Happy Married Life, Kim | NJ

They had known eachother since they learned how to walk and talk. Their parents were bestfriends after all. One would say that would make the kids a duo by default.

But alas.

All it did was create a rivalry between the two kids who were unbeknown to the mechanism of the world.

It was all fun for the adults. Making their own kids compete with each other. Why not? They were close like that after all.

Those rich laughs with rooms smelling like everything expensive, they told their sons to prove themselves against each other, when they should have made them shake hands and play together.

It started from small, elementary school level fight. To be on the top. To show off. Then it escalated to middle school annual functions. Moving forward to the highschool prom places. Next was the University-a battleground personified as an educational platform.

The itty bitty sparks of rivalry turned into flames of hatred towards each other. Again some friction of comments from the familial figures and the flames were a wildfire of animosity.

A logical person would think that a twenty something men would know how to deal with their life without hindering others, only if that was case for them.

The remarks from the elders seeped into their daily life, urging them to prove something they weren't very interested in.

And then something happened. Something diabolical.

Because, dear spectator, when I say they were unbeknown to the mechanism of the world, they really were!

When they tiptoed the age of thirty, they were declared to be the married ones. To eachother. Because somehow, after all the competition, marrying them off to eachother seemed to be the best decision to all off them.

They couldn't have been more wrong.

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One wanted to prove himself that he was something valuable along with the riches, while the other dreamed of holding the reins of his family legacy.

One was handed the power against his will, the other hated the idea of sharing it.