If you ask most Americans, they will tell you that they only marry for love. Arranged marriages aren't for them. However, many other cultures (and including royalty) have some very successful arranged marriages. According to Family Share...research suggests that there's a lot more to arranged marriages than we might suspect. ... 40-50% of married couples from the United States or Canada end in divorce. Only 4% of couples in an arranged marriage get divorced.
For that fact alone, would you consider it? While the divorce rate is very low, many people still doubt if arranged marriages are as happy as love marriages. We don't have statistics on this but when you choose a partner, you are more likely to know their traits (good and bad) and are willing to over look some things in order to make them happy.
Shilpa Mudiganti has penned an amazing tale of two corporate tech giants who while in competition with each other, find that they also have a lot in common. But do they have enough in common to put aside their own desires for the other....
You'll just have to read the book and find out!
Sometimes Love Can Be Arranged.
Arav Shetty had it all. The handsome, self-made billionaire topped the list of New York’s most eligible bachelors and sat at the helm of the city’s biggest tech empire. He also had a plan - buy out the brilliant upstart nipping at his heels, and dominate as the biggest and best tech company in New York.
The strategy had worked for him in the past. He had the resources and skills to pull it off. And, he was determined to overcome his father’s dark legacy, and prove he had what it took to stay on top. Nothing would distract him from his goal. He’d buy out his biggest rival but the company’s owner, Nisha Jain wasn’t the pushover he believed.
Nisha Jain had a plan, too. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, her early years had been a carefully scripted fairy tale. She was determined to make everyone sit up and notice when she achieved stupendous success - without her father's money or brand influence. She knew she was on the right path when her biggest competitor wanted to meet with her.
But when they met, nothing went as planned.
Neither expected the instant spark of attraction, nor the hurtful words tossed around like confetti. With meddling family members and an arranged marriage thrown into the mix, the fate of both companies - and Arav and Nisha’s undeniable attraction – hung precariously. What was supposed to be a cakewalk became more complicated than either ever imagined.
Compromises needed to be made. But between a billionaire whose life work is on the line and an heiress out to prove her own worth, who would blink first?
Sounds of jingling anklets drew my attention, and I turned around to see Nisha descending the stairs. My heart skipped a beat at the vision before me. She was dressed in an orange lehenga choli - a long skirt and matching blouse embellished with tiny mirrors and beads – and her long, shimmering dupatta wrapped around her body like water. Her raven-black hair was left loose, and it framed her face with the darkness of night, giving it a moonlit glow. She smiled at me, and her eyes told me she noticed my ethnic wear, too. I smiled back, curling my hands into fists to make sure I didn’t reach out to her. I walked toward her as she descended the steps, offering my arm.
“Sherwani suits you. You clean up fast . . . and well, Arav,” she said, apprising my dark blue knee-length coat.
“Comes quite handy in crushing competition.” Her eyes sparkled at my taunt.
“Then you need to improve your game. I foresee your winning streak coming to an end.”
“If it were for a pretty lady like you, I might trade in for a loss.” Color rose in her cheeks and I didn’t miss a second of it. “Did you sleep well?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. The couch was quite comfy. Thank you.” Her voice soft, she sounded earnest and not the least bit annoyed, as I had imagined. I shrugged, looking as casual as I could. She smiled at me, our eyes meeting for the first time. That was when I felt it again, a live, buzzing connection with her that I felt so strongly the first time we met. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She averted her gaze and started adjusting her dupatta. And just like that, I lost the connection. Her fingers shook a little as she set the folds of her long scarf over her arms. I looked away from her, breathing in her light scent from the air. Apparently, the moment had passed.
About the Author:
Shilpa Mudiganti believes life is too short to read tragedies. She writes romance and fantasy fiction that always has a happy ending. No matter how hard the circumstances are, the hero and heroine will walk into the sunset holding hands. IT professional by day and dreamer by night, she loves to hear from her readers about their life experiences. There is no inspiration like life.
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Shilpa is also the author of:
Lost & Found – A Valentine’s Day Novella
Aisha lost the love of her life to fate. And then Liam happened. But is she ready to risk her heart again?
Always You – A Second Chance Romance Novella
What will happen when two broken people with a past come together? Can they forgive and heal?
Subway– A New York Diaries Short Story Love is naive. Love is strange. What would you do if you fall for a stranger in a subway?
Forever Yours – A Short Story
Amelia loves Aaron, her fiancé. She also loves Damon. Can one be in love with two men at the same time? How do you define infidelity? Or fidelity?