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Chapter 8 drops the truth — Vikram shows her what real sin looks like.
What happens next? 😈

Chapter 8 The First Lock had Opened

The rain whispered outside as Vikram walked silently ahead, the heavy book in hand.

Naina followed him through the dim haveli halls, her pulse unsteady, unsure what he intended.

Her anklets chimed softly with every hesitant step.

The chime matched the frantic beats of her heart.

Cham.

Cham.

Cham.

What did he expect her to do?

He pulled out a huge iron key—the size of her palm—and slid it into the heavy lock.

He pushed open the teakwood door—one she had never dared touch.

No maid or servant had ever dared approach it; the lock alone was warning enough.

The library.

Tall shelves towered to the ceiling, filled with English books, their spines worn, their titles dusted with time.

A place of secrets, untouched by servants, forbidden to everyone.

As far as Naina's eyes went, books lined every inch—floor to ceiling—leaving only a single table, a lone chair, and a diwan.

"Sit," he murmured, guiding her toward the wide leather armchair.

“Where?” she whispered, confused.

She looked around and found no other place, so she quietly bent down to sit on the floor.

But he tugged her down onto his lap.

"Sarkar...," she whispered, hesitating.

She gasped—but he was already wrapping one arm around her waist, the other placing the tattered, sinful book she’d read earlier on the table.

Then he reached behind and pulled out a different one.

A black book with gold etched along its spine.

No title.

“You think that book was sinful?” he murmured in her ear.

He opened the book.

"You think your heart is tainted?" He brushed her hair back, turning her face to him. "Then beware of what I am about to show you, biwi."

He tilted her face toward the open black book.

Her eyes widened.

The pages held illustrations, not just words.

Positions, bindings, tools she didn’t even know names for.

She gasped, covering her eyes with her hands—yet still peeking between her fingers.

And yet—it wasn’t cruel.

It was artful.

Intimate.

Worshipful.

It was a world of forbidden devotion.

Vikram chuckled softly, watching her hide her eyes yet peek through her fingers.

“Peeking won’t save you,” he said with a soft laugh. “You look so shy… yet your mind runs in the same wicked lanes as mine.”

Her fingers shook over her eyes, and Vikram’s voice dipped lower, amused, dark.

“I bought this from the city. Years ago,” he said, voice low, almost ashamed, as he pulled her hand away and kissed it.

“Hid it. Locked it away. Thought I was mad. Dirty. Sinful. No decent man should want this.”

His hand rested gently on her thigh, not moving, just… there.

His breath was warm on her neck.

“But now... seeing you tonight, reading that book with those trembling hands, those hungry eyes…”

He turned her chin toward him.

“It doesn’t feel dirty anymore.”

Naina's breath caught.

She had never seen this softness in his eyes.

“It feels like… maybe, I was waiting. For someone like you.”

Words deserted her.

Her heart was thudding too loudly.

She was sitting in the lap of a man everyone feared—and yet here, like this, he looked almost fragile.

“I want to touch you in ways they call sin.”

“I want to claim you in ways that would scandalize every man and woman in the village.”

“I want you to beg, Naina. To surrender. Not because you must. But because you want to.”

Her cheeks burned.

Her lips parted.

But she didn’t move away.

“No one has ever seen this part of me,” he said quietly, “but you… you look anyway.”

She leaned in.

“You want all this, Sarkar… but isn’t it sin?” she whispered, biting her lip.

“Sin is what’s forced,” he murmured, his breath hot on her ear. “You are my wife, Naina. I ask you—do you want this? Everything you read… everything you only dared to dream about in words?"

Her breath caught in her throat.

Vikram gently bit her earlobe and teased, "Do you dare?"

“Teach me,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her nails digging into his chest through his kurta.

“Make me yours… the way you’ve always dreamed.”

And in that moment, something shifted forever.

"Please show me how to..."

No longer a marriage of fear.

No longer a house of secrets.

But a world built behind locked doors, where two sinners would learn how to love—in ways no one dared dream of.

And tonight…the first lock had opened.

Devil’s Note 😈💋

Ohhh, my daring sinners…

Did you survive Chapter 8, or are you still stuck on Vikram’s lap? 😏🔥

Tell me—
were your hands trembling like Naina’s?
Did that black book make your heartbeat misbehave?

Because tonight… that was only the first lock.
The next one opens deeper. Darker. Much worse for your sanity.

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Were you peeking through your fingers too? 👀💋

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