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 35 Promises and Chocolates
Awnirudh had entered the medical camp after his brief tour at the town market. He was extra careful with the list Vandita had given him. It was probably the first time she had asked Awnirudh to buy something for her, and there was a sweet sense of affinity in it. Although it took him some time to figure out where to buy the bun pin from, however, upon buying it, Awnirudh took pride in his choice. He also bought some handmade chocolates for her as well.
'She would love these!' He had thought.
The medical camp was a bit quieter than usual, the hustle bustle was a little less. One of the nurses were napping after her long hours last night, her head was rested on a small desk in the corridor.
"It was a rough night, Zamindar Babu."
Awnirudh turned around following the voice only to find a young lady of small frame carrying a large basket, struggling to entire one of the rooms.
Awnirudh rushed and helped her lift the basket. " Barrister... Not Zamindar!" He smiled.