Warning ⚠️:- This chapter is strictly 18+

Yogesh’s hands, elegant and long-fingered—hands meant for holding pens, not for this—trembled violently as they reached for the button of his tailored trousers. The silk of designer underwear whispered against his skin as he pushed it down. He was already on his knees, the plush carpet digging into his kneecaps, a supplicant before a god of his own making.