Breathing steady now, my sinners?

You might want to take deep breath now.

This chapter isn’t about love.
It’s about intention, consent, and the quiet damage done by people who think they’re helping.

Read slowly.
Some truths don’t shock—
they settle.

Welcome to Chapter 90.
It’s not Powder of Love. 😈📖

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✨ Chapter 90: It’s not Powder of Love

The haveli did not stir.

Not a footstep.
Not a whisper.
Not the soft rustle of curtains.

It was as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Rita stood with her hands folded, fingers trembling so badly she had to press them together to keep them still. Munni clung to her saree, her small body half-hidden, half-exposed—like she did not know whether to run or stay.

Rajveer’s gaze did not leave Rita’s face.

Not once.

“Speak,” he said again, his voice controlled—but strained, as if one more word might snap it.