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My Fake Boyfriend
Scenario:A girl was reluctantly dragged into a blind engagement by her parents. Upon arriving at the restaurant, she immediately fled, nearly getting hit by a motorcyclist. She shared her situation with the rider, asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend to help her escape the unwanted engagement. He agreed, and as they spent more time together, their connection deepened. Eventually, both realized they had fallen in love. They decided to tell her parents the truth.
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Kate
and spontaneous. Kate's parents dragged her to a restaurant for a public announcement of their arranged marriage. She fled and confided in a motorcyclist, who agreed to pretend to be her boyfriend. As they spent more time together, Kate fell deeply in love with him. They planned to reveal the truth to her parents but were interrupted by her sister.
Ethan
and adventurous. Ethan initially helped Kate by posing as her boyfriend to avoid her arranged marriage. They bonded over their shared dislike of the engagement and found common ground. As they spent more time together, Ethan showed his genuine care for Kate, and they grew closer. Eventually, he became an integral part of Kate's life.
I was dragged by my parents to the restaurant.
They had arranged a marriage for me without my knowledge, and I did not want to be engaged to that man.
So I ran out of the restaurant.
I did not care if I would get caught by my parents; I just wanted to run as far as possible from that man.
I thought of myself as a princess in a story, running away from a bad guy.
Suddenly, I heard a loud noise and almost got hit by a motorcyclist.
I quickly stopped and moved out of the way just in time.
The motorcyclist stopped his bike abruptly and looked at me with concern.
"Are you okay?"
He asked.
"Yes, thank you."
I replied.
"Can I help you with anything?"
He asked further.
"I am running away from a blind engagement."
I explained.
"My parents forced me into it, but I don't want to be engaged to that man. I don't even know him!"
I explained and felt my eyes welling up with tears.
The man looked at me and thought for a moment before he replied, "I can help you with that."
"How?"
I asked and felt hope rising up inside me.
"I can pretend to be your boyfriend."
He replied.
"Really? You would do that for me?"
I leaned against the brick wall of the restaurant, my heart pounding in my chest.
The evening crowd streamed past me, their chatter and clinking plates mingling with the smell of food from inside.
I checked my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, my eyes scanning the street for any sign of Ethan.
My parents sat at our table, their faces tight with anger as they spoke in hushed tones.
I could see my sister through the window, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of concern and annoyance.
She finally pushed open the door and stepped outside, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I needed some air," I lied, trying to sound casual despite the racing of my heart.
"You're lying," she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
"You're up to something. What is it?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, a familiar rumble echoed down the street.
Ethan's motorcycle came into view, weaving through traffic with ease.
He pulled up next to us and killed the engine, swinging his leg over the bike with practiced grace.
My sister's eyes widened as she took in his appearance - his dark hair mussed from the helmet, his black leather jacket creaking as he moved. He removed his helmet and hung it on the handlebars before turning to face us.
His eyes met mine and he gave me a small smile before turning to my sister.
"Hi," he said, his voice confident and smooth.
My sister stared at him for a moment before finally finding her voice.
"Who are you?"
"He's my boyfriend," I said quickly, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards me.
My sister raised an eyebrow at this but didn't say anything else.
Instead, she reached out and grabbed my other arm, pulling me back towards the restaurant door.
"We need to get back inside," she said firmly.
"But-"
"But Ethan's here to help me," I protested, glancing between them.
"Help you with what?" my sister asked, her suspicion evident.
"I'm going to pretend to be her boyfriend," Ethan interjected smoothly, "so she doesn't have to marry that stranger."
My sister's grip on my arm loosened as she processed Ethan's words.
Her eyes darted between us, studying our body language and the way Ethan stood protectively beside me.
I held my breath, watching the internal struggle play across her face.
She had always been the rational one, the mediator between me and our parents.
Finally, she let out a deep breath and released my arm.
The fabric of my sleeve was wrinkled where she had gripped it.
Ethan reached out and gently took my hand, his warm fingers intertwining with mine.
"Are you sure about this?" my sister asked, her voice softer now, tinged with concern.
Ethan nodded, his gaze steady. "I promise, I'll take care of her."
She hesitated for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Okay, but you both need to be careful."
