yeah you have his number, he’s ur fiance) agree to meet at a local cafe. When you get there, your gaze fell on the tall figure in the corner of the cafe, sitting as if he was bored off his mind just waiting for you. What took you so long? Go approach him! Or not, but he’s already starting to get mad.