27-01-2025, 02:21 AM
The next afternoon, John arrived with his camera case. “I have a new client,” he said, dumping his case on the floor. “A skirt and top maker who wants to launch a new brand in the market.” He smiled at Chitra. “Can I interest you in a few hours of modeling?”
Chitra nodded. She was getting more comfortable with the idea of modeling, especially with John’s encouragement. He made her feel safe, and she knew she could always trust him.
“I can give you a few hours,” she said.
“Great.” John clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started.”
He took her into his studio and helped her pick out an outfit—a bright yellow skirt and a white top. Chitra stared at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman who stared back. She looked different, younger, more vibrant.
“Let’s get posing,” John said when they came back into the studio.
Chitra found it easier to pose this time, enjoying the movement and the sensation of being in front of the camera. John asked her to change into a second skirt, a black one that fell to mid-calf. She posed in several different tops, feeling more confident with each outfit. She was having fun now, enjoying the process of posing and changing.
When they finally wrapped up for the day, Chitra felt elated. “That was fantastic,” she said, hugging John goodbye.
“I knew you’d be great,” he said with a grin. “You’re a natural at this.”
After he left, Chitra couldn’t stop smiling. She had enjoyed herself today, more than she ever thought possible. And with John’s help, she was learning how to model and pose with confidence. She couldn’t believe the transformation that had happened over the last few weeks.
* * *
Over the next few weeks, Chitra became a regular at John’s studio, modeling for several different shoots. Her favorite shoots were with Salim, the male model she had first met on the perfume shoot. Salim was professional and kind, always putting her at ease.
John was there to guide her through each shoot, directing her in what to do. He posed with her too, hugging her and touching her, making her feel more comfortable with each passing day.
She modeled in various outfits—sarees, salwars, skirts and tops, even a couple of dresses. She tried different hairstyles and makeup looks, enjoying the way they transformed her. With each shoot, she became more confident, more comfortable in her own skin.
Chitra looked forward to John’s visits every day, knowing he would push her limits and help her discover a part of herself that she never knew existed. She began to dress differently at home, wearing shorter skirts and tighter tops. She started paying more attention to her appearance too, styling her hair and wearing makeup. Suresh noticed the changes in her, but said nothing.
One day, Suresh came home early from work and found Chitra posing in her living room. He watched her for a few moments, a frown on his face. Then he cleared his throat and she turned around.
“Hi,” she said, a little self-consciously. “You’re home early.”
“Yes,” Suresh said. “How long have you been doing this?”
She blinked. “Doing what?”
“Modeling.”
John must have told him, she realized. “Just a few weeks,” she replied. “John is teaching me how to do it.”
Suresh’s frown deepened. “Isn’t this inappropriate? You’re a married woman.”
Chitra flushed. “It’s just modeling, darling,” she protested. “I thought you’d be proud of me, learning something new.” She had expected him to be happy for her, not disapproving.
Suresh shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Chitra,” he said sadly. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”
She stared at him, hurt by his words. Why couldn’t he understand that this made her happy? Why couldn’t he see that it was good for her?
“John’s a good teacher,” she said stiffly. “He won’t let me do anything inappropriate.”
“He’s married too,” Suresh pointed out. “Does his wife know about this?”
Chitra swallowed hard. “Geetha helps him sometimes. She’s a photographer too.” But she couldn’t lie—Geetha hadn’t been at any of the shoots recently, and John hadn’t mentioned her in a while. Where was Geetha anyway?
Suresh sighed. “I wish you would stop this, Chitra. It’s not a good influence on you.”
Chitra bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him more. She didn’t want to argue with him, but she didn’t want to give up modeling either. It made her happy, and it gave her a sense of fulfillment that nothing else did.
But one look at Suresh’s face told her he wasn’t open to hearing more about it. So she kept silent, biting back her words and nodding instead. “I’ll think about it,” she said.
Suresh looked unhappy, but he left it at that. “Just be careful,” he said finally. “And don’t do anything that would shame us.”
Chitra watched him go, feeling a sense of loss. She knew they would argue more about this later. But for now, she didn’t know what to do.
* * *
That night, Chitra tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She thought about Suresh and his disapproval. She thought about John and the way he had encouraged her. She thought about her own feelings—what did she want out of this?
She knew one thing—modeling made her happy. It gave her a sense of purpose that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But Suresh didn’t understand that, and it would cause trouble between them if she continued.
Chitra nodded. She was getting more comfortable with the idea of modeling, especially with John’s encouragement. He made her feel safe, and she knew she could always trust him.
“I can give you a few hours,” she said.
“Great.” John clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started.”
He took her into his studio and helped her pick out an outfit—a bright yellow skirt and a white top. Chitra stared at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman who stared back. She looked different, younger, more vibrant.
“Let’s get posing,” John said when they came back into the studio.
Chitra found it easier to pose this time, enjoying the movement and the sensation of being in front of the camera. John asked her to change into a second skirt, a black one that fell to mid-calf. She posed in several different tops, feeling more confident with each outfit. She was having fun now, enjoying the process of posing and changing.
When they finally wrapped up for the day, Chitra felt elated. “That was fantastic,” she said, hugging John goodbye.
“I knew you’d be great,” he said with a grin. “You’re a natural at this.”
After he left, Chitra couldn’t stop smiling. She had enjoyed herself today, more than she ever thought possible. And with John’s help, she was learning how to model and pose with confidence. She couldn’t believe the transformation that had happened over the last few weeks.
* * *
Over the next few weeks, Chitra became a regular at John’s studio, modeling for several different shoots. Her favorite shoots were with Salim, the male model she had first met on the perfume shoot. Salim was professional and kind, always putting her at ease.
John was there to guide her through each shoot, directing her in what to do. He posed with her too, hugging her and touching her, making her feel more comfortable with each passing day.
She modeled in various outfits—sarees, salwars, skirts and tops, even a couple of dresses. She tried different hairstyles and makeup looks, enjoying the way they transformed her. With each shoot, she became more confident, more comfortable in her own skin.
Chitra looked forward to John’s visits every day, knowing he would push her limits and help her discover a part of herself that she never knew existed. She began to dress differently at home, wearing shorter skirts and tighter tops. She started paying more attention to her appearance too, styling her hair and wearing makeup. Suresh noticed the changes in her, but said nothing.
One day, Suresh came home early from work and found Chitra posing in her living room. He watched her for a few moments, a frown on his face. Then he cleared his throat and she turned around.
“Hi,” she said, a little self-consciously. “You’re home early.”
“Yes,” Suresh said. “How long have you been doing this?”
She blinked. “Doing what?”
“Modeling.”
John must have told him, she realized. “Just a few weeks,” she replied. “John is teaching me how to do it.”
Suresh’s frown deepened. “Isn’t this inappropriate? You’re a married woman.”
Chitra flushed. “It’s just modeling, darling,” she protested. “I thought you’d be proud of me, learning something new.” She had expected him to be happy for her, not disapproving.
Suresh shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Chitra,” he said sadly. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”
She stared at him, hurt by his words. Why couldn’t he understand that this made her happy? Why couldn’t he see that it was good for her?
“John’s a good teacher,” she said stiffly. “He won’t let me do anything inappropriate.”
“He’s married too,” Suresh pointed out. “Does his wife know about this?”
Chitra swallowed hard. “Geetha helps him sometimes. She’s a photographer too.” But she couldn’t lie—Geetha hadn’t been at any of the shoots recently, and John hadn’t mentioned her in a while. Where was Geetha anyway?
Suresh sighed. “I wish you would stop this, Chitra. It’s not a good influence on you.”
Chitra bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him more. She didn’t want to argue with him, but she didn’t want to give up modeling either. It made her happy, and it gave her a sense of fulfillment that nothing else did.
But one look at Suresh’s face told her he wasn’t open to hearing more about it. So she kept silent, biting back her words and nodding instead. “I’ll think about it,” she said.
Suresh looked unhappy, but he left it at that. “Just be careful,” he said finally. “And don’t do anything that would shame us.”
Chitra watched him go, feeling a sense of loss. She knew they would argue more about this later. But for now, she didn’t know what to do.
* * *
That night, Chitra tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She thought about Suresh and his disapproval. She thought about John and the way he had encouraged her. She thought about her own feelings—what did she want out of this?
She knew one thing—modeling made her happy. It gave her a sense of purpose that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But Suresh didn’t understand that, and it would cause trouble between them if she continued.
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