Arranged Marriage

“Nadia, you should really start to settle down” said Aunt One
“It is a shame to your family that at 23 you have no husband!” said Aunt Two
“Your are causing so much distress for your poor mother” said Aunt One
“As a Pakistani girl, your priority should be marriage not a career” said Aunt Two
“Do you even have a boyfriend Nadia?” asked Aunt One
“Please Nadia, we do not do lesbian in our culture!” said Aunt Two in disgrace
“NO!!!, No Aunty I am not a lesbian, I have… a boyfriend in London!” explained Nadia
“Oh, is he of good background?” asked Aunt One
“Is he Pakistani?” asked Aunt Two
“Is he of good social background?” asked Aunt One
“Erm.. yes he is from a good family, a good Pakistani family!” explained Nadia
“So sorry, the queue in to toilets was too long” apologised Nadia’s mother as she sat down
“Nadia was telling us about her boyfriend!” explained Aunt One to Nadia’s embarrassment
“Huh?” said Nadia’s mother confused
“Yes, anyway I will see why this wedding has not started!” said Nadia exiting the table

Nadia walked towards the door of the banqueting suite, walking towards her car for a break. She knew coming home for this wedding was a mistake, the backward mentality of the community she left behind always amazed her, the aspirations for women were to be a good housewife, but Nadia got out of the area and moved 150miles away to London where she could be free and enjoy the western world. She had no time for men, she just wanted to be successful in her career and get on with her independence. She was always different to the other girls and had no time for their boring conversations about kitchen appliances.

She returned to the wedding, sitting back on the table where she could hear how happy the Aunts were for her mother that she had a man, Nadia ignored the conversation, smiling occasionally to show interest but she knew she was single and just played along. The wedding finally ended and Nadia was now alone in the car with her Mother.

“Nadia, who is this man?” asked Nadia’s Mother
“Erm, he is someone in London mum!” said Nadia not wanting to give detail
“Well when will you marry?” asked her Mother
“Mum, it isn’t that serious!” said Nadia rolling her eyes
“Nadia, we don’t do boyfriends in our custom, if you have a boyfriend you must marry him!” scolded her Mother “So you are just seeing men like a whore?”
“No mum, I mean we haven’t yet got to that stage!” she explained
“This is not your role to look at readiness it is your family, you have to bring him to see me!” she said
“But mum…!” she protested
“Nadia, for the first time I have not been ashamed of you, my daughter will finally marry!” smiled the Mother
“I will bring him when I next come to visit!” said Nadia wondering when this was going to end

Nadia got back to her mothers house, changed and made her excuses about work to get back to London. The next day, she went to work as normal forgetting her cultural ordeal whilst she sipped a cappuccino in a trendy coffee bar. Her Mother had called several times and she thought she better call back.

“Hi Mum!” she said
“Nadia…. where have you been?” shouted her Mother
“At work, why?” asked Nadia concerned
“I have spoken to the grand hotel and they have dates available for the reception” explained her Mother
“MUM!!!!” screamed Nadia losing her business like composure
“Nadia, I have told you that this is serious and we have to make plans!” said her Mother
“But… I …. okay!” said Nadia resigning

Nadia got home to her penthouse apartment after a hard meeting, finally she could relax but this fake marriage was now playing on her mind. How was she going to get out of this, she looked over at the red light flashing on her answer machine and played the messages, all 5 were of relatives congratulating her on her engagement. Is this going to end, thought Nadia!! She logged on to the internet to find a distraction and came across an Asian dating website, she began to think that she could actually find a man and then make all of this actually work

She registered onto the site, she knew she was attractive, she had a size 10 figure, double D breasts and was fair skinned. She scanned other profiles and did not see anything of interest but she was not looking for her prince, just a man… any man. She realised the time and went to sleep as she had work the next day. She woke up a bit late, but managed to get to her meeting on time, she was preoccupied by the calls on her phone which she was not answering as they were more family members. The day went slow and she returned home to a further 5 messages on the answer phone which she deleted without listening to. She logged on desperately to the dating site, wondering why she was getting so stressed. Why doesn’t she just tell everyone she is single or that he left her? Because now it was shame her Mother!

She was surprised to see a staggering 23 messages awaiting her, some were men living in Pakistan looking for a visa to come to the UK, however a few were from London and she replied back to them. That evening she exchanged messages with 4 of them, eager to meet and not realising that most women want to get to know the men they are talking to. She had booked herself a different man every evening that week, her first being tomorrow evening.

The next day, she finished work and made her way to the bar to meet Imran, a 25 year old Accountant from West London. She greeted him like he was a business client and conducted the date as a business meeting almost interviewing him. She started to visualise herself being married to him, he was dull but it could work she thought. She ended the date on what she thought was a success partnership development and went home, only to find that Imran had left her a message saying he was no longer interested.

She was disappointed, but received another 18 messages which she had filtered and arranged further dates with. Her diary now becoming very full with lunch and dinner dates, and her weekend meeting 3 men on each day. The dates became very routine, most guys either wanting a long term relationship with marriage possibly, they were fairly westernised and also thinking this was a big commitment they wanted to take time over. But Nadia had no time. Three of the guys were just interested in sex, and two were already married looking for an affair. Nadia was becoming disheartened it had now been a week and her Mother was already talking about bringing her husband to be around.

Sunday arrived, Nadia was tired but knew she had three dates lined up. Her lunch date was another disappointment and the early bar date was another married man! Her dinner date didn’t hold much hope and Nadia only went as she was hungry.

“Nadia?” asked a man in a deep Pakistani accent
“Yes!” said Nadia shocked she had booked a date with a fresh immigrant
“I am Abdul!” he said smiling
“Right, nice to meet you!” said Nadia just wanting to eat and leave
“You are pretty!” he said trying to break the ice
“Thanks!” she said not looking up from the menu
“So, you like this restaurant?” he asked trying to start conversation
“Yes, so tell me about you…. what are you looking for?” she asked bluntly
“I need wife!” he responded directly
“Need?” asked Nadia
“Yes, I want to stay in this country so need wife!” he said almost shocking himself
“Right…. it doesn’t matter if you don’t love the woman?” she asked intrigued
“I want Bollywood romance, but this is a dream I just need to survive!” he said
“So how long have you been looking?” she asked
“I have been looking maybe 2-3 months, mainly English ladies!” he said
“And? You haven’t found anyone?” she asked
“I want Pakistani girl so my family will accept!” he explained
“Right!” she said wondering if this could be a mutual arrangement

The date ended well, Nadia thought about how the arrangement with Abdul could work. She was not looking for love and neither was he. They could marry, be like flatmates and both get what they want. The idea did also turn her stomach, this man was financially below her, the lowest social grade he worked in a chicken shop and was everything she despised.

Another week went by and Nadia had encountered a further 10 men all of whom had not been suitable. Her Mother constantly phoning and making arrangements was pressurising the situation. For Nadia this was becoming more of a business transaction and Abdul was becoming a viable option. Nadia decided to call him

“Hi!” she said
“Hello?” he said wondering who it was
“Its Nadia!” she said
“Oh… helloooo!” he said shocked that someone of her calibre would call back
“I was wondering if we could meet tomorrow, night?” she asked
“Of course, I would like very much!” he said now in complete amazement
“Ok, same restaurant at 7pm!” she said
“Yes, Yes I will be there!” he said
“Bye!” she said putting the phone down

The next evening they met at the restaurant
“Hi Abdul!” she said
“Hello!” he said
“I will cut to the point, you need a wife and I need a husband. We can get married and both of us will be happy!” she said abruptly
“OK, but you are a pretty woman why?” he said wondering what the catch is
“Thank you, however I have no time for romance!” she said coldly
“Ok…!” he said anxiously about the type of woman she was
“My family want me to marry by Summer, is this good for you?” she asked going for the close
“Well, my visa has 6 weeks left!” he said
“6 weeks!!!” she said stunned
“I appreciate your help!” he said
“Ok, but we have to change a few things!” she said going for the deal
“What?” he asked
“My family need to believe you are from a rich family in Pakistan, you also have to get better clothes and say that you are here to educate yourself as your family always send their heirs to the UK for education” she listed
“I have no good clothes!” he said
“Don’t worry, I can get you this!” she explained
“OK!” he said obeying
“Right, next weekend I need to take you to meet my family!” she demanded
“This is ok, I can come!” he said going with the plan
“Your family can not get involved, they will be in Pakistan and cant come to wedding!” she insisted
“Fine, but your family would want some dialogue no?” he asked
“Yes…. yes they probably will!” she said wondering how
“It is ok, I have a friend who can talk on phone and pretend!” he offered
“Brilliant!” she said

The following weekend, Nadia and Abdul drove the 150 mile trip back to Nadia’s hometown. Abdul was wearing a designer suit, had a haircut and actually looked classy, if it wasn’t for his accent this would be perfect thought Nadia. Abdul was rehearsing the facts of his fantasy life, his family was in the gem industry and they were very wealthy, he has three brothers and he is a qualified accountant. They arrived at the family home, Nadia was nervous but Abdul was excited.

“Nadia, my beautiful daughter!” greeted her Mother as she walked into a packed living room of relatives
“Hello mum, hello Aunties!” she said not thinking about the entourage in her plans
“Hello Aunty!” said Abdul, which was met with a few seconds of silence as people realised his accent
“Hello, please come in!” said the Mother feeling a bit disappointed
“What do you do?” asked Aunt One
“I am an accountant!” he answered nervously
“Really….what firm?” asked Aunt Two surprised and sceptical
“Aunty, where did you buy your saree from!” jumped in Nadia to change the subject
“This? Oh it is from Dubai!” said Aunt Two happy she was complimented
“So what does your family do?” asked Aunt One
“My family are in gem trading business in Pakistani” answered Abdul
“That is very lucrative!” said Aunt Two
“I am blessed Aunty!” answered Abdul
“So is your family in UK?” asked the Mother
“No, they live in Pakistan, they don’t like the cold!” said Abdul to everyones amusement
“Will they be coming for the wedding?” asked Aunt One
“Auntyyyyyyyy!” said Nadia in embarrassment
“What Nadia, you are 23 you don’t have time!” replied Aunt One
“Ha ha, it is ok Nadia… hopefully!” he answered holding her hand
“So you are planning marriage soon?” confirmed the Mother
“Of course Aunty, Nadia is my princess and we have spoken in detail!” he replied
“Yes, in a lot of detail” said Nadia
“So sweet, his princess!” said Aunt One
“We were thinking April!” said Abdul
“Next year?” said the Mother wondering
“No, no Aunty this year!” he said smiling
“But that is only 6 weeks!” said the Mother worried
“It is ok Aunty, me and Nadia have been with each other for nearly 2 yrs and we know what we would like!” he said reassuring her
“What would you like?” asked Aunt Two intrigued
“A small, but classy gathering!” interrupted Nadia
“But Nadia, you are my only child….!” said the Mother upset
“Mum, please I don’t want the fuss!” said Nadia
“Your wishes is what I will follow!” said the Mother in an emotional state

The rest of the night went well, Abdul was almost convincing Nadia that this whole debacle was actually genuine. They drove back to London with Abdul very proud of his performance. The following weeks were very busy, catering, venue, outfits and invites. A total of 100 people were coming, which by Pakistani standards was a small affair. Abduls friend phoned on several occasions to keep up the pretence and offered apologies as Abduls Mother was very sick.

The wedding finally took place, for the first time Nadia had met Abduls circle of friends a total of 25 fresh immigrants from the chicken shop and wider social circle of low grade jobs all claiming to be his brothers and cousins, but costing Nadia over £3,000 in designer suits to keep the pretence of affluence. Nadia had finally done it, she was now married and everyone could leave her alone to live her life, she informed her family that they were going on honeymoon but really they were unromantically returning back to London and moving into a bigger 3 bedroom house to enable Nadia and Abdul to have more space to live separately, which Nadia had paid for.

The first night together in their new home came two weeks after the wedding, Nadia felt odd that she was sharing a home with a strange man but he was her husband. They barely exchanged words and Nadia started to go back to paying attention to her career. It was about three weeks later that issues began to start which Nadia was not banking on.

“It would really help if you could clean up after yourself!” moaned Nadia has she arrived back to an unclean house, dishes piling up and dirty laundry everywhere
“That is your duty wife!” he said with his feet on the table watching the TV
“Excuse me?” she shouted back in shock
“I said it is your duty!” he shouted back
“Listen, me and you are not really married!” she said clarifying
“Not according to the law…… not according to your family!” he said
“What are you talking about?” she said wondering why he was speaking like this
“You are MY wife, I am the man and I want you to clean the house!” he asserted
“Becareful of how you speak to me….!” she said in shock
“Or what? You will tell your family you faked your marriage?!” he threatened
“No, I will tell immigration!” she threatened back
“You stupid bitch… I am not an illegal, I have been in UK for 10 yrs and have my papers!” he said
“What? What do you mean?” she said confused
“Have you seen any immigration officer? I am a UK citizen!” he said
“But….. I don’t understand? Since when?” she asked confused
“Since 8 years I lied to you!” he said laughing
“Why?” she asked sitting down in shock as he threw his passport to her
“Because I wanted a desperate bitch to live off of!” he said coldly smirking
“So you lied?” she said wanting confirmation
“Yes, I thought I would get a white woman, maybe a widow but I got you!” he said laughing
“I cant believe you!” she screamed
“Shut up you whore!” he shouted threateningly
“I am not a whore you dumb immigrant, I have not fucked you!” she screamed back
“Yes…. I know so lets start!” he said standing up
“What, no!” she said getting up off the sofa

He grabbed her hair and slapped her face, she froze stunned as he pushed her on her knees, undoing his zip as he gripped her hair in place. She looked at his dark big cock, erect bounce out and face her. She looked up at him wondering what he was expecting, but soon her head was pushed on his cock and he ordered her to open her mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands fucking her face as she cried, she soon was released from his grip but only to thrown onto the sofa. She laid on her back as he climbed on top of her, he looked at her like a hungry animal as he pulled her blouse apart, the buttons flying across the lounge revealing her firm double D breasts confined in her bra.

He pulled her bra down around her waist, her nipples erect inviting him to suck she began to struggled leading him to pin her down with more force. He placed his hand up her skirt and ripped off her knickers throwing them on her face as he started to finger her pussy. She was getting wet, but was resisting and trying to get up off the sofa, he spread her legs and inserted his stiff hard cock in to her pussy causing her to scream and against all of her principals she started to beg him to stop, which amused him.

“Nadia, you are my wife…. my property!” he laughed as he carried on pounding her
“No, please I beg yooooou, please!” she pleaded
“Ha ha, you are more pathetic than when I first met you!” he laughed

Nadia’s pussy was beginning to feel sore, even though she was not a virgin she had not had regular sex and definitely never this roughly, he started to throb, coming in her and then throwing her to the floor as he got up from the sofa. She laid on the floor, her body hot and exhausted

“You are not a virgin who have you fucked before bitch?” he shouted as he done his jeans up
“No one!” she sobbed
“Dont fucking lie to me whore!” he shouted
“I have had boyfriends!” she said
“Ha ha, none of whom wanted to marry you!” he laughed
“I didn’t want to!” she said
“But you let them fuck you?” he said now standing over her
“Yes, we had sex!” she said
“How many men?” he asked pulling her hair to see her face
“Only 2!” she said not giving him eye contact
“Only 2? You dirty whore, Pakistani women should be pure for their husbands!” he shouted in disgrace “You are dirty, used goods, second hand!”
“Things are different in the UK!” she tried to explain
“Yes you women are easier!” he said “Stop talking, get up and start cleaning”
“Ok, but I want to have a shower first!” she said as she got up
“Shower? You think this will clean you? You are a whore and you shower when I say!” he shouted
“Ok!” she said wanting just to leave from his presence

Nadia made her way to the kitchen, her thighs aching her blouse ripped and no knickers. She held back the tears as she began to put all of the dishes in the sink, clean down the surfaces and get the mop out

“Ah, no no no!” he said standing by the door watching her
“What?” she said confused with the mop in her hand
“In Pakistan we don’t have mops, get on your knees and scrub!” he ordered as she obeyed
“This isn’t Pakistan!” she reminded him as she knelt
“Yes, but within this house it will be run with Pakistani rules!” he said laughing

It was gone past 2am when Nadia had finished, her husband had gone to bed and she went to shower. She couldn’t sleep much, she was upset but fought hard to overcome her emotions. She wondered what to do, if her family found out she lied she would be outcasted, her Mother would be humiliated in front of the whole community. She woke up ready for work, Abdul still asleep she didn’t stop for breakfast she just wanted to be at work as soon as she could to escape this reality.

The time went fast, she was dreading returning home but knew she had to. When she had got back, Abdul was sitting down, take away boxes left on the floor around the sofa for her return.

“Welcome back whore!” he greeted her
“….. hi!” she replied wanting not to provoke him
“Look at this mess!” he said almost blaming her
“I will clean it” she replied
“Good dog!” he said laughing at her conformity

She picked up the rubbish and empty glasses, she walked towards the kitchen and was shocked at what she saw.

“I gave it away!” he said calming at the door
“What? Why?!” she shouted
“I told you, in this house we live like Pakistan and in Pakistan we don’t have dishwashers, or washing machines, we have wives!” he explained
“Well your wife also works so doesn’t have time!” she said annoyed
“My wife will make time!” he replied
“Maybe if you got a job I could stay at home all day like they do in Pakistan!” she said
“I am a lucky man my wife works and does the housework!” he laughed
“Well, with my money I will get a washing machine!” she said
“YOUR money?