When Nadia returns home from college abroad, she has no choice but to agree to an arranged marriage to a wealthy man chosen by her parents. As the wedding date approaches, Nadia decides to test him to truly understand who she’s marrying.

I never imagined disguising myself as a homeless woman, sitting on a sidewalk outside a restaurant. Hunched with a shawl wrapped around my shoulders, I watched for the sleek black car carrying my fiancé, Danny.

In my culture, arranged marriages still hold value, despite it being the 21st century. After four years of studying in America, my ideals of independence clashed with my family’s traditions.

When my parents announced my engagement to Danny, I was still in the States, immersed in autonomy. My protests fell on deaf ears. They insisted Danny was a good match and would take care of me.

To test him, I disguised myself and waited outside his restaurant. When Danny approached, I asked for help. He offered long-term assistance, not just a handout. Revealing myself, I realized he was genuine. Our connection grew, and I found peace in our future together.