Chapter Eight
Chattel
“Things have certainly changed during my time away, sweet Navya,” the slightly dislocated voice came over the Skype airways; a voice that belonged to Ramesh Chakraborty who, having only seen him to wave to when my life was in better shape was now seeing more of me than I was comfortable with.
I was stood, near attention, hands clasped behind my back respectfully, before the computer in the study that was his office when he was in the country. The console was turned so the webcam could view the interior of the room and provided him with an unimpeded view of my naked body and its new… jewellery. At my side and, unless I’m much mistaken, supremely pleased with herself, stood the woman who had just caged me, still dressed in the tight-fitting red sweater and hip-huggin
