Aria and Rian, who can't seem to stand each other, reluctantly enter the marriage for the sake of their parents.
Their marriage is not an easy one, as the two go through a difficult period in their lives, as they are both unwilling to come out of th...
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Aria's POV
After a disaster of a night, I finally managed to find some rest, sharing the bed with Rian who had returned to the bedroom around 3 AM. As predicted, I awoke gasping for air, haunted by the same recurring nightmare that had plagued me for the past three years. The mental toll of these dreams was becoming increasingly draining.
Realizing that further sleep would be elusive, I stretched my arms above my head and glanced at the clock. It was 6 AM, the timing couldn't be better. I turned my head from side to side, attempting to relieve a stubborn kink in my neck.
As I faced the left side of the bed, I was greeted by the sight of the pillow barrier I had constructed the previous night. To my surprise, it remained completely untouched. For some reason, I had expected the pillows to be disturbed or removed by morning, but they stood as a testament to the unspoken boundary between Rian and me.
I let out a sigh of relief, a small smile playing on my lips. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. The pillow wall, a symbol of the boundaries I had set between Rian and myself, had remained standing.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Rian. As I made my way to the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment. For the first time in a long time, I had taken control of my own life, albeit in a small way.
As I got ready for the day, I couldn't help but think about the conversation Rian and I had the night before. The words we had exchanged still lingered in my mind, a reminder of the challenges we faced in our arranged marriage.
But despite the difficulties, I felt a newfound determination to make the best of my situation. Maybe Rian and I could find a way to be happy, even if it wasn't the life we had imagined for ourselves.
With that thought in mind, I stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face the day. As I walked back into the bedroom, I saw that Rian was still asleep, his breathing steady and even.
For a moment, I stood there, watching him sleep. He looked peaceful, almost vulnerable. It was a side of him I hadn't seen before, a reminder that despite our differences, we were both just human, trying to navigate the complexities of life.
With a newfound sense of resolve, I walked over to the bed and gently shook Rian awake. "Good morning," I said, my voice soft. "It's time to start the day."
Rian stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he looked up at me. For a moment, he seemed disoriented, as if still caught in the haze of sleep. But then his gaze focused on me, and a look of recognition crossed his face.
"Get lost!" He grumbles, "I mean what I said last night, I will not be playing your loving husband!"
I felt a pang of disappointment at Rian's words, but I tried not to let it show. It was clear that he was still grappling with the reality of our arranged marriage, and I couldn't blame him for that.
