When Nadia returns home from college abroad, she has no choice but to agree to an arranged marriage to a wealthy man—a man chosen by her parents. But as the tentative date for their wedding draws closer, Nadia decides to test him, to truly understand who she’s marrying.
I never imagined that I’d find myself disguised as a homeless woman, sitting on a sidewalk outside of a restaurant. I sat there, hunched with a shawl wrapped around my shoulders.
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People passed me without paying any attention, as I watched for the sleek black car that often carried my fiancé, Danny.
Despite it being the 21st century, in my culture, arranged marriage still holds its own.
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But I had been studying in America for the past four years, and my ideal of independence and personal freedom was something very different from what I had left home with.
Now, I found myself rebelling at every turn.
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When my parents first broke the news of my engagement to Danny, I was still ensconced in the States—my mind buzzing with new ideologies and lectures on autonomy.
“Now that you’ve been abroad and have studied,” my mother said, “it’s time for you to become a wife.”
I tried to protest, but it always fell on deaf ears.
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“Nadia,” my mother said, “there is no choice here. Your father and I have done our research. Danny is a good one. He will take care of you.”
My mother moved around the kitchen, mixing a concoction of spices as she began to cook dinner.
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“And that’s just it?” I asked, making some tea. “I have to marry this man?”
She nodded and smiled at me.
“Nadia, your father and I did it—we had an arranged marriage, and everything turned out well for us.”
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Now, I was faced with meeting a stranger whom I was going to marry—a stranger and his affluent family.
“You’re going to meet him soon, and his family. They own a line of restaurants, darling. They’re always going out of their way to help people.”
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A few days later, we were all settled around the dining table. It was the first time that I was meeting Danny, and I had no idea what to expect.
When I stepped out of the house, he was there in the driveway, dressed in a suit—holding a gift bag and flowers.
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On first impression, he was good-looking, but I needed him to be more than just a nice face to look at.
This man was going to be my husband. I was stuck with him. And judging from the way my parents were behaving, I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
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As my father welcomed Danny and his parents into our home, my mother brought out a tray of tea and sweets.
“I didn’t know what you’d like,” she said, “so I got everything.”
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Danny smiled at her; he seemed to genuinely care about impressing my parents. We exchanged polite conversation during the tea, and when it was time for us to have dinner, we sat around the table.
“Danny,” my father said, pointing to the head of the table, “sit here.”
My mother began to fuss over Danny and his family, ensuring that she piled their plates high with food.
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“I need you to leave here knowing that you’ve been fed,” she said.
I poured myself a glass of juice. It was going to be a long meal.
“Why did you decide to study in America?” Danny asked me, frowning over his glass of water. “Didn’t you want to stay around family?”
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“I applied not thinking that I could get in,” I admitted. “But then I did, and I wanted it to be a new challenge for me.”
“But being away for so long?” he pressed. “I bet you spent time in the library.”
“It was just four years. I came home a few times anyway.”
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“Family is very important to me, Nadia,” he said firmly.
I looked at my mother, who refused to meet my eye. Without me replying to Danny, the silence took over for a few moments. Only the sound of scraping cutlery and chewing could be heard.
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“Tell Nadia about your charity,” my father said, beaming at me.
“Oh!” Danny’s mother exclaimed, quickly putting her fork down.
She went on at length about how Danny feeds homeless people all the time, and that he had scheduled a roster for different areas around us.
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“Nobody will go hungry if we can help it,” Danny’s mother said.
My goodness, I thought to myself as I dug into my chicken. Do I really need to bear this for the rest of my life?
The dinner ended, and my husband-to-be left the house.
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“Don’t you love him?” my mother asked as we washed up the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.
“I don’t know him, Mom,” I said.
“But you will,” she replied, drying the plates with a dish towel. “You will get to know him soon.”
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I didn’t have the energy to deal with it further. I went to my bedroom and sat down, wondering how I could just give in to tradition after having been away and free for so long.
I yearned for my college dorm and the liberation that had come with it. But I also knew that I would have to let go of that.
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Instead, I had to wait for the day of my arranged marriage. As the months closed in, the wedding drew closer, and I began to get anxious—needing pills to sleep.
I didn’t know how I was going to marry Danny, knowing only the bare minimum about him.
One morning, while pouring myself some cereal, I decided that I would dress like a homeless person and wait outside the restaurant that Danny was based at. I needed to see how he would react to someone in need.
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As the car approached, I huddled into my disguise, my voice hoarse as Danny stepped out of the car.
“Excuse me, Sir,” I said. “Could you spare…”
Danny paused, his brows furrowing slightly.
“Ma’am, what do you need? I can’t just hand you money or food for the day. We need to help you long-term.”
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My heart tightened.
“There’s a shelter not far from here,” he said. “I can take you there, my mother volunteers there, too. You’ll be safe there. You can get a meal, a shower, clean clothing, and we can talk about getting you on your feet.”
I stood up and pulled my shawl away, revealing myself to him.
“Nadia?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?”
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“I was testing you, Danny,” I said. “I wanted to see if you really are the person they say you are. I just needed to know. How else can I marry you?”
Danny looked stunned, then a wry smile spread across his face.
“I guess I should be honest too, then. I’ve been horrible on purpose, hoping you’d call off the wedding.”
His candidness took me aback.
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“Why would you do that?” I asked.
Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair as he silenced his ringing phone.
“Because I thought it was all a farce. I didn’t want to be part of an arrangement. Not really. I knew that it needed to be done, because of my age. But I’ve wanted love. I’ve wanted to marry for love.”
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As we sat down on a nearby bench, Danny opened up about his past.
“The parents you met are my adopted parents. My mother died when I was very young, and they took me in. I’ve built my entire persona to help people who are where I once was. It’s not just philanthropy—it’s personal.”
His words echoed in the cold air—each syllable heavy with emotion.
“Yes, I am successful. But I never wanted to use that success as leverage for a marriage. I wanted someone to see me, not my money or my past.”
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We talked through the evening, unraveling the misunderstandings and the pressure from our families. It was the first time we truly connected, seeing each other beyond the expectations set upon us.
In the weeks that followed, we began dating—real dates, filled with genuine laughter and shared dreams. Our parents saw the change in us, the way we looked at each other with newfound respect and affection.
Soon, we’ll be married, but now, I’m content with the reality of it.
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My Controlling MIL Stole My Dog Because She Didn’t Trust Me as a Mom — Here’s How I Took Back Control
My controlling MIL became unbearable after I gave birth, but I hit my limit when she stole the family dog, claiming it was a threat to the baby. I gave my husband an ultimatum that shattered family ties, but a bittersweet reunion years later healed us.
There’s a kind of quiet that only happens when a baby sleeps. I sat on the sofa, cradling my coffee cup while Bear, our Newfoundland, sprawled across the rug beside the bassinet.
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Bear had been my shadow for five years, ever since my husband brought him home as an anniversary gift for me. Now, he’d just expanded his watchlist to include our newborn, Sophie.
Sophie stirred in the crib, her tiny fist punching the air. I sighed, setting my cup down and crossing the room.
“Hang on, sweet pea,” I murmured, peeking over the crib’s edge.
Bear nudged my leg, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized he’d brought me Sophie’s burp cloth from the sofa.
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“Okay, clever boy,” I said, holding the drool-soaked burp cloth at arm’s length. “We’ve got to get your drool situation under control before she starts crawling. Deal?”
His tail wagged, and I swear it was a yes.
And then, like a sudden thundercloud, the front door opened. The sound of heels on hardwood made my stomach clench. I didn’t even have to look up.
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Karen breezed into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto Bear and the drool-soaked burp cloth in my hand. Karen’s expression twisted in distaste.
“You’re letting that thing slobber all over the baby’s things?” she said, gesturing wildly. “That’s unsanitary! At least put the dog outside.”
“Bear’s fine,” I said evenly, crossing to the laundry basket to grab a clean burp cloth. “He’s not hurting anyone.”
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Karen sniffed, her gaze sweeping the room like a TSA agent at an airport. “A big dog like that doesn’t belong anywhere near a baby. You think it’s cute now, but wait until he gets between you and the baby. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”
That one hit harder than I expected. My chest tightened, but I forced a laugh. “Bear? Dangerous? He’s a giant marshmallow.”
“Exactly,” Karen said, crossing her arms. “He’s too big. You don’t understand how dangerous dogs can be — it only takes one second for something to go wrong.”
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The door opened again, and thank God, my husband, Tom, walked in, shrugging off his coat.
“Hey, everyone,” he said, his grin fading slightly as he took in the scene. “What’s going on?”
Karen turned to him with the air of a woman making a dramatic announcement. “We were just discussing the dog. He needs to go, Tom. It’s only a matter of time before he harms the baby.”
“Mom,” Tom interrupted, holding up his hands. “The worst Bear’s gonna do is slobber Sophie to death.”
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Karen muttered something under her breath and started rearranging the baby things. She loudly criticized the state of our home and tried to snatch Sophie out of my arms when I started burping her after her feed.
“That’s not how you burp a baby!” She cried.
Bear let out a low woof, and Karen dramatically retreated from him.
“See? I told you he was dangerous. Put the dog outside right now, or better yet, get rid of him!”
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This carried on for two weeks! Karen called or showed up unannounced every day, and every day, she fired off criticism like an army sniper. It was driving me crazy. And every time I mentioned it to Tom, he brushed it off.
“She’s just being protective,” he’d say. “Her heart’s in the right place.”
But today, Karen was back, and the tension in the house could’ve snapped like a rubber band. She glared at Bear in his usual spot, then did something completely out of bounds.
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She marched over to Bear, grabbed his collar, and yanked on it. “You’re going outside right now!”
Bear dug his heels in and growled low in his throat.
“Let him be! He won’t allow you to take him away from Sophie.”
“He’s far too possessive,” she hissed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s dangerous.”
“Bear is protecting her,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re the one antagonizing him, Karen.”
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“Enough!” Her tone dripped with authority, like she was addressing a rebellious teenager. “I’m only thinking of Sophie’s safety. You’ll thank me one day.”
When she finally left, I stood on the porch, clutching Sophie to my chest while Bear sat at my feet. I watched Karen’s car disappear down the street and sighed.
“Guess we’ll have to talk to Dad about Grandma, huh?” I murmured to Sophie.
I carried Sophie inside and set her down for a nap.
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Bear settled beside her crib like usual, his head resting on his paws. I ruffled his fur and whispered, “Good boy,” before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.
An hour later, Tom came home. He kissed me on the cheek, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight for Sophie’s room.
A moment later, his voice called out, tense and confused. “Where’s Bear?”
I frowned, wiping my hands on a dish towel. “What do you mean? He’s with Sophie.”
“No, he’s not. He’s — he’s gone.”
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The words knocked the air out of me. I rushed to Sophie’s room, my stomach twisting with dread. The sight of Bear’s empty spot beside her crib sent my heart plummeting.
“Maybe he’s in the backyard,” Tom suggested, already heading for the sliding door.
We searched the entire house, calling Bear’s name until our voices cracked, but he wasn’t there.
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Tom went out to search the neighborhood while I dialed every animal shelter in town, stumbling over my words as I described Bear. Nobody had seen him.
When Tom returned, his face was pale and drawn. He took one look at me and sank onto the sofa.
“First thing tomorrow, we’ll print posters and hang them up around town,” he said.
I stayed up long after Tom went to bed, pacing the living room.
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My thoughts raced, darting between every awful possibility. And then, like a thunderclap, the thought struck me: Karen.
It made sense except for one detail: how? I’d watched her leave. There was no way she could have taken him without me seeing. And could she really stoop so low? Could anyone?
I wanted to wake Tom, but the words felt too damning to speak. So I stayed silent, the fear and suspicion curling around me like a storm cloud.
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Karen showed up unannounced the next morning, as she often did. My stomach twisted as I opened the door and saw her standing there with her polished smile. I immediately told her about Bear and asked if she’d watch Sophie while we put up posters.
“Of course, I’ll watch Sophie! And don’t worry so much about the dog. It’s probably for the best, dear,” she said breezily.
Her words hit me like a slap, but I forced myself to stay calm.
“We’ll be back soon,” I said, grabbing my coat.
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As Tom and I drove through the neighborhood, stapling posters to light poles and taping them to storefront windows, Karen’s words echoed in my mind. “It’s for the best.” What did she mean by that? Did she know something?
When we got home, Karen was in the rocking chair, humming softly as Sophie slept in her arms. She looked up as we walked in; her smile serene and unbothered. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Where is he?” I asked, my voice sharp. “What did you do to Bear?”
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Karen blinked, her face a mask of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do,” I said, my hands balling into fists. “Don’t play dumb, Karen.”
She sighed dramatically and set Sophie down in the crib. “Fine! Yes, I took him. Someone had to think of Sophie’s safety since clearly you won’t. You’re too blinded by your emotions to make the right decisions.”
Tom stepped forward, his voice low. “Mom… please tell me you didn’t.”
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Karen’s chin jutted out defiantly. “I did what had to be done. He’s at a shelter now. Somewhere you won’t find him, so you can’t bring him back here to endanger my granddaughter.”
The room spun. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Tom touched my shoulder.
“You had no right,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “He’s part of our family. Sophie loves him. You… you need to get out of my sight, right now, Karen, before I do something I regret.”
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For the first time, Karen looked truly shocked. But she straightened her shoulders, collected her bag, and left without another word. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house, but it didn’t bring any relief. Only silence.
That night, the house was unbearably quiet. Tom sat at the dining table, looking up shelters on his phone. His jaw was tight, and his fingers tapped restlessly against the screen. I stood by the sink, gripping the edge of the counter as anger and heartbreak churned in my chest.
“She’s never going to stop, Tom,” I said, breaking the silence.
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My voice trembled with exhaustion, but I forced the words out. “She’s never going to respect me — or us.”
Tom sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know she went too far this time, but… she’s protective. She thought she was doing the right thing.”
I turned to face him, my eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “The right thing? She stole Bear! And she’s not protective, she’s controlling. She’s manipulative. And you keep making excuses for her like it’s okay. It’s not.”
“She’s my mom,” he said quietly, as if that excused everything. “She just wants what’s best for Sophie.”
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I felt the dam inside me break, and the words spilled out in a rush. “This isn’t just about Bear, Tom. It’s about her always treating me like I’m not good enough. And you; you sit there and let her do it. You play devil’s advocate while she undermines me, over and over again.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off, stepping closer. “If you won’t stand up for me and our family, then we’re done. I mean it, Tom. I can’t do this anymore.”
Tom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like I’d slapped him.
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“You’re right,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I’ve been an idiot. I thought I was keeping the peace, but all I’ve done is let her poison everything. I’m sorry.”
I stared at him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
He hesitated, but only for a moment. “No more visits. No more calls. I’ll tell her she has one chance to fix this, and unless she tells us where she took Bear, we’re going no-contact.”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak, and Tom pulled me into his arms. I let myself sink into his embrace, the weight of the past weeks finally starting to lift.
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Two years later
Karen never told us where she took Bear, so we cut all ties with her and started fresh in a neighboring city.
Sophie had grown into a curious, talkative toddler, and Tom and I were closer than ever. Still, Bear’s loss lingered like a dull ache. His photos hung on the walls, and Sophie would sometimes point to them, asking, “Doggy? Where doggy?”
The grief never really went away. We’d talked about getting another dog, but nothing felt right. Bear wasn’t just a pet; he was family.
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One crisp fall afternoon, Sophie and I went to the park. Sophie toddled beside me, clutching a bag of breadcrumbs for the ducks. We stopped by the pond, and she giggled as the ducks quacked and flapped their wings.
“Look, Sophie,” I said, pointing to a group of people flying kites nearby.
The colorful shapes danced against the sky, and I smiled, expecting her to squeal with excitement. But when I turned back to her, she was gone.
My heart stopped.
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My eyes darted around the park, and then I saw her close to the edge of the pond, reaching for a waddling duck.
“Sophie!” I screamed, sprinting toward her.
She stumbled, her tiny foot catching on the uneven ground. I realized with a sickening jolt that I wasn’t going to reach her in time.
Before I could process what was happening, a blur of dark fur shot past me, barking loudly. Even in my panic, I recognized that bark immediately.
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The massive dog reached Sophie in seconds, gripping the back of her shirt gently in his teeth and pulling her away from the water’s edge. My breath caught in my throat.
“Bear?” I whispered, my legs giving out beneath me as I fell to my knees. “Oh my God… Bear!”
He turned, his big brown eyes meeting mine, and his tail wagged so hard it sent leaves flying. He bounded toward me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into his fur.
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Sophie squealed with delight, hugging Bear’s side as he licked her face. His tail thumped against the ground, and I laughed through my tears, unable to believe what I was seeing.
A man and woman came running over, their faces pale with worry.
“Cooper!” the woman called. “Oh, thank God.”
They stopped short when they saw us, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion. Bear licked my cheek, then broke free of my embrace and ran over to them.
“Is that… your dog?” I asked, my voice trembling.
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The man nodded. “We adopted him from a shelter a couple of years ago.”
My heart twisted painfully. “He used to be my dog, but then…” I broke off as I started sobbing all over again. “Thank you for giving him a home. I can see… he loves you very much. For two years, I’ve worried about what happened to him, but now… now I know he’s okay.”
We exchanged numbers, and they invited us to visit him whenever we wanted. As Bear trotted away with his new family, Sophie waved, her little voice ringing out: “Bye-bye, Doggy!”
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Though it hurt to let him go, I knew he was happy. For the first time in years, I felt a sense of peace. Bear had found his place, and so had we.
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