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"Vow of Chains" The Lord and his untamed Lotus.
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Complete, First published Jan 19
Mature
1943
Bengal- Kalighat


LORD THEODORE NORMAN
He stared at the young girl in front of him. As far as he could recall, his parents arranged his marriage to this girl. A Zamindar's daughter and an Indian at that. What bad taste. Zamindars needed the British government's support; no wonder they were always trying to curry favour with the British. Never thought he'd be the one having the bad luck of marrying an Indian. "So..it's you?" He asked her in a slightly irritated tone.

SIYA ROY CHAUDHARY
"Sacrifice of my freedom and being caged to him forever?". She snapped, the sharpness of her voice slicing through the air, and stormed into the bedroom, the door closing with a soft thud behind her. Her words felt like daggers, piercing deep into his heart. He hated the way she spoke about him, especially in the presence of his parents.
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