The Bound Between Us

Sitting in a cafe, Anastasia scrutinized the man she was set up with. She was quite taken aback.

His looks were a sight for sore eyes. His features were damn handsome, flawless, radiating an innate sense of nobility

This was her tenth blind date in less than three months. She was between a rock and a hard place if she didn’t come, her mom would threaten her with fasting or suicide

The guy in front of her was definitely a cut above the other dudes she’d been set up with before. After so many blind dates, Anastasia wasn’t shy anymore so she blurted out, “When are you planning to get hitched?”

Before coming. Anastasia had decided that as long as the guy wasn’t a total bum, she’d consider marrying him right away, maybe even skip the whole dating process.

Wasn’t the point of blind dates to find someone to marry? If she got married, her mom wouldn’t be threatening her with suicide anymore.

The man seemed surprised, then chuckled, “We just met. Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun?”

When the dude laughed, he was a real looker, like sunshine in spring. Anastasia had a thing for handsome guys and was almost mesmerized.

Anastasia composed herself and said, “Oh night, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Anastasia. The matchmaker should have filled you in about me. I’m 25, a freelancer, and I sell some jewelry, earning around 10 thousand dollars. Only got my mom at home. I’ve been in a relationship before, now I’m single, healthy, no bad habits.”

“I’m ready to get hitched

found by her mom on a dating website. She thought this would be another average–looking, older

were just too unreliable. Anastasia had seen

the gist. He smiled warmly, his voice gentle. “How did the matchmaker introduce me to you? Aren’t you

blind date. They told me you work for a listed company, Elysian Technologies

the guy’s name. When she left home, her mom had told her

own a house, but I have a car. I rent my place, drive a Chevrolet, have a stable income, am currently single, have no bad habits, and

won’t spend your money. We can go dutch. You don’t have to give me any gifts, or have a wedding. Just a simple affair, we just need to be

wishes. The rest, they would play it by ear. If they were really compatible, they’d stick together.

dates, and most of them were

unconsciously tapped his hand with his forefinger, pondering her

to the blind date with all the paperwork ready for marriage registration. Was she a bit too eager

and the pressure from home to get married

that I don’t own a house? Being with me might be