💌 Welcome Back, Brave Reader…

⚠️ Content Warning: Adult themes, sensual tension, and naughty whispers ahead. 18+ only.

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Did your heart skip a beat when Vikram appeared? 💓
Could you feel Naina’s fear… and a little forbidden curiosity? 🔥
Ready for more whispers, secrets, and dangerously tempting glances? 😈💋

Chapter 2 The First Night

The wedding was done. The villagers were fed. The torches died one by one, leaving shadows that whispered of the night to come.

Naina, now wrapped in a heavy red bridal saree, was escorted to Rajveer’s villa on a sedan adorned with gold and silver, followed by a trailing river of servants in moonlight.

She didn’t speak or blink; she had never left her house before—not like this.

When the servants opened the carved iron gates, the silence inside was deafening.

The villa was massive—cold marble floors, grand staircases, and long hallways.

No paintings, no laughter, no warmth.

Only the scent of oud and something faintly metallic.

A maid whispered, “This way, Thakurain…”

Niana was taken to a large room lit by oil lamps and a fire that crackled too loudly. There were no flowers. No sweets. No giggling women.

Her anklets chimed with each step, heavy and deliberate.

Cham.

Cham.

Cham.