08-08-2022, 03:45 AM
Arvind sits in one of the chairs, his back against one arm, his legs dbangd over the other, his heart thudding.
Impossible, he thinks, impossible, his mind refusing to believe. He would never have believed it, but here are the images, here is the proof. He thinks he has her.
He looks carefully at the two pictures that Alexei has sent, zooms and un-zooms, squints at the images, and he is almost a hundred percent sure the woman in the images is his beloved sister-in-law, Swati.
The unmistakable sexiness that oozes from the images, the saucy smile, the lush body he has lusted after for so many years, now revealed in all its glory, even better that he imagined.
He puts his phone down and rests his head on the wall behind him and thinks. What should he do?
He has several avenues of action, one of which is of course that of confronting Swati with the proof. Undeniable proof. Of course, he should get more pictures, preferably video before he does that. In this day and age of photo and video alterations and actual websites devoted to morphing famous peoples’ faces onto someone else’s torso, deep fakes are not only possible, but rampant.
Also, she may simply dismiss it as an obvious fake and dare him to do whatever he can. That wouldn’t leave him a lot of wiggle room.
He can see from Aleksei’s message that he has sent the image as someone he is targeting for trafficking, and not because of any personal relationship his partner in crime, Arvind might have with the woman. Arvind is almost sure Alexei isn’t aware of any personal connection.
He isn’t averse to allowing things to take their course, but he thinks he could maneuver to make sure Swati knows that he is involved in her permanent degradation and downfall. And also that this is payback. Then the bitch would be sorry for the scorn she heaped on him.
Hmm. So many things to consider. He drums his finger on the armrest as he considers his options.
He could expose her to Ashok and that would be payback for the generally shitty way older brother had treated him. That would be nice, and not an exclusive path either. He could do that and still have her sold off to some Sheikh’s harem in Dubai.
But unfortunately, that wouldn’t give him the chance to fuck her, something he really wanted to do.
If Aleksei got his hands on her, the chances of him spending any quality time with her fell to zero. She would be herded together with other girls, under guard around the clock and there would be no opportunity at all. He wonders what else he can do.
Is there a way, he wonders, he can get her alone for a period of time, so he can humiliate her before she gets sent away to the Middle East for good? Hmm, something to think about.
He can talk to Nikolai, another Russian who has business in the area.
He has never met the man, but has only heard of him, and perhaps the man might be amenable to a little arrangement. Maybe he would be amenable to interceding on his behalf with Aleksei, because he sure doesn’t have the balls to talk to Aleksei.
He would just get a lecture at best, and at worst, Arvind shudders to think what the man might do. He has heard the stories. Perhaps if Nikolai, as a fellow Russian, took Swati as a loan for a few days?
Yeah, that might work. Sure, a lot of convoluted maneuvering, but in the end it might work.
He closes his eyes and visualizes Swati as she appears in the second photograph. Completely naked. He doesn’t know this of course, but these are the same two images that Prakash sent to Nakul Bhai, and he in turn to Aleksei. He also doesn't know that Nakul Bhai and Nikolai are one and the same, and that he is really Ramsaran, a fellow Indian.
He feels a stirring in his pants, and a slow triumphant smile creeps onto his face. There is no one in the waiting room with his, so he doesn’t care.
He visualizes Swati in his mind’s eye.
Her perfect, large round tits, her heart shaped beautiful face. Her flat stomach. Her shaved pussy with the tantalizing arrow she has groomed into her pubic hair, the whore.
And always, that knowing, slutty smile.
He closes his eyes and her face, then her whole body floats up in his vision. He can feel his cock hardening as he sees the details of her sexy body.
A noise stirs him, and he quickly pulls the newspaper over his groin before he lifts his face to the new entrant. It is Ashok.
“Hi Ashok, hey. All ok?” He is aware he is almost stuttering, but he cannot help it. The irony is simply too delicious.
Here is his brother and there is his wife on his phone, naked.
Except neither of them know it yet.
“Yeah, all good.” Ashok looks harried.
“What’s up?” Arvind pours on the solicitousness.
“Nothing. Just trying to reach Swati, and can’t get her. Must be she forgot to charge her phone or something.”
“Oh, yeah, that kind of thing happens all the time.” Arvind waves his phone at Arvind as though in explanation. “They’re all unreliable.”
Ashok nods in a distracted way.
Something devilish seizes Arvind. He sets his phone down on the chair next to him. He gets up and stretches his arms out, yawns, and says, “It’s getting late. I’m feeling sleepy. Coffee?”
Ashok seems startled. “Sure, why not.”
Arvind holds up a hand when he sees Ashok readying to go with him. “No need to come, you relax a while. Besides, the nurse might come anytime with some meds we need to buy.”
Ashok nods again, this time in acknowledgement. The nurses did indeed pop up at any and all hours asking for this or that medicine to be purchased from the pharmacy. It was so much better in other countries—they treated the patient regardless of whether an attendant was present. Here though, they needed a family member around at all times.
Arvind folds the paper he’d been holding to cover his erection, and places it on the coffee table. His hard on has subsided by now anyway. With one last sideways glance at the phone on the chair, he leaves.
On the way he wonders if he should have unlocked the phone, taken off the security design he has, but then he remembers that the design is the same as Ashok’s. They’d both set it up the same way when they’d purchased theirs.
Besides, an unlocked phone would raise suspicions.
He hopes, as he strides away that Ashok will overcome his scruples and check his phone.
Impossible, he thinks, impossible, his mind refusing to believe. He would never have believed it, but here are the images, here is the proof. He thinks he has her.
He looks carefully at the two pictures that Alexei has sent, zooms and un-zooms, squints at the images, and he is almost a hundred percent sure the woman in the images is his beloved sister-in-law, Swati.
The unmistakable sexiness that oozes from the images, the saucy smile, the lush body he has lusted after for so many years, now revealed in all its glory, even better that he imagined.
He puts his phone down and rests his head on the wall behind him and thinks. What should he do?
He has several avenues of action, one of which is of course that of confronting Swati with the proof. Undeniable proof. Of course, he should get more pictures, preferably video before he does that. In this day and age of photo and video alterations and actual websites devoted to morphing famous peoples’ faces onto someone else’s torso, deep fakes are not only possible, but rampant.
Also, she may simply dismiss it as an obvious fake and dare him to do whatever he can. That wouldn’t leave him a lot of wiggle room.
He can see from Aleksei’s message that he has sent the image as someone he is targeting for trafficking, and not because of any personal relationship his partner in crime, Arvind might have with the woman. Arvind is almost sure Alexei isn’t aware of any personal connection.
He isn’t averse to allowing things to take their course, but he thinks he could maneuver to make sure Swati knows that he is involved in her permanent degradation and downfall. And also that this is payback. Then the bitch would be sorry for the scorn she heaped on him.
Hmm. So many things to consider. He drums his finger on the armrest as he considers his options.
He could expose her to Ashok and that would be payback for the generally shitty way older brother had treated him. That would be nice, and not an exclusive path either. He could do that and still have her sold off to some Sheikh’s harem in Dubai.
But unfortunately, that wouldn’t give him the chance to fuck her, something he really wanted to do.
If Aleksei got his hands on her, the chances of him spending any quality time with her fell to zero. She would be herded together with other girls, under guard around the clock and there would be no opportunity at all. He wonders what else he can do.
Is there a way, he wonders, he can get her alone for a period of time, so he can humiliate her before she gets sent away to the Middle East for good? Hmm, something to think about.
He can talk to Nikolai, another Russian who has business in the area.
He has never met the man, but has only heard of him, and perhaps the man might be amenable to a little arrangement. Maybe he would be amenable to interceding on his behalf with Aleksei, because he sure doesn’t have the balls to talk to Aleksei.
He would just get a lecture at best, and at worst, Arvind shudders to think what the man might do. He has heard the stories. Perhaps if Nikolai, as a fellow Russian, took Swati as a loan for a few days?
Yeah, that might work. Sure, a lot of convoluted maneuvering, but in the end it might work.
He closes his eyes and visualizes Swati as she appears in the second photograph. Completely naked. He doesn’t know this of course, but these are the same two images that Prakash sent to Nakul Bhai, and he in turn to Aleksei. He also doesn't know that Nakul Bhai and Nikolai are one and the same, and that he is really Ramsaran, a fellow Indian.
He feels a stirring in his pants, and a slow triumphant smile creeps onto his face. There is no one in the waiting room with his, so he doesn’t care.
He visualizes Swati in his mind’s eye.
Her perfect, large round tits, her heart shaped beautiful face. Her flat stomach. Her shaved pussy with the tantalizing arrow she has groomed into her pubic hair, the whore.
And always, that knowing, slutty smile.
He closes his eyes and her face, then her whole body floats up in his vision. He can feel his cock hardening as he sees the details of her sexy body.
A noise stirs him, and he quickly pulls the newspaper over his groin before he lifts his face to the new entrant. It is Ashok.
“Hi Ashok, hey. All ok?” He is aware he is almost stuttering, but he cannot help it. The irony is simply too delicious.
Here is his brother and there is his wife on his phone, naked.
Except neither of them know it yet.
“Yeah, all good.” Ashok looks harried.
“What’s up?” Arvind pours on the solicitousness.
“Nothing. Just trying to reach Swati, and can’t get her. Must be she forgot to charge her phone or something.”
“Oh, yeah, that kind of thing happens all the time.” Arvind waves his phone at Arvind as though in explanation. “They’re all unreliable.”
Ashok nods in a distracted way.
Something devilish seizes Arvind. He sets his phone down on the chair next to him. He gets up and stretches his arms out, yawns, and says, “It’s getting late. I’m feeling sleepy. Coffee?”
Ashok seems startled. “Sure, why not.”
Arvind holds up a hand when he sees Ashok readying to go with him. “No need to come, you relax a while. Besides, the nurse might come anytime with some meds we need to buy.”
Ashok nods again, this time in acknowledgement. The nurses did indeed pop up at any and all hours asking for this or that medicine to be purchased from the pharmacy. It was so much better in other countries—they treated the patient regardless of whether an attendant was present. Here though, they needed a family member around at all times.
Arvind folds the paper he’d been holding to cover his erection, and places it on the coffee table. His hard on has subsided by now anyway. With one last sideways glance at the phone on the chair, he leaves.
On the way he wonders if he should have unlocked the phone, taken off the security design he has, but then he remembers that the design is the same as Ashok’s. They’d both set it up the same way when they’d purchased theirs.
Besides, an unlocked phone would raise suspicions.
He hopes, as he strides away that Ashok will overcome his scruples and check his phone.
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