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*
[Bonus chapter-1] [The First Night]
'My Dearest Candy'
The golden yellow gas lamp kept on the study table flickered a bit. It was still stormy outside, although the menacing outrage of the nature had taken a more mellowed stature now, the wind only drawing patterns on the shadowed walls inside. Awnirudh Roy Chowdhury exhaled sharply as his eyes passed from the frightened lamp to the written words.
He scratched it.
'Dear Candice,
Hope this letter finds you well and you find in your heart to forgive me. Things in India are worst than I had expected. The satanic practice of Child marriage had planted it's seeds in almost every household. They burn small girls in the name of rituals, alive... '
He stopped, the silver nib of his pen finding it's refuge inside the inkpot once again. Awnirudh leaned back against his chair.
'God!!' he exhaled, brushing his fingers through his dampened hair.
He had just taken a bath, changed into his regular cotton nightshirt after the unexpected adventures of the day.