My Fairytale Romance |✔️

Chapter 1

Moving in with my husband

Hello precious! Are you ready to read this cute little love story? To be honest it was supposed to be only one episode but then it just stretched to a short series. Don't worry, you will enjoy it!

For better experience I would suggest you to listen some soft and playful songs while reading this.

Chapter 1

"Y/N, catch!" I turn around hearing my best friend's frantic call, my auburn open locks almost blinding me in process, a failed attempt of hair flip. By the time, I tuck my unruly strands away from my eyes and behind my ear shell, something collided with my forehead, almost knocking me off my balance,

"Ouch, the hell, Hae!" I hiss, rubbing to soothe the pricking sensation off my injured skin, Wait- My forefinger halts when I feel uneven surface of my forehead, my eyes shot open, and first thing I notice is the sheepish yet non apologetic face of my dorm mate- cum- my best friend.

"You- ! I got a bump! What did you even-" My eyes falter on the laying baseball ball, my lower jaw unlocks, perplexed at my dumb friend tactics. "A baseball ball? Serious Hae? I could have fainted." I point out, my brows join together with frown marring on my now bumped forehead, hands falling on my hips- a habit of mine whenever I am upset.

"Well, it was meant for you to catch, but guess what? I made a goal?" She chuckles sheepishly, wiggling her brows to me. And like always, my tough exterior breaks down, my hands fall beside me, and my lips curl into a uninvited smile at her antics.

"We have to arrange my stuff, Hae. I don't want to appear a tardy person in front of him." I whine, picking the ball and throwing it in her direction, and I am amazed when she catches it, talk about reflex,

"Uh- hu, Are you trying to make a good impression?" I almost immediately regret sharing my last statement with her after spoting that mischievious shine in her eyes, and tug of her lips.

"Just as you know, I have already met him-"

"In your mairrage. Where you didn't talk"

"We did actually-"

"Yeah, like took vows the second you saw each other." She rolls her eyes, throwing the ball in my direction.

"In recpetion too." I lower down my hand to hold the eye contact, and throw back the ball.

"Yeah, necessary to know what is the name of your husband/ wife." She retorts a sarcastic tone, ball coming towards me once again.

"What do you expect from an arranged marriage?" I tilt my head to look at her better,

"Well certainly some prior dates?" She shurgs non chalantly, catching the ball neverthless.

"Well, we both were busy. And we have our whole life ahead to go on dates." I try to reason with her, I admit it is an arranged mairrage, but I trust my parent's choice.

And it's not like I liked someone, and no I wasn't forced. I really wanted to have someone - solely mine- in my life. And at the age of 26, with the pressure of my finals- yeah, not one of the best decisions to pick up studies after leaving them for good 4 years- of my MBA, and unrealistic expectations from novels and kdramas, I can say I have scummed to my lone life's demand. As much baffling this fact is, because of both of our busy schedules - ahum mine actually- I couldn't meet him before. So here I am, on the third day of my mairrage, shifting in with him in his astonishingly stylish and comfy spacious condo from my dorms, with close to negligible help from my dear friend.