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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*

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Chapter 29 Half Woman

The evening tea had just been served. Vandita and Awnirudh sat at their favourite spot in the banglow, the terrace garden. They heartily chatted away their thoughts, aspirations, fears... it was as easy a discourse for them as breathing.

They were one... their hearts bound by a common string of trust and respect, a string that they were yet to give a name to.

"Mira... What a lovely name!" Vandita had remarked, as both read the letter from Dr. Suresh together.

Awnirudh looked up to meet her eyes as she continued to speak. Her eyes were large and dreamy, and all Awnirudh could think was to dive deeper in the infinite depth of those eyes.

"She had worshipped and loved her lord her entire life, and in return, had only received desolation and heartache." Vandita sighed unmindfully.