Anarkali lies in bed, wrapped in a striking black saree and blouse, her milky white belly exposed like a canvas of desire. Her masked husband begins worshipping her with slow, deliberate care — first rubbing ice cubes around her navel, letting the cold water drip deep into her bellybutton, drawing moans from her lips. Then he pours golden honey into her navel, lightly fingering its sticky depth before licking it all off with passion. A visually rich and deeply sensual navel worship session.