All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Amara.I sat on the edge of the low sofa in the formal living room with my hands folded neatly in my lap and my eyes fixed on the pattern of the rug. The air smelled of cardamom and polished wood. My mother sat to my left, posture perfect, while my father spoke in the calm measured tone he always used for important family matters. Across from us the Malhotra family occupied the opposite sofa. Mr. Malhotra looked pleased. His wife smiled with polite satisfaction. Rohan, the younger son, kept glancing at me with a soft nervous expression. And then there was Kabir.Kabir sat slightly apart from the others, one arm resting along the back of the sofa, his dark eyes steady on my face. He was thirty, tall and broad in a way that made the room feel smaller. Where Rohan was softer and more eager to please, Kabir carried the quiet authority of someone used to being obeyed. I had met him twice before during the early talks between our families. Both times I had felt the weight of his attention l

Amara.The message from Kabir arrived in the late afternoon. It was short and formal. He asked if I could come to the Malhotra house that evening to discuss a small matter related to the wedding gifts for Rohan. My mother saw no reason to refuse. A driver was arranged. By the time I arrived the sky had already gone dark and most of the windows in the large house were lit.A staff member opened the door and led me to the study. Kabir was already there standing near the desk with a glass in his hand. He dismissed the staff member with a quiet word and closed the door most of the way. The soft click of the latch made the room feel suddenly smaller.“Thank you for coming,” he said. “Sit.”I sat on the edge of the leather chair across from the desk. My hands rested in my lap. The modest outfit I wore felt too warm against my skin. Kabir remained standing for a moment longer before he took the seat opposite me.“Rohan is at a business dinner tonight,” he said. “He will not be back for sever

Amara.The message from Kabir arrived just after sunset. It was short and direct. He asked me to come to the house once my parents were asleep. No excuse about documents this time. Only a time and the quiet understanding that I would find a way. I waited until the house was still, then left a note that I needed air and would return soon. The driver I called asked no questions.Kabir opened the door before I could knock. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone and dark trousers. His eyes moved over me once and then he stepped aside.“Come in.”I followed him to the study. The door closed behind us with a soft click. The sound made my pulse jump. Kabir did not bother with conversation. He walked to me, cupped the side of my neck, and kissed me hard. The kiss was different from the ones before. There was no careful testing left in it. Only hunger.When he pulled back his eyes were almost black. “I am done only touching you, Amara. Tonight I am going to fuck you. If that is not

Amara.The wedding was four weeks away. The house had become a constant stream of relatives, tailors, and last-minute decisions. My mother spoke of nothing else. Every morning brought new lists and new reminders of the life that was waiting for me on the other side of the ceremony. I smiled when required and answered every question with the soft agreeable words expected of a bride. Inside I carried the memory of Kabir’s cock and the way he looked at me when he ordered me to come.Rohan visited twice that week. He brought small gifts and spoke about the renovations on the house we would share. He held my hand in front of our parents and smiled with genuine warmth. I let him. I even returned the smile. The entire time I felt the ghost of his brother’s hands on my skin. When Rohan left I went to my room and sat on the edge of the bed until the restless heat between my thighs forced me to press my fingers against myself. It was never enough.Kabir’s message arrived on a Thursday evening.

Amara.Three months into the marriage the days had settled into a predictable shape. I lived in the house Rohan had prepared for us. I smiled at family gatherings. I performed the quiet duties expected of a new wife. Rohan was kind and attentive in the ways he understood. He held my hand in public and spoke about the future with genuine hope. At night he reached for me with gentle hands and I let him. The sex remained soft and brief. My body stayed mostly quiet under his touch. I never told him that my mind was somewhere else.Kabir waited two weeks after the wedding before he contacted me. The message was short. An address. A time. I told Rohan I needed to visit a relative and left the house with a calm face. The driver dropped me at a quiet apartment building I had never seen before. Kabir opened the door and stepped aside.“Come in.”The apartment was sparsely furnished and clearly used for one purpose. The moment the door closed he pushed me against it and kissed me hard. There w