Original Sick Fics

Arranged Marriage

The words arranged marriage may sound scary, abnormal, and archaic even but for many people outside of western society, it was quite a norm. Nisha was in her mid-twenties when her parents first brought up the topic of marriage. Though she had never thought about having an arranged marriage, the concept was not foreign to her. Some of the most solid relationships she had seen were arranged. So, when her parents posed the question to her, she was pretty open to the idea. After all, she wasn't really seeing anyone, and most of the guys she had dated were jerks.

Some wanted to control her every move and action, while others were intimidated by her intelligence and success. So why not give her parents suggestion a try. Apparently, the guy was some hot shot corporate lawyer and had his own firm. Her parents thought that they would be the perfect match because she was also a lawyer. However Nisha wasn't too sure she wasn't a big fan of large corporate firms, nor did she want to marry someone with a ton of money, who would look down on her carrier.

When she first met Rohan, she was instantly attracted to him. He was tall around six feet; his features were dark and mysterious, yet when he smiled, he looked very innocent and childlike. His build wasn't too bulky or too skinny. However, his personality is what really drew her to him.

At first, his shy quite attitude paired with his reserved nature came off as snobby, but as she began conversing with him, she realized he was just awkward and nervous. They talked for hours, and it seemed like they shared a lot of similarities. They were both incredibly passionate about politics, art, and history. He seemed to be interested in her wants and interest, listening very intently as she spoke about her work as an immigration lawyer for a small non-profit.

He told her a bit more about himself; he was in his mid-thirties, loved to read, and even wrote poetry. However, he didn't seem to share too much about his personal life; he seemed a bit guarded. After their first date, Nisha was very impressed; she wondered why such a perfect man wasn't taken already. They went on a few more dates and were soon engaged.

While Nisha would have liked more time to get to know him better, she knew arranged marriages moved pretty fast, and her parents had already set a date for the wedding.However, after their marriage, things felt a bit awkward with Rohan.

Rohan was barely ever home, and when he was home, he seemed to avoid her at all costs. He didn't even want to share a bed with her. At first, she thought it was because of the circumstances of their marriage or maybe it was her, but she asked him many times before they married if he consented to all of this and he seemed okay with it all. So what had gone wrong now?

Nisha was not one to wallow in her misery. She always faced challenges head-on, and today, she was going to confront him. She wanted to know why he had been so cold, especially before they went off to their honeymoon tomorrow.As usual Rohan came home at the stroke of midnight, usually she would have been asleep by then but not today. She heard him shuffle with his keys; it was taking him a lot of time to open the door.

Frustrated Nisha got up from the couch and abruptly pulled the door open. It was apparent Rohan was surprised because he let out a small yelp. She was too furious to even care."You're up late" he breathed out, his voice sounded heavy and labored. "Yes I wanted to talk to you, before tomorrow," she replied, not looking at him.

However, what he did next really surprised her. Without warning, he slumped over and vomited on the floor next to her. It took her a second to react. By then she noticed he was swaying falling forward into his own pool of vomit. She quickly caught him before he hit the floor and helped him to the couch.He had sticky yellow chunks of vomit all over his chin and shirt; she honestly was too worried to care.

She held him tightly as he leaned his head on her shoulder, shaking profusely. She could feel heat radiating from him as she placed her hand on his damp forehead. "I'm sorry" he whimpered as he tried to push himself unsuccessfully off the couch. She sighed and wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him stand up.