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 49 The Unknown Apparition
Sometimes, it takes a lifetime to call someone your own, and sometimes, it just takes a moment.
Mira had felt an unknown bond with Awnirudh, a bond that she was yet to name, or probably never to name! She felt an inexplicable oneness with him that was beyond words for her to express.
No one had ever been kind to her the way Awnirudh was, no one had ever patted her head lovingly, no one had ever praised her cooking.
Mira's dark droopy eyes teared up as she heard Awnirudh's words,
"I'll take you with me Mira, soon... Very soon!"
"Don't cry Mira... Remember what I had told you?" Suresh's mother came out of the kitchen slowly limping with age, as she inched towards her.
"Now you need to think about the one growing inside you. If you cry, the small one would suffer." She took the edge of her saree and gestured to wipe the tears.
Awnirudh saw a shade of melancholy drawing upon Mira's face as his heart too felt the pain.