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Nineteen-year-old Aslam Qureshi is trapped in his own home, forced to watch Vikram—the 6'3" titan who killed his father—rule his mother and sisters as a nymphomaniac king. Under a year-long lockdown, the women parade in semi-nude clothes and escort Vikram in relentless shifts, their bodies marked with his cum. Aslam is reduced to a cuckold in his own bloodline, his family's corruption the only inheritance he has left.
Aslam pads into the kitchen for water and stops at the archway—Vikram is at the head of the table, laptop open, one hand buried in Shahida's loose black hair as she kneels between his spread legs. Vik
Aslam's eyes open to a freezing draft on his bare skin; he's still bound, lying on the floor of the master bedroom, the air sharp with the scent of clean linen and moisturizer. His sisters, Aaliyaah a
In the dark of Aslam's room, the TV switches to sahiba's video . Sahiba—her face bruised, her voice trembling as she speaks of the Qureshi past. Aslam presses play, and the room fills with her words:
Vikram , tired of all this sadistic life , at the brink of the end of lockdown, thinks of the best ending he could give to his house sin , his harem .