The underwear

Thu, 26 Mar 2026 01:21:41 +0000

“Aap ko lagta hai ke aap ne khud ko qaid kar liya hai... par chabi mere paas hai.”
(You think you’ve locked yourself away... but I hold the key.)

In the cold, marble hushed halls of Zaviyar’s mansion, silence is a rule. At thirty one, he is a man of impeccable sophistication restrained, precise, and seemingly untouchable.
And Ulfat, She is twenty four, an orphan with nothing but a quiet, burning intent.
Zaviyar plays the role of the cold guardian, but behind his stern gaze, the hunger is mutual.

"Ulfat, this is highly inappropriate for this household."