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*
"Kshitija... You really don't need to... I'm good... We'll be leaving..."
The more Awnirudh tried to persuade her to let him be, the more Kshitija tugged at his arm to pull him inside the room... her room!
"Awnirudh Babu, I insist... Let me dry you up."
Awnirudh had noticed a strange change of expression in her tone as Kshitija drew a towel from the closet and advanced towards him.
In spite of his repeated refusal, she edged close to him and touched his chest with the towel on the pretext of wiping up the liquor strain.
"Please don't!" Awnirudh protested as he took a few steps backward.
"Why?" Kshitija asked in a beguiling manner repeating her question. "Why shouldn't I? Don't you find me attractive?"
She threw the towel and clutched the buttoned hem of Awnirudh's kurta, pushing him against the wall with her body.
"Miss Sinha... Get a hold on yourself. This isn't you." Awnirudh tried to reason with her respectfully.