The Unventured Passions
Unventured Passions is a contemporary romance novella in Indian context, weaving tales about a prominent young 18 year old landlord, who after becoming a barrister, returns to his country, only to find himself entangled with the fate of a 9 year old child, a girl. On a fateful stormy night, infront of hundreds of villagers, the young barrister was compelled to marry the little girl to save her life from the prevailing social evils that would have led her to imminent death. But, needless to say, he could never accept her as his wife. With an age difference of 9 years, the relationship between the two remained as that of a mentor and a mentee, a teacher and a student, for years, each growing up slowly amidst platonic companionship, until one sensuous moment of weakness. The blossoming teen girl had fallen hard for her cold barrister husband... and fearing the worst, the husband sends her away, only to realise he too had fallen for her madly... But it's late already! His baby wife wasn't a baby anymore, and the fiery passion burns hard... Would he be able to get this beautiful fiesty wife back? Will the young lady accept her husband who had renounced her once so heartlessly? The story revolves around love, hatred, jealousy, mystery, action, patriotism, and an unforgettable tale of passions above all... a saga of love beyond all odds. *Mature Content Alert*
Chapter 37 Reflections
Words are probably the most powerful weapon known to the world. It possesses the power to make and break at the same time. Words can destroy... Words can heal.
The connotation and interpretation of the question that Awnirudh had suddenly asked Vandita on that lazy Sunday morning was different to both of them.
And both had their reasons.
It was hard for Awnirudh to erase Mira's words from his mind.
At that precious moment, when he had held Vandita's beautiful face in his hand and had looked at her large dark eyes, his mind couldn't help but picture another face beside hers, a pale troubled one with a pair of deep-set eyes, looking at him expectantly.
Awnirudh couldn't complete his words. He wanted to let Vandita know how he feels for her, he wanted to pour his heart out at her feet, but his words were held back by a strange melancholic feeling. It was as if he could almost hear Mira's voice ringing in his ears.
'Do you promise to take care of my baby!'