Married to you ✔

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Before we dive in, this story was written by my 15-year-old, overly imaginative, and slightly delusional self. Yes, it's filled with clichés and a bunch of unedited grammatical errors- but I guess that's part of its charm, and it still holds a special place in my heart. Despite its quirks, it has become one of the most loved stories, and for that, I am incredibly grateful.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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"So see here's the thing." I started. "I am not interested in marrying you. So, if you could just go and reject the marriage propo-"

"What if I don't?" he cut my words.

Is he an idiot? For god sake, I don't want to marry him.

"Oh come on, take a hint! I don't want to marry you." I said, emphasizing the last two words a little too much than required.

"But I want to." he said in a firm tone, making me look at him in disbelief.

"Seriously! Why would you want to marry me? I don't think I fit your taste?!" 

I glanced down at myself- a simple, knee length light green kurti, plain to the point of being forgettable. I probably looked like the quiet, naive girl everyone expected me to be.

If only he knew.

In contrast, he was... distracting. There was no point pretending otherwise. Tall, well-built, effortlessly good looking- swoon worthy, even. Calling him "hot" would still be an understatement. And yet, he didn't interest me. Not even a little.

"You absolutely fit my taste and this dress-" his dark brown eyes locked with mine. "doesn't look bad on you."

I frowned. "Is that even supposed to be a compliment?"

"May be-" his lips curved into a smirk before he added, "or may be not."

"Whatever. You just need to know I don't want to marry you." I made my point clear.

"Like I told you I want to. I don't have any-" he started but I didn't let him complete.

"What exactly do you like about me that you would want to marry me on our very first meet?"

"Wait.. listen to me first. Here's the thing, I don't want to marry you nor anybody else." he said without a moment pause. "I've already rejected too many girls with God-knows-what ridiculous excuses. If I reject you too, my grandfather will force me to marry someone of his choice and trust me, that would be the worst outcome." He paused briefly, as if weighing his words. "So... let's get married. But-" 

This time, he hesitated for a second before finishing, "-only for namesake."

"Namesake?!" I repeated after him but it was more like a question than an answer.

"Yup namesake." He nodded. "We will marry each other and will be living under a same roof but we won't practically be husband and wife. Neither will I control you nor will you control me. Or let's just say we can be roommates."

"Are you serious?" I stared at him, disbelief painted on my face. "Marriage isn't a child's play."

"I know and even if it is all a child's play, I wouldn't want it. But think about it, are we even in the position to reject each other?"

The answer formed in my mind instantly.

No.

My grandmother wouldn't even listen to me, let alone accept a refusal. Still, this proposal... it sounded ridiculous.

"We are not... at least I am not but that's not the solution. I don't even know you. So how can you expect me to agree to this stupid set up of yours?" I tried reasoning.

"I know it sounds stupid but we don't have an option. I can't reject you and from what I have known you can't reject me either. Tell me a better option if you have any."

Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair. "So what do you want me to do? Marry you for namesake? Will that even work?!"

"Like I said we can just be roommates. I promise I'll fully respect your privacy and you just have to do the same in return."

I let out a sigh. I couldn't believe I was considering this stupid proposal of his.

"Deal?" He asked, forwarding his right hand towards me. I looked at him and then simultaneously to his hands.

What I was about to do was downright stupid. But I still did it anyway. I took his hand.

"Deal." I agreed. 

I was tired of living my life on my grandmother's terms. Don't get me wrong- I loved her deeply. But her conservative rules had suffocated me for as long as I could remember.

If this... madness could give me even a sliver of freedom, while keeping her happy.

Then so be it.

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It isn't as simple as you think. They will end up bickering over god knows what kind of stupid things. They will end up having cliche moments and at times you will go all aww on them.

It's just the starting and don't forget everything complicated starts with something very simple.
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