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⚠️ Content Warning:
This story contains adult themes, including sexual situations, power dynamics, and sensual content.
Reader discretion is strongly advised. Recommended for audiences 18+ only.
All characters are fictional.

Author Note – Welcome, Brave Reader

Welcome, dear reader…

You’ve just opened the doors to The Sinful Bride, a world of whispers behind closed doors, forbidden desire, and hearts that refuse to stay pure.

This is 1950s India, where tradition binds, yet passion finds a way to slip through cracks of silk and sandalwood. You are about to meet Vikram Singh, the storm beneath calm, and Naina Sharma, the girl who doesn’t know yet how dangerously she can tempt a man like him.

Prepare yourself. By the time you close this chapter, your heart may race, your skin may tingle, and your thoughts… well, they’ll be a little corrupt.

Are you ready?

Because the Sinful Bride begins… 🔥💋

Chapter 1 The Vanishing Bride

The air was thick with marigold, sweat, and the faint sweetness of sandalwood, and somewhere, fear pulsed like a hidden drum.

The drums of celebration echoed through the dusty village path as Vikram Singh’s baraat approached—horses stomping, torches burning, and the villagers’ eyes fixed with awe and fear.

Baarat was nothing less than a king's procession, and Vikram Singh's was the grandest of them all.

Dressed in a cream sherwani with a crimson turban, Vikram sat atop a tall white horse like a king ready to claim his queen, though she might not wish to be claimed.

But behind the walls of the bride's house, silence had fallen like death, yet something pulsed in the room.

“She’s gone,” the mother whispered, trembling.

“Gone?” the father croaked.