Chapter 4: New Rules, New Experiences

Audrey woke up to the sound of clinking cups and the aroma of fresh coffee. She rubbed her eyes, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was a little before 11 am. As she sat up, Vishal entered the room, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.

“Good morning, Mrs. Young,” he said, his smile warm and charming. “I have made coffee for you. In India, it is the woman’s job to serve her man. But today, I make exception for you.”

Audrey accepted the cup, feeling a mix of gratitude and discomfort at his words. She knew the sentiment was deeply rooted in cultural norms, and she decided not to challenge it, at least not yet.

“Thank you, Vishal,” she said, taking a sip. The coffee was strong and sweet, just the way she liked it.

Vishal sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “From now on, you will be up before me, preparing the coffee and the meals. If we need any ingredients, we can go shopping today.”

Audrey nodded, feeling a strange sense of excitement at the prospect of embracing this new role. It was so different from her life back home, where she was the one being served and taken care of.

Vishal pointed to the outfit laid out on the bed—a crop top, a pair of very short Daisy Dukes, and black stilettos. “And you will wear what I want you to wear,” he said, his voice firm but gentle.

Audrey looked at the outfit, her eyes widening in surprise. It was far more revealing than anything she would normally wear, but there was something thrilling about the idea of stepping out of her comfort zone. After all, no one knew her here. She could be whoever she wanted to be.

“Alright,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I’ll change.”

Vishal smiled, his eyes lingering on her as she stood up and began to change into the outfit. She felt his gaze on her, appreciative and unapologetic, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Once she was dressed, Vishal led her out of the apartment and into the bustling streets of Delhi. The city was a whirlwind of colors, sounds, and smells, and Audrey found herself swept up in the energy of it all. Vishal took her to a local market, where they bought fresh vegetables, spices, and other ingredients for their meals.

As they walked through the crowded market, Audrey felt the eyes of strangers on her, taking in her revealing outfit. She felt a mix of self-consciousness and exhilaration, a sense of freedom and liberation that she had never experienced before. Vishal walked beside her, his hand occasionally brushing against hers, a silent reminder of his presence and protection.

They spent the day exploring the city, visiting historic sites and bustling bazaars. Vishal was a knowledgeable guide, sharing stories and insights about Indian culture and history. Audrey listened intently, her curiosity piqued by this new world that was so different from her own.

As the day wore on, Audrey found herself growing more comfortable in her new role. She prepared dinner for Vishal that evening, following his instructions carefully. He watched her with approval, his eyes warm and appreciative.

“You are learning quickly, Mrs. Young,” he said, as they sat down to eat. “I am impressed.”

Audrey smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Thank you, Vishal. I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.”

Vishal reached across the table, his hand covering hers. “I am glad. There is much more for you to experience, Audrey. Much more.”