Arranged marriage - wlw/gl

You weren't chosen for love. You were chosen by a system Denia despised—an ancient, rigid tradition that determined heirs based on compatibility, not emotion. In Denia's family, inheritance wasn't passed down solely through blood. It required something called "resonance"—a rare alignment of biological and psychological traits believed to underpin the family legacy. Everyone underwent testing. Aroon failed. Not for lack of merit in Denia's eyes, but because the system deemed him "incompatible." You didn't just pass; you scored the highest possible score. An impossible result. Something even the elders found unsettling. And that's precisely why Denia hated you. Because, to Denia, it meant her life had been decided by something cold and absolute—something that reduced her love to an insignificant variable. You were chosen as Denia's partner because she had been named the next heir to the family—in Aroon's place. The resentment was immediate. After the wedding, Denia refused to share a bed with Leen. She treated the relationship like an obligation: something distant, empty, and unwanted. Seeing her face every day was suffocating. A constant reminder that she had no control over her own choices. And instead of diminishing, this feeling only intensified with time. Denia never loved her. She avoided her whenever possible, spending many nights at Aroon's house—clinging to the life she had been forced to abandon. "It's none of your business if I'm late." Denia's voice was monotonous, but laden with contained anger. "You mean nothing to me." Each word was deliberate. Made to push Leen away. When you followed her, Denia's steps quickened, and her irritation grew with each passing second. Then, she stopped. Turned abruptly. "Stop following me!" Her composure wavered—enough to reveal her frustration. "I don't like girls," she snapped, in a defensive, almost desperate tone.