Chapter 7: The Photoshoot

The day of the photoshoot couldn’t have come faster. She called him when she reached the gates. As he went to meet her at the gates he could see others sniggering.

They all knew what was going to happen. Rajesh was going to take pictures from every angle possible. And then starts making hundreds of deepfakes of him and others having sex with my wife.

There was no way to stop it. Rajesh saw him leaving and immediately joined him.

“Let’s meet your delicious wife!”, he said.

Ram could see Nisha was nervous. The photoshoot was to take place on the floor one level above where Ram worked. Ram prayed for her to back out.

Rajesh lit up on seeing her. His eyes immediately traveled from her head to her chest, then to her legs and back again to her chest. They lingered there. She was wearing an conservative salwar kameez but that didn’t stop Rajesh.

Rajesh while welcoming her, wrapped both of his hands around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

Suddenly Ram was more afraid than ever. He and his wife were in a building owned by Rajesh and surrounded by men loyal to him. He can do anything!

Fortunately, Rajesh finally let go of the hug but he still kept one hand wrapped around her waist. Ram didn’t know how to tell him not to do that. Nisha was clearly uncomfortable...

“Let’s go, we are already late...”, Rajesh said and dragged her into the elevator by her waist.

“Are you going to stand there, wasting time?”, Rajesh asked Ram curtly. He had never been this curt to Ram in their house either. He clearly didn’t care enough to pretend to be nice.

Ram tried to think of a reason to end it then but failed. He joined them in the lift.

When they finally entered the room, Ram saw multiple cameras with multiple camera men, multiple lights, multiple reflectors ... in the middle was the bed with silky red fabric.

“You are already late ... go change asap”, Rajesh said, handing Nisha a lingerie set and then immediately turned away from her.

Ram watched her inspect the lingerie. She looked up to and their eyes met and she gave an awkward smile.

“What are you still doing here?”, Rajesh asked her loudly.

“Go change...”, he ordered her pointing towards the corner.

Nisha walked towards where Rajesh pointed.

Rishi, a photographer, grabbed Ram. He forced him to sit beside him in one of the chairs in front of the bed and started telling the same things they have been saying since the day they found out Nisha agreed to come and model.

“We are going to have so many angles”

“finally we will know if she can feed a village or a town with her milk jugs”

“Can my face be inside her thigh gap?”

He kept saying and laughing.

Suddenly from behind somebody covered his mouth and in a second Rishi punched him twice in the stomach so hard, he felt like fainting. In the next second he was dragged to a room.

He was gagged and tightly bound to a chair. In front of him was a set of small TV screens that were showing real time recording of all security cameras of the entire big shooting room. Below them was the big TV which was just tracking his wife wherever she was.

As he continued watching his wife he couldn’t hold back his tears. This is all his fault. He should have never let her come here.