Fake Relationship

1: The

felt anything but. My family was hosting a grand gathering this weekend, and the pressure to present my life as picture-perfect was overwhelming. As the only single child in a family

d I was passionate about my work. But my family didn't understand that. They believed that a successful life was measured by the love you found, not

ht. I could already envision the scene: my relatives mingling, laughter filling the air, and me standing confidently next to a charming

aura of confidence that drew people in. We had shared a few conversations about our careers, and while we were from different worlds, there

explaining my situation and how I needed someone to pose as my boyfriend for a family gathering. To my surprise, he responded quickly, his reply filled

y sipping his drink. He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in a fitted shirt that accentuated his physique

ing into the chair across from him. "

th an amused expression. "I've always wan

how important it was for me to maintain the façade. Alex listened intently, occasionally interjecting with witty re

fee. "First, we'll need a backstory. We can say we met at a charity event, a

ro who swept you off your feet," he

nts planned. You know, holding hands, stealing glances, the

to him. It felt as though we had known each other for years. I was surprised by

l buy it?" he asked, leaning

doubt us. Besides, once they see me with someone like you,

was something about his laughter that was infectious, a

again before the Family . As I prepared for our next encounter, my mind raced with thoughts about Alex and the weight of his family's expectations. The last meeting had been a whirlwind of emotions, and I knew this t

lex's status. I wanted him to see me as I truly was-confident and unpretentious. As I walked into the lavish restaurant where we agreed to meet, I felt a mi

ng. As I approached, a warm smile spread across his face, and I felt a rush of relief. "You look stunning," he said, his eyes

new that the real conversation loomed ahead. After a few moments of casual banter, I decided it was time to address the elephant in the room.

ealth and status. They want me to marry someone from a similar background, someone who can uphold our family name in hig

n on him. "Alex, I appreciate your feelings, but I also need to know if you're willing to stand up to them for us. I won't be a

u, and I'm ready to face my family. It won't be easy, but I believe love is worth fighting for." His c

it required resilience and commitment. I knew that we would have to navigate the complexities of our worlds togethe

e pressures of societal expectations. As we left the restaurant, hand in hand, I understood that our journey would not be easy, but with