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⚠️ 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?

She questioned, clenching her fist. She longed for a love that was genuine, not just a facade to maintain appearances.

The weight of her husband's indifference crushed her spirit more with each passing day.

And in her chest, between all the shame and confusion, blooms a secret ache—fueled by whispers from a book she’s never spoken of.

That evening, she found herself in the kitchen, stirring his food as instructed.

The cook had left for the temple. She was alone.

Then she remembered the bundle hidden in her blouse.

The heating herbs.

She had overheard two elderly women at the temple whispering:

“Just a pinch in the food, and your husband won’t stay off you for days.”
“It brings heat to the blood. Fire to the loins.”

She even read about it in her sinful book, how it makes men crave their wives with a fierce passion.

Naina didn’t know what "loins" meant, not fully. But she is no fool and knew the power of desire.

She knew it had to do with what happened between a husband and wife.

What she read in her books. What she had never felt, only imagined in secret.

What Vikram refused to give her.

She stole a pinch from the maid's pouch.

With trembling fingers, she pinched the crimson powder between her fingers, warmth spreading through her palm, matching the heat rising in her chest.

Just enough.

Not too much.

Her heart pounded louder than the bubbles in the pot.

Right or wrong, she doesn't care, but if her man does not want her, she will find a way to make him desire her.

The dining room was grand, lit by a dozen lamps.

Vikram sat at the head of the table, dressed in his simple white kurta, arms folded.

Niana entered with his food, placing each bowl carefully, her eyes never meeting his.

“Sit,” he said, the scent of sandalwood as always lingering in the air around him.

Niana hesitated before taking a seat opposite him, her hands still trembling slightly.

She obeyed silently, watching him from the corner of her eye as he began to eat.

Minutes passed.

She could see it.

The way his jaw clenched.

How his breath caught slightly.

His eyes flickered, pupils darker than before.

Each bite trembled in his hand, as if the spice in the dal mirrored the fire between them.

The light of diyas danced in his gaze, casting shadows across his face. Naina's heart raced, unsure of what was to come next.

A bead of sweat formed on his temple despite the cold marble floor.

And then he stopped eating.

He looked up.

Straight at her.

His gaze was… different.

“What did you put in this?” he asked, voice lower than thunder.

Her heart thudded; she cleaned her hands nervously.

“I… just use what the cook always uses.”

A lie.

A weak one.

He stood slowly, every movement precise.

"Playing with the man everyone is scared of is not wise, Niana," he said, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, a warning that she knew she should have heeded long ago.

The chair scraped back.

The air between them thickened.

She gripped the edge of her saree.

He walked toward her—silent, slow, deliberate.

Stopped inches away.

And whispered, “Do you think I don’t know what this is?”

His lips twitched, jaw clenched, and pupils darkened—the storm restrained but undeniable.

Her lips parted.

She couldn’t speak.

Vikram leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.

“Trying to tempt the devil, little wife?” He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, causing her heart to race even faster.

She trembled, her breath shallow.

Her veil brushed her face as his breath caressed her ear, sending shivers from nape to toes.

And then—he pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips as his hands wrapped around her long dark hair, pulling her just enough to make her heart race. "But you forget, my dear," he whispered. "I am the beast," he warned before turning and walking away.

Leaving her breathless, shaken, and burning with desire.

Her hair roots thrummed as if a wild storm brewed within. She was torn—between fear and longing for the dangerous man who had just left her standing there.

Her body sang with a fire she had only read about; yet, he did not claim her, leaving her craving more.

And humiliated, even with drugs, he didn't want her as his wife.

That night, Naina didn’t sleep. Her body was hot, restless, and needy.

Her body pulsed with a heat she barely understood.

Not from the herbs.
But from the look in her husband’s eyes—

The look of a man who might break his silence… very soon.

His eyes show a deep and intense desire for her.

The one he tries to suppress but fails to.

She vowed he would notice her in a way he hadn’t yet… whether he wanted to or not.

Devil’s Note 😈💋

Oh, naughty little reader… the night isn’t over, and neither is the heat. 🔥

💭 That little pinch of powder? Still working its magic in Vikram’s system… can you feel the tension building? 😏
💭 And Naina… bold, daring, unafraid to snatch what’s hers… how do you rate a girl who doesn’t wait to be claimed but goes straight for the beast herself? 💓
💭 Will your heart race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts get even naughtier?

Chapter 4 is coming, and trust me… things get hotter than ever. But I’m not spilling it here—Monday is when the real fire ignites. Can you wait? Or are you too impatient, little sinner? 💋

Desires are simmering… whispers are calling… and the Sinful Bride is just getting started. 🔥

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