favouritestorywriter
Not all love stories begin with a choice. Some begin with an arrangement-quietly decided, carefully planned, and impossible to avoid.
She agrees to the marriage without much thought. It fits into her life the way everything else does-expected, uncomplicated, and without the need for questions. Love was never part of the decision, and she does not look for it now.
He refuses it from the start. Not loudly, not impulsively, but with a distance that is far colder. To him, she is nothing more than a name tied to an obligation he never asked for, a presence he has no intention of accepting.
They meet as strangers, bound by something neither of them believes in. There is no reason for hesitation, no reason to feel anything beyond what is expected.
And yet, something doesn't sit right.
A moment that lingers longer than it should. A silence that feels unfamiliar. A sense of recognition that has no place between two people who have never met.
He keeps his distance. She does not question it.
But some things are not so easily ignored.
Because no matter how carefully the past is buried, it does not stay gone