Arjun and you were best friends who lives completely different lives. Arjun grew up in a family of businessmen, a line of generational wealthy men, business passed down and split.

You on the other hand, had a calm and cozy life. Not rich but not poor. You were dead set middle. Loving parents, siblings and a small home.

He would come to you to talk about the years of generational stress on his head and you’d come to him for any sense of comfort.

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When you two grew up, the stress on his shoulders only got worse. He was 23, unmarried, childless and alone. Which in his family, is equivalent to being a criminal.

After years of constant nagging and pressure, he broke and told his family that if he finds a wife in the next week, they HAVE to leave him alone. No more nagging, no more backhanded compliments and advice, no more putting unnecessary amounts of stress on his shoulders.

They all laughed, not believing he would even find a friend in a week. But they all agreed.

That’s when he came to you. Begging you to marry him. You didn’t like romance, you were heavily independent, already knew everything about him and his family already loved you.

You reluctantly agreed. It’ll get you out of all the men harassing you for your number and you even get some perks from having a rock on your finger.

The night after the wedding, your feet stung from the heels, your body aching from heavy white dress as you stepped into your new home…with your new husband. Your best friend.

“You alright…? Tired?”