A conventional arranged marriage seems as lifeless and dull as a stagnant pond. Yet, by a twist of fate, it gives rise to a love story, like a stone tossed into water, sending ripples across its surface.
Love seems at once destined and coincidental, as if fate had carefully arranged for two people to meet, understand, and fall in love through a predictable arranged marriage.
It is like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, bringing a dazzling light; like the winter sun, dispelling the cold gloom and offering warmth.
This love has no solemn vows of eternal devotion, no romance beneath the blossoms and moonlight, but it does have the comfort of facing life together and the warmth of a love that grows slowly over time.
It is so ordinary, yet so precious, shining with a singular brilliance like a pearl.
Within this conventional arranged marriage, love blooms like a flower, filling the air with an enchanting fragrance and leaving those who experience it intoxicated.
