"This is an arranged marriage, anything you feel for me is psychosomatic. You claim to love me but tell me Aziel, would you have even looked at me twice if we passed each other on the street?" It was my turn to scoff now. Shaking my head at her none sense. She doesn't even realize. "You're one of the smartest people I know, yet when it comes to your own beauty you're as dense as a stone. Nani you are the goddess of my world and my hell is orchestrated around your absence. Arranged or not you are my wife and I am your husband. Til death do us part." This story contains: HEA Abusive language swearing violence Romance- strangers to lovers, arranged marriage with forced proximity. Not edited, consider this a first draft much like most of my work on here. This is just a story I wanted to write for entertainment, I have not written this trope before so as always- bare with me.