💌 Welcome Back, Brave Reader…

⚠️ Adult themes, naughty whispers, and sizzling tension ahead. 18+ only.

Survived Chapters 1 & 2? 😏
He hasn’t touched her… yet. 💓
Naina hiding that little red book under her pallu? 🔥

Whispers. Shadows. Forbidden desire. 💋
Ready to see what happens next? 😈

Chapter 3 The Bold Attempt

Three nights had passed, and the bridal chamber remained untouched, the air thick with tension.

He had not touched her, not spoken beyond commands.

Each command he gave, each step he took to avoid her room, sharpened the ache in her chest.

He did not look at her as a husband should—he ate alone, slept alone, leaving her in silence.

And she, the new bride, slept under a heavy red quilt in a cold room filled with silence and humiliation… and a longing she dared not name.

Worse than that were the servants’ whispers.

“Maybe she’s too plain for him."
“He never wanted her anyway."
“He keeps her like a nameplate—just to say he’s married.”

"She is not like her sister."

Their words floated through the corridor, echoing in her ears like daggers.

The comparison of her to her sister, who was beloved by all, only added to her shame and loneliness.

All her life she had lived in her sister's shadow; now, even as a wife, she felt unseen.

She was a wife in name. But not in truth.

Why marry her then? Why ask her to be his wife?