Story told by my friend to motivate me... :(

The woods were lovely, darkand deep. Walking slowly with her, on the damp road, was her husband she barely knew. He seemed relaxed. Her "mehandi" was still dark and fresh... the excitement and tension from just 2 days back.
"It can't work... please stop this", she kept telling her mom till the last moment, who wouldn't listen but carry on with beautifying her. She cried all night and her make-up had been patched thrice to hide an awkwardly swollen face.
It was too late. She had to marry a guy she had seen once and talked thrice.. a guy she barely knew... can anyone send their daughter such a long distance with a stranger???She was not with friends or her team, not even with parents. This was not a 3 day tour or team building trip. This was her life... a forced start with a stranger. The Loneliness and discomfort was sickening... She looked on... Does he even realize that he has married me? Does he understand that he has to love, protect & care for me, a new girl, a stranger.. all his life?
For the first time in life she regretted not loving and marrying someone she would be comfortable with, someone she could call by name and introduce to friends, someone she could trust, a friend first and then everything else.
Her parents had tried very hard to please her. The concatenation of Horoscopes, family, looks, Good pay, same caste & so on... that always gave 0 output.
Now after all that hunt of 8 months, they were not ready to hear her"ifs" & "buts" for this'good guy'.
She explained to her Dad. She had no feelings for the guy. Her father insisted they meet.. It started like an induction program, self intro and ended like a 3 hour seminar. She was waiting to get away.
The wedding... excited people, silk/flowers/jewelery.. the sacred thread was tied & there was an unexplainable vacuum in her heart.. over.. She was his wife. Accepted by the society and law. What about her acceptance??. This entire crowd will fade away, leaving her to explore her new world...
He pulled her hand gently to sit. The bench was wet and the chill was enjoyable. "So what are you thinking about?"... That was unexpected. Should she reply or be silent? She remembered a two hour presentation she made last month. Bold and confident, she had answered all the queries with a smile. Now she was silent. "Do you know honey... I was not for this marriage too... "Oh my God... what did I hear??? Did HE say that or did I think aloud? What does he mean?Didn’t he like me? Was he forced into this? He must have noticed the quizzical look on my face... with a gentle smile he continued... "I wanted to look for a girl myself, show her how much i care, talk, laugh and cry with her, then get married... Anything else would be a Traditional drama and I was not for it. But my love for my work, my past experiences and also my stress would not give me time and mind space to search for that girl... When your parents talked to me 2 weeks before our marriage, about your fear of getting married, to a stranger, I could completely understand you. I could see myself in you and that was the moment I decided I will marry you. There was no time to prove myself to you... make you trust me… everything happened in a hurry. But there is the entire life before me, to please you, to love you, to make you trust me. This is no less than what I had dreamt of, the girl I was waiting for, is you. Now tell me... will you love me???"
Tears came down her cheek. His question remained unanswered yet both knew the answer....