Chapter 5: Pushing Boundaries

As the days turned into a week, Vishal continued to push Audrey’s boundaries, seemingly unaware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. Audrey found herself torn between the excitement of her new experiences and the guilt of potentially betraying her marriage. Vishal, however, remained steadfast in his assertion of control, always framing it within the context of Indian culture and hospitality.

One evening, as they finished dinner, Vishal looked at Audrey with a serious expression. “From now on, I will be sleeping in the bed with you. This part of Delhi is not safe, and it is better if we are together.”

Audrey felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. “Vishal, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I’m married, and—”

Vishal waved his hand dismissively. “Your marriage is far away, Audrey. Here, you are mine to protect. And besides, it is more comfortable for both of us.”

Audrey hesitated, her heart racing. She knew she should protest, but there was a part of her that thrilled at the idea of being so close to Vishal. She nodded silently, accepting his decision.

Vishal smiled, standing up from the table. “Good. Now, let us put your things away safely.”

He led her to the bedroom, where he opened the closet and began to put away her belongings. Audrey watched as he took her passport from her bag and placed it in the closet, locking it securely.

“Vishal, why are you locking my passport away?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Vishal turned to her, his expression calm. “For safety, Audrey. You do not want to lose it, do you? And besides, you do not need it right now. You are staying here with me.”

Audrey felt a pang of unease, but she pushed it aside, trusting Vishal’s judgment.

As they prepared for bed, Vishal looked at her, his eyes dark and intense. “You should sleep in the nude, Audrey. It is more comfortable, and I want to see your body.”

Audrey’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. She hesitated for a moment before slowly beginning to undress. Vishal watched her, his gaze unwavering, as she revealed her body to him for the first time.

As she stood there, naked and vulnerable, Vishal pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of her. Audrey gasped, covering herself with her hands.

“Vishal, what are you doing?” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Vishal looked at her, his expression serious. “I want to remember this moment, Audrey. You are so beautiful. No one will ever see this but me.”

Audrey hesitated, her mind racing. She knew she should be outraged, but there was a part of her that thrilled at the idea of being seen and desired in this way. She rationalized that no one would ever know about this, and she slowly lowered her hands, allowing Vishal to take more photos.

Vishal smiled, his eyes filled with approval. “Good girl, Audrey. You are learning to embrace your true self.”

As they climbed into bed together, Audrey felt a sense of exhilaration and fear. She was stepping into uncharted territory, pushing the boundaries of her comfort zone and her marriage. But there was no turning back now. She was in too deep, and she found herself craving more of the freedom and excitement that Vishal offered.