In a world where lineage and status dictated the tides of affection, Jaiden and Karina stood as reluctant monuments to an age-old tradition of arranged marriages. The alliance between their families promised prosperity and power, but it was a hollow victory for the betrothed pair, who shared a mutual disdain for one another. Their first encounter, a symphony of aloof glances and scripted pleasantries, set the tone for the frosty coexistence that followed.
Their shared home became a battleground of silent skirmishes and unseen sacrifices. Closed doors and even more closely guarded hearts became the norm. Every morning, like clockwork, they went their separate ways—Jaiden to his high-pressure job at the family corporation, Karina to her art studio, where she breathed life into clay and colors, creating worlds where love was not a shackled sentiment.
Yet, there existed moments when the armor they wore so diligently clinked and clattered, revealing their vulnerabilities. Moments that neither would confess kept the butterflies of hope fluttering secretly in the garden of their unspoken care for one another.
One such evening, as the hours waned and shadows danced upon the walls, Karina found herself pacing. She told herself the annoyance at Jaiden's late arrival was because it disrupted the perfect order of their routine—certainly not out of concern. But the lie fell flat when, upon his arrival, Jaiden stumbled through the doorway, a pale shadow of his usual poise.
Karina's heart leapt to her throat as she rushed to his side, catching his limp form. As Jaiden's consciousness ebbed, his eyes found hers, and a whisper escaped his lips, "I'm sorry Karina. I love you." The soft confession, frail yet potent, clung to the stillness of the night. Karina held him close, the echo of his words serenading her fears into silence.
As dawn crept in, Jaiden's feverish mumbling merged with the birdsong, and Karina, despite everything, remained by his side, whispering assurances to a man she claimed to despise.
Days melted into weeks, and Jaiden’s recovery saw him grappling with the memory of his vulnerable admission. But Karina, ever the fortress, embraced denial, even as her heart hummed a different tune—a melody of longing and concealed endearments.
Countless such instances embroidered the tapestry of their marriage. Breakfasts where their knees brushed under the table, electric touches as they passed the salt, nights when the storms raged, and they huddled closer than necessary. Each instance was meticulously archived, a denial stamped on every memory.
But time is a crafty author and had scripted a different ending for the pair.
One fateful evening, as the aroma of spiced stew and fresh bread wafted through the air, Karina sat at the table, an impatient glance cast regularly towards the door. Her heart raced as a knock sounded through the silence, a rhythm that mirrored her own pulse.
Jaiden stood at the threshold, a bouquet of blossoms in his grip, petals trembling in the chill of the evening wind. As their eyes met, they both understood—no more pretenses, no more denials.
The flowers exchanged hands, and a single glance sealed their unvoiced affection, as if the dam holding back years of restrained emotions had finally ruptured.
Time leaped forward, and the next chapter of their story was painted with the delicate strokes of newfound love. Their home, once a place of silent battles, now echoed with laughter and whispered dreams.
A time skip reveals a serene image: Karina, serene with the glow of motherhood, cradling the promise of their future—a burgeoning life symbolized by the twins she carries. Jaiden, a soft look etched onto his once guarded face, whispers to the growing life, promises of love and a future unfettered by the chains of tradition.
The arranged marriage, which began as a love-hate sonnet, had evolved into an enduring romance, where every unspoken word and denied affection found expression in the life they built together. And in the eyes of their unborn children, the melody of their unspoken love would continue to play—a testament to a love that grew beyond the confines of reluctance and bloomed in the richest soil of all: the heart.
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Kpop Oneshots: Fanfics generated by AI
Short Story•Prompts written in AI generate a story and I post them here. •All stories are one shots and fanfics. •Male character is always named "Jaiden". •Male character x Female Idols. ~I also take requests~
