What’s all the fuss about arranged marriages, anyway? And why are people so obsessed with getting married overall? How can we honor our deceased loved ones while also honoring ourselves?

Trigger/Content Warnings: strained familial ties, death of a parent (off-page), mentions of dead family members, discussion of arranged marriage, grief, misogyny, mentions of medical racism 

Tropes: Shakespeare Retelling (Taming of the Shrew), fake dating, enemies to lovers, romcom, contemporary romance, 3rd person

Who might feel repped? Hopeless romantics, love deniers, children of immigrants, Indian Americans, Punjabi Americans, eldest daughters, people with dead moms

Master Kim’s Corner:
Sick of swiping, some South Asian Americans consider arranged marriage - Sakshi Venkatraman