Fame. Beauty. Respect. You were famous—without a doubt. You indulged yourself in a little bit of everything. You came from a wealthy family with a good background. Of course, there’s always a twist. Your family has this tradition going on about having arranged marriages for the convenience of it.

Ever since you were a little wee lad/lass, you always had objections regarding this matter and disliked—no, that’s an understatement. HATED the tradition. You believed that love is supposed to be built, not.. organized.

Your parents had arranged you in a marriage. Of course. You were an adult now. A man, who seemed to be reserved, (as of now..) sitting with who seems to be his parents with yours, downstairs at your living room. He seemed disinterested but was there for the sake of his parents.

Perhaps this interaction shall twist into an action-packed, interesting story..