The male lead batakrishna has been taken from The unventured passions by AndieeSen21 ,book 2 of unventured series.
The female lead is a fan of this series , who is neck deep in love with batakrishna. Meem_Akter_Shetu.

Her heart thrummed in strange anticipation when she first stepped in the big victorian style verandah of the of Barrister babu's Bungalow. The big krishnachura tree was surrounded by red bricked walls, complementing the scarlet flowers of the tree.

Some red flowers were fallen on the ground, scattered as if welcoming her in the house. The three storey home was so lavish, high walls that need neck to be fully extended if you want to look at them wholly.
She kept on walking or rather roaming in a circular fashion as she absorbed the stupendous beauty of the house. She had never seen such ---.
Her thought process broke when she felt her feet getting stumbled over a raised surface in the verandah, and she prepared herself for the hard fall on the ground but the fall didn't come. Rather two powerful arms had secured her into them , preventing her fall. She wished if they could prevent her from downfall of her life too. The krishnachura tree was showering over them its scarlet flowers as if blessing the two souls under it. She opened her eyes to see a pair of black orbs piercing her own so deeply as if they could peek in her soul. She gasped as she saw Barrister babu holding her. Wait! He looks like barrister babu. But he isn't actually him. A bit tanner and leaner. His muscles were stiff and rigid under the thin cotton shirt smouldering her palms and cooling them simultaneously. His eyes look mischievous and drip of innocence at the same time. His nose is straight with a black mole on it, so small that it can be seen from close only. His pinkish lips are uplifted slightly in amusement. What is so funny? His cheeks are tinted a bit pink. Does he always look the same or is he blushing? But why would he--

"Miss! Are you okay?" Shetukala's reverie broke at his deep voice, as he pulled her up straight on her feet. Her eyes casted down at her feet, suddenly the floor looked more interesting than anything else in this space. His proximity was suffocating and soothing at the same time. Uff! Why he has to be such an oxymoron ?

"Miss, I asked are you okay?" Batakrishna looked at her in amusement , as crimson splashed on her smooth unblemished cheeks. Her eyes were casted downwards , and her long curled eyelashes were kissing her cheeks in flutters. Oh! How envious he was of them. Her bow shaped lips , the lower one a bit fuller than the upper one were parted infinitesimally. A large circular nosering, adorned on the right side of her nose, was falling on her lips . A golden chain was connecting it to her hair as if cradling it like a baby and swinging it lightly. A small red bindi was decorated in between her pointed eyebrows like the epicenter of an earthquake creating a havoc in his heart. And! And! What would he not do to dive in those eyes again, deep, dark with an unfathomable emotion swirling in them , which now she has so stubbornly drifted away from his sight. His hands wanted to linger more on her velvety skin , burning them with an intense passion.

Shetukala nodded her head timidly , too nervous to look back at him.

"Batuk! What are you doing here? Don't you have to go to college today?" Anirudh came back to see shetukala when he didn't find her . Maybe he had walked too fast inside.

"Dada, i....i..uh was about to go."

"This is shetukala. She is staying with us till the hearing of her case. Tell manimala kaki to show her the guestroom and take care of her."

"Ji, dada!" Batakrishna had learned long back not to meddle in his dada's matters. His clients' confidentiality mattered a lot to him.

The days rolled over. Shetukala and Batakrishna stole each others' glances time and again, their eyes occasionally colliding but instantly finding refuge in the mundane surroundings.

"Waah, boudi! Such an amazing payesh you have made." Batuk licked his fingers swiping the last remains in the bowl. " I feel like kissing your hands for such delicious treat."

"Batuk! This payesh has been made by Shetukala ,not me. And what were you talking about kissing fingers of one who made this delicious treat." Bondita smirked mischievously.

Batuk let out a choking cough. Shetukala ran with a glass of water and touched it to his lips. Batuk looked at her, slowly drinking water from her hand. He felt as if her intoxicating eyes were pouring booze in the water, she was making him drink, thus making him inebriated.
As she was about to remove the glass from his lips, he put his fingers on hers over the class continuing to drink the water.

"Batuk! The water has finished." Bondita teased.

Anirudh chuckled.

Shetukala left the glass and almost ran into the kitchen hiding her face with her pallu. Batuk looked away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand smiling dreamily.

Next morning, Batuk woke up early when he heard a faint sound, but melodious enough to capture his attention and he kept walking towards the voice. His feet halted in front the verandah , where he saw his angel who has robbed his sleep for several nights now, standing in front of him showering the tulsi plant with water through a brass round container (lota).
Her eyes were closed and her lips were softly singing the gayatri mantra. Her hair were freshly washed water still dripping from them , droplets of water slipping on her bare shoulders like a mischievous child on a slide. He followed the trail of the droplets sliding from her forehead to her chin , making their way to the curve of her jawline and long slender neck , finally collapsing into the forbidden crevices of her bosom , still sheathed modestly under her red bordered white saree.

As she finished her pooja, she turned and was startled to see him staring at her.

"Da-dactar Babu!" She fidgeted her hands around the brass container. "Suprabhat!"

"Good morning shetu." Batakrishna rolled her name on his tongue as if tasting it .

This maybe the second time he has spoken directly to her. Shetukala's eyes watered at listening her name . Batakrishna panicked suddenly, and lifted her chin with his index finger to make her look in his eyes.
"What happened? Sorry, Did I say something wrong?"

"My...my maa used to call me Shetu."

"Ohh, you miss her? Where is she?"

Shetu looked at him , her eyes pooled with sadness, and hugged him abruptly, the brass lota falling with a clanking sound. Batakrishna wasn't prepared for her touch thus staggered a step back . Shetu's whimpers soon troubled into sobs. Her hands clutched his shirt in tight grip. Her hair shared their wetness with his shirt making it transparent and exposing his skin to her touch. Batakrishna after a momentary turmoil whether to touch her or not, snaked his arms around her taking care not to touch her exposed skin , his one palm caressing her head, his long fingers combing her black tresses. He could not help but inhale the sandalwood smell coming from her hair, evading his senses.
Shetukala realised their proximity and tried to break the cage of his arms . Batakrishna sensing her discomfort , released her. He cupped her face, and lowered his head to come in eye contact with her. He rubbed her tears with the pad of his thumb.

He smiled in amusement at looking her.
Shetu looked at him quizzically as if to ask what was so funny.
Batakrishna trailed his right thumb on her nose to swipe the red trail of her smudged bindi and showed her. The water must have smudged it.

Shetukala lowered her face in embarassment and pursed her lips. She then noticed that his shirt was all wet and her red smudge tainted it, on his chest.

"So-sorry. Your shirt." She rubbed her shirt to remove the stain not knowing the effect of her touch on his skin under the now transparent shirt.

"Shetu, let it be." Batakrishna said hut shetukala was in a frenzy not listening to him.
Batakrishna clutched her hands in his palms making her look at him.

"If you continued your torture on me like this, I would have to pay you back with interest. Batakrishna Roy Chowdhury never keeps debts." Batakrishna said in a husky voice, that sent a cold shiver down her spine. She snatched her hands from his grip and ran inside leaving him with the stains of her love.

Batakrishna stroked his hair back with his fingers pulling them back, just like his dada used to do.

"Ohh God! Shetu! What are you doing to me?"
He groaned.

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