Bringing The Hindu Slut Out (niinja/jenwishuknew)

[dead_niinja]

Raj was the oldest son of the Rao family who had moved to the United Kingdom in late seventies. In fact it was Raj's grandfather who came here first and started a small business. He started off with a job in a factory then ten years later, he opened a small corner shop in a residential area. A lot of Indians and Pakistanis were flooding in the country and Rao was just another man running his shop happily. Rao arranged for his wife to come to the UK too and they had a son named Ajay. Their business of corner shop changed into three medium sized shops and when Ajay got married, he had five sons. They all grew up and thrown in the shops. Now Ajay had an empire consisting of eleven shops and some properties. He was a millionaire.

Raj was the oldest and also the most insecure. The reason for that was his father sent him to India to get better education and knowledge of the culture. He spent ten years of his childhood there studying in school and everything. When he came back to UK, everything was new to him. He didn't do well in school so he was thrown in the business. He started working and eventually became a workaholic without a social life. His circle of friends were limited. Just cousins and some school friends. The benefit he got was that he knew both of the worlds, East and West.

So his father decided to marry him to a girl from India. A wealthy family. Raj saw a picture and he really liked her. He married and applied for her visa after spending a month with her. The amazing time of his year. They had sex every day. They were both addicted to each other. She had to wait six months for the visa. Raj promised he would call her every day.

So he did call her every day for six months. He even went to see her twice during that period. When she came over, she had some difficulty in adjusting. Raj helped her the best he could. Obviously he had his business and work to look after. He admitted he didn't spend enough time with her and that 'spark' of first month was gone but he was happy with his wife.

He loved his work and his wife. There wasn't anything he wanted more from life. He was happy.




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[jenwishuknew]

It had been almost 6 months since she’d arrived to UK after getting married to a Raj, a year ago. An arrange marriage was the tradition not only in her family, but over the most of India and according to Hindu tradition. And Deepika was not the first, but one of many who had gotten married to an Indian from another country, probably born and brought up abroad, and had her immigrate into London after marriage to settle down with her husband. Getting married and settling down with a man in another city was scary enough, here, she was being sent off to whole different country and that scared her to death.

Though, she was not alone, her husband, Raj, was there and she knew he loves her. At least, she thought he was going to be there every step of the way, just how he’s been during the time she was stuck in India after marriage and he was back in UK. Technically, he wasn’t here, here being in India, though he emotionally supported her throughout, after getting married to the time she flies into UK. He continued to call her every day and they used to talk for almost an hour, more than an hour at times even. He even came back twice and spent a few weeks with her. During which time, they’d spend a lot of time travelling away from the families so they could be alone.

Just like the elders had told her, she now knew they were right about love happening after marriage in the arranged marriage cases. Few of her friends had strayed away from the tradition and had gotten into a love marriage, so Deepika was almost tempted to wait until she finds someone and get married to him. But now, she was certain she couldn’t have found a better man to spend the rest of her life with. The way they made love that first night when they had consummated their marriage. The times he visited her back home and shortly after she’d arrived into UK, it was amazing but he eventually mingled back into his work mode and nowadays, he just keeps busy with work

It’s been six months and some change, and she couldn’t help but feel as if they’ve been married for ten years now. It was a mind game, but she knew it was barely over a year since she joined him here. Of course, like anyone, she also found it difficult to settle down here but she was trying. He left for work early on and came later in the evening, leaving her alone to spend the rest of the day alone and it was starting to get boring.

She really had nothing to do and that’s when she joined an activity group at a local church. It kept her busy with many activities because they always had something to do. They had charity events, art exhibitions, and even a book reading club. Now, she wasn’t the best at arts but she’d made some paintings of her own. Though, their instructor was one of the best and he was indeed an artist by profession. He had made many great paintings and she finds it amusing. She wonders if there was any one thing that he couldn’t capture on a canvas. She sure looks forward to his class, for sure. Though she's simple looking, there's this aura about her...one exuding nothing more than just a simple and natural beauty that she has about her.
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[dead_niinja]

Christopher Grehen was a half Irish half American man in his late twenties. He was a born artist. His mother always told him that he had magic in his fingers. He could do magic on paper. He could paint, all sorts of them but particularly he liked the wet paint, outside in the fields. Nature was his best friend. That's why the four walls of his room couldn't keep him there. He left his home for further education and settled in California. Did a two year course in landscape painting and a few other activities. He sold some of his paintings for a good amount of money but nothing spectacular. He wasn't interested in money. They say the more you run away from money, the quicker it chases you. But Chris was happy. In his own space, in his own world. The advantage of taking part in activities was that he made a lot of friends and it really brought the extrovert out. Still now, he found it hard to balance both sides, his small celebrity fame and his solitude. He had to go away. So he moved out to New Orleans where the people were different. They would appreciate his art differently but same thing happens: he ends up being the centre of attention and although he didn't mind it but it stole his 'quiet time' away.

He spent eight years on the road, visiting different cities, always moving on when people started recognising him more. In New York, a guy paid 10,000 dollars for his latest painting and he booked a flight to Ireland to visit his mum. He spent some time here in his room then one day, suddenly he told his mum, he wanted to visit London. His mum, knowing her son was a free bird, smiled and nodded.

London he went and he immediately fell in love with the city. It had a small section for artists who would make pictures at day and at night, women would come and strip off to have their naked pictures drawn on the big canvas. They paid a lot to get themselves drawn naked.

Chris, with his long blonde black hair and a small stubble, became the favourite among the ladies. They would stare at him and keep staring while he drew their pictures then they would have an orgasm there and let him dominate them. These pervert wives, who loved when a man controlled them, were at the top of the filthy rich community. These were filthy spoilt wives. Chris learned a lot but also wanted to hide away too because it was diverting him out of his main talent. His talent of drawing but the ladies would convince him holding his cock and whisper in his ear that he had another talent: to make any woman melt before him by commanding her and taking rein.

So after that it was a mix. Half a night of drawing and the other half, some good filthy fun. It was fine with him because the group was hidden from public so he would get his quiet time and the money too. But things went out of hand when a certain lady called Lady Veronica wanted to buy him. The other ladies objected that she just cannot buy him like that. He serves all of us so he should stay where he is. Things went so out of control after few months, Chris had to leave and settle in a church where he would partake in different activities. Oh, at first it felt like those times when people would not leave him alone but the priest said that he should take part in a wide variety of activities. So he did, whether it was taking kids to a trip or giving a tour of the church to the tourists, drawing or painting competitions, Chris was in it all. Only a handful people knew he was an artist and nobody knew of his little naked adventures upon entering the city.

Then he opened up a class where he would teach people how to draw. A lot of people signed up then she came. A young Indian lady with black hair and brown eyes, her body like a goddess, slim and tight. He could see through her clothes. Her name was Deepika. Chris was just mind blown. She was so beautiful. He decided he would draw her naked one day.

"Yes, if you're interested in any kind of painting, I'm going to cover it here. All you need to do is attend the class. What do you do for work anyway?" Chris asked after class. Most of the students had left and Chris started talking to Deepika asking her about her name and the culture from where she came from. He found out she came from India and is married to a guy here. "That's really good and you're learning how to paint. I would say that's brilliant. Anyone could paint with practice. I'm actually trained in landscape nature painting but I can do all sorts. Even people. But I must admit your country has a lot of colours. I would love to visit one day."


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[jenwishuknew]

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The church near her house had been established centuries ago. It was one of the first in that area and that’s why it held a lot of importance to a lot of people and the community. Religiously, she wasn’t a Christian, but she did believe in all gods. A Hindu temple is where she ought to go but it was far away, not a place where she can easily go to during weekdays. Besides, this was much closer to where she lived and near downtown.

She had attended services on certain occasions but not regularly and just because she was some part of the church due to the activities they had to offer. She had other reasons behind visiting the church and they were mostly activities one could get involved in. Besides, it was helping her with her boredom, having started attending a book club and finishing a few chapters to catch up to where they were in the book to get caught up with everyone in the book club. Not even two weeks ago, she saw a post on notice board that she had missed.

There were limited seat, 15 or so, and having missed the deadline, she knew she was an extra one. Though, she couldn’t help but try her luck and attend the class, just to see if someone had dropped out. Unfortunately, it was still full but she stayed throughout the class, and at the end of it, she asked a question to the gentleman, “Mr. Grehen? I learned about the class very recently, and I know the class is full,” she ran her hand through her hair and continued, “But I was wondering if you can accommodate one more person.”

Deepika was getting double minded about attending this already full class, having worn her Indian outfit, she didn’t bother changing before she made her way to one of the buildings owned by the church, across the street from the large cathedral. Though she was quite tall herself, standing tall at 5ft 7 in, the man obviously was taller than her. Her black hair draped over her shoulders and to her front like a chocolate cascading down her shoulders, her big round and brown eyes always have a hint of innocence to them, perfectly upturned tippy nose and pert lips were all too simple and yet, she managed to catch his attention like no one ever had before. A soft and welcoming smile always lingered her lips, which in turn dimpled her cheeks, making her look even more adorable. Besides, she wasn’t even wearing any short or provocative clothes but the opposite, fully dressed and no way he could learn of her fine curves her petite frame had to offer.

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Her name was mentioned by her earlier in the class when everyone was introducing their selves to the class, but she introduced herself again and answered his questions. She informed him with ease that she was a housewife for now and that she came into the country about half a year ago. She also explained how she didn’t belong to this religion or culture but a very different one, one that was much more conserved. She hesitantly continued, “No yet, I do want to learn how to paint though. That’s why I was hoping to join your class.” When he told her about painting and his specialty, she looked around the room full of paintings done by him and put on display for the glass to set an example. “My country…It’s full of colours! You must! I am sure you will like it. I certainly do.” She said with a sigh, her having not settled quite yet was obvious as she’d love to just go back home if she was allowed to. “Are these all of your paintings?” She asked, glancing at them from far, then looking up at the hunk of a man who was quiet handsome, drawing her gaze back towards the colorful paintings that was laid across the floor of this large room.

 

[dead_niinja]

"Please call me Chris, Deepika," he said as the class emptied and only them two were left behind standing. She was the most beautiful he had ever seen and he had travelled a lot. If her country offered this kind of beauty then he would visit there everyday but it felt different when he saw her. His first thought was to draw her nude. They kind of thinking he got from the circle of those vicious and filthy ladies. All of them together corrupted his mind and made this horny and filthy guy. He did try his best to keep that man away as he moved on but he just couldn't. He just wanted to strip Deepika off right now and start painting but of course he wouldn't do such a silly thing.

Instead he smiled as she talked about her own country and then his paintings. "Yes, they are all mine. Well, the less intense ones as you can see. Let me walk you through them." He walked with her through the empty classroom a size of a hall. This hall was reserved only for his classes and paintings. The priest was very generous and believed it was a great activity.

Chris stood in front of a painting which showed a small stream of clear water and a deer looking over it to the sky. "This, I saw near on my trip up from New Orleans. Such a powerful picture." He moved on explaining a little bit about every picture.

"You should really come tomorrow to our class. I'll hand you a pencil and you can draw." He smiled. "Then we'll see how good you are. If you are a natural then it's no problem."

He said his goodbye and let her go. She said she would walk as her house was just down the street.

 

[jenwishuknew]

There was something subtle in the way she looked, her soft gaze looking up to him almost as if he was her teacher, her Guru, when he told her to call him Chris. The sound of a door being closed behind the last person was barely audible as it became awfully quiet in the room, no distractions whatsoever. Despite her loose clothes, if he’d able to see what was beneath it and consider her the most beautiful he had ever seen, one might just be convinced since he was a man who had travelled a lot and certainly, seen a lot.

If he’d ever get to draw her nude, he’d realize she’s lot different from the other vicious ladies he’s been with. Though, it may very well be evident to him now that she was certainly unique, not just in her looks but in her ways as well. There was this sophistication inside her, her poise so erect and pure, the way she stood a step away, keeping distance from the stranger but offering a respectful and friendly smile as she spoke in a calm manner.

When the gentleman offered to show and explain his paintings to her, she smiled with a nod at him, moving about the large hall and looked at his paintings. Once they came upon a painting of a deer, she looked amusedly at it, losing herself a little into it and what he explained. “It’s quite a catch. I mean to draw it out even after how the deer must have moved away.” She said enthusiastically, assuming the deer wouldn’t have stayed put while he was done with his drawing. So, a lot had to do with him capturing that image first in his mind and then portraying it on the picture with his hands and colors.

She did agree when he encouraged her to attend his class the next day, “I’d love to. Though, I must warn you…I am not that great.” Deepika said and said her byes before walking out of the house and down the street where she lived. She spent the rest of the day doing chores and being the dutiful wife. It wasn’t hectic, nor too boring as she was looking forward to the next day and couldn’t wait.

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Comes next day, she decided to get ready on time and make it to his class. People were entering the house just as she was walking down the street, pacing a bit faster, she made it in time. She was certainly looking forward to how today’s class would go, learning if this was for her or not. She was even dressed casually, nothing too fancy but more on the casual side of things. It was a V-neck top that wasn't low cut but slightly tighter around her torso, tucked into her blue jeans. Though, she looked the same, with none or very minimal makeup. Makeup wasn’t the right term even, just a tab bit of a lip gloss and that’s it, if that is.

 

[dead_niinja]

After she left, he watched her walk to her house for no reason. He just stood there watching the nature around her, the tree on the corner and the birds sitting on the wires. It was winter so the sun was going down fast creating that magical dusk moment. He looked at the reddish sky and wished he was somewhere outside in the wild. He didn't really like to be in a confined place for long. He wanted something to keep feeding his creativity. The class was a start so he'll have to see how it goes.

He packed everything up and took the tube to his small apartment he had rented. It was like a small underground room with a bed and breakfast on the top. He paid a bit of money for that and that was fine. He lay there on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking and occasionally listening to a tube train go by. The line was just two blocks away and he could hear the 'whooosh' of the train. He was used to it. He wasn't a big complainer.

The next day was busy. Before class, he had a lot of activities to do and some paperwork to fill in. He had organised a life guard who was going to come in to teach the basics of first aid to kids so he managed the whole thing. After lunch, it was his class starting at 2 pm to 4. People started to fill the class room as they organised themselves behind their canvases. The hall was capable of more students but he limited the class to 15, now 16 with Deepika. She came, entered the building, bringing with her a fresh scent of fragrance. God, she smelled beautiful. She also had a rather lovely smile on compare to yesterday. One of those good mood smiles. Chris loved that. He smiled often too.

The class today was on the introduction to landscape painting. Yesterday he had explained to them about colours, different types of filters and canvases and today, he was giving them a brief introduction to the subject itself. Then at the end, he drew a cloud on his canvas and told everyone to try it.

"It doesn't matter if you think it is perfect or not, the aim here is to get your fingers acquainted to the feel of the pencils and brushes."

He walked through the class and complimented the work. He walked pass Deepika's and she did a good job. "That is pretty good, I have to say,' he said, genuinely smiling at her.

The class was dismissed and people were leaving. Deepika gathered her stuff in her little purse and smiled at him as he sat there on his stool. There was something different in her compared to yesterday. She was more...open. Her V neck shirt was tight to her breasts and it showed her small waist. "That's a change of dress. Very nice." He said that but really he didn't really know what he felt. Maybe he should just say it like he has always said it. "Though we did talk about colours yesterday. I love to show and draw colours on the wall. It is amazing, isn't it?" He said it in a riddle telling her he preferred her in Asian clothes. He hoped it wasn't offensive because honestly, who was he to tell her what to do?

"How was your class? Did you enjoy it?"

 

[jenwishuknew]

Deepika would walk away in the direction where her home was, giving him the idea as to what part of the town she lived in. Unknowingly, she also allowed him to take notice of her geometry despite her dress being a little open, yet colorful. Matter of fact, it was dusk and it made the picture even more perfect, a slender figure walking away and out of his sight, just like the setting sun. After setting quite an impression on him the first time around and now, walking off into the sunset, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd capture this moment in the back of his mind now, later to be painted on a canvas, only to be revealed to her one day in near future.

The evening was the usual. Her husband nudged her awake when he came back from work, having fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for him. They ate and that was the end of her boring day. At least, the upcoming days seemed promising with her starting a painting class while she continues to keep up with the book club she was also involved in, only meeting once a week though.

Deepika woke up the next day and finished her chores around the house, putting off her plans to go grocery shopping until later after the painting class because she didn't want to go out twice. She figured she'd attend the class, go grocery shopping afterwards and then come home to cook dinner to sum up her day. It sounded like a perfect plan so when it was time for the class, she dressed up accordingly as she wanted to knock out two things in one go. A top and jeans that fit her slender frame perfectly.

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Deepika entered the class and took a spot behind one of the canvases. She sure was a sight, having greeted the hunky Caucasian male, she went about learning to paint. Not only did she smelt great but she also had this smile about her face that was contagious and could be felt I the air around her. She tried to keep up with the class and when he came around to check her work on canvas, she stood with her leg crossed while tucking strands of hair behind he ear and smiled at him hearing his compliment, "You know, you don't have to lie. You can tell me if I did a poor job and was a bad student. But you taught well, the landscape painting." Her hands moved in gestures and he could easily notice the colors on her hand and even a spot or two on her t-shirt because it was white in color.

She may have been holding the brush wrong, maybe almost perfectly but not expertly. Hence, she was participating in this class in hopes to learn and acquire one fourth of the skills this ma is has, the Indian woman already looking up to him for he was her teacher. Needing to hear him compliment her again and reassure her, she asked with with a serious tone, "But seriously, do you think I did a good job on the painting? Decent enough I hope?" her brown orbs gazing up at him eagerly. Whilst they chatted, people were slowly leaving the classroom since the class had been dismissed, but none of them seemed to be in rush to leave.

She then went about gathering her stuff so she can also leave, but seeing him sitting on his stool at he front center of the class and compliment the change of her dress, she couldn't help but move up to him to carry on the conversation. She couldn't help but wonder if he was liking her traditional looks from previous day or of today's, having complimented the change and also mention his liking for colors. And her outfit sure was colorful. His words contradicted one another as he left her in a riddle. Maybe, he could be direct later in their friendship and she may even appreciate it.

When he inquired, her soft smile turned wider, "It was amazing! I certainly learned a lot, even though it's all basic. I was like a child, look at the mess." She held her palms out to show him the mess as she looked at his painting, "See, I would never be able to paint like you. I meant, how do you even do it? You can draw almost anything!" There was a glow about her even though her skin tone was that of caramel, brightening her features and the dimples were cherries on top. She couldn't look more beautiful... Or could she?
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[dead_niinja]

He reassured her and gave her a compliment that she did a very good job. Everyone had left and now only them two were there. He was still sitting on the stool and she was standing. When she showed him her hands full of painting, he shook his head. "You'll get there. And also look at your T shirt. The colour is all over there. Let me get you some water to wash it. Otherwise you'll be rubbing it all day."

He got up and went to the corner to grab a bottle of special liquid mixed with spirit which is used to erase the colours. It was literally water with a low PH. He dabbed a bit of liquid on a cloth and handed it to her so she could wipe it on her T shirt. "Be careful, not too much. You're like a little kid, paint all over you. I think you were excited too much but you did a good job. Once you get a bit good at it, I'll let you draw more stuff."

He was out of words as she pulled her t shirt down to straighten it so she can rub it clean but also her small became even more apparent and he couldn't stop looking at them. "You are gorgeous, did any one tell you that?"

The words just came out. He just blurted them out. Normally he wasn't a shy one but something about her which made his cheeks go slightly red. He had more to say as she looked up, her brown eyes looking at him but he couldn't get his words out.

Instead he took the cloth back and looked at her shirt. She made a worse job than before. "Your husband is not going to be glad about that, right?"

 

[jenwishuknew]

Deepika stood there, chatting with him as they were the only two who were left behind. She wasn't in any rush to get out of there since the next on her to do list was to go grocery shopping. So, it was a big deal even if she was delayed for whatever reasons. Besides, it was still late afternoon so she had plenty of time to get home and cook dinner for her husband.

She pointed her hands out to him on her own and when he pointed at her top, she pulled at the hem of her top and stretched it forward to look at the marks. Her gaze quickly went back up to his as she smiled wide, "I'd make a terrible artist! Thanks..." She said as her eyes trailed his large frame, moving about to grab something to wash her hands with.

Deepika was going to try and wash the paint off before leaving the place, but now, with him trying to help her, she just stood there and accepted the cloth he gave her. She stretched her top again and worked on a few spots that were noticeable. "I'll still have to wash this top once I get home. But thanks, can't go to downtown like this." Her eyes widen for a second, hearing him call her a little kid. "What can I say? I have a bad teacher." She teased back. This was her normal behavior, always in a good mood and seeking happiness in very little things, painting today.

"You let me know when I am ready to go big, okay?" She said in reply to his comment. It was his latter comment that made her blush and looking up at him, she saw him look down at her, admiring her beauty. She couldn't take his pair of eyes on her and she diverted her attention, turning around to rub her hands together and find a place to discard the cloth, "Um I think this...should be good enough." Her back facing him as she took a step away and then turned back around when she felt her flushed face wouldn't be noticed. Of course she knew she was pretty but a not as pretty that this or any Caucasian man would find her to be so gorgeous enough to earn compliment from him.

She still had the cloth in her hand but let him take it away, shrugging her shoulders off, "I doubt he will notice. He usually comes later so by then, I am sure I can take care of this evidence!" She smiled at him, wanting to leave but couldn't quiet feel right. Maybe they can walk back home together or he'd like to accompany her to downtown, to go grocery shopping together. "Anyways, are you still staying back? Have another class or something?" She looked at him and asked as he seemed comfortable being here, as if he had nowhere to be.

 

[dead_niinja]

"Nope, I just need to put a couple of canvases away and that should be me. You going to downtown? I just live around there. I'll go with you. Just give me two minutes."

He tidied everything up for tomorrow evening. This whole room was dedicated to his painting class alone so he didn't need to rearrange the chairs and all that. It only took five minutes and he was ready. "OK, let's go."

They took the tube to downtown. It was packed full of people at this time, a lot of them Asian with their families having a good time. "I really like how close the Asian families are. Like the relationship between the family members are so strong." He admired that aspect of the families. He could see the restaurants filled with families having dinner together and laughing and joking.

The grocery store was here as they walked to it. "It was nice walking with you, Deepika. I hope you have a nice night and please wash the t shirt first thing." He smiled then thought something before adding, "I look forward to what you will wear tomorrow. Take care."

With a warm smile, he left saying goodbyes and namastes. That girl is so sweet, he thought, I haven't met anyone sweeter than her. Back home, in his little bed, he imagined her naked on his bed across to him with her straight back upright, her small boobs jutting her. The image was so strong in his head, he could literally draw it out. He slept thinking about the next day.

Next day, he arrived early to the church. There were no activities. He just felt like coming early and drawing something to get his creativity rolling. Soon the students started rolling in but on his mind was one person. Deepika. She must be walking down.

 

[jenwishuknew]

Deepika nodded with a smile on her face, “Oh? You do? Yeah, I need to get some groceries. Nothing much.” She said standing there, “I always figured you lived around here. But cool. Yeah, we can go together. I will wait for you.”

She stood to the side, getting out of his way while she watched him tidy up everything really quickly. There wasn’t much to do because it was an open space and the chairs were all in proper place. Within minutes, she heard him and that’s when she grabbed her stuff, nothing but a simple wristlet and her phone.

The tube downtown was pretty much the same, crowded with people no matter which time you went during the day. It was full of people with different backgrounds. She hadn’t noticed until he mentioned, turning her head to look at an Asian family, smiling to herself and then with him, “Yeah. I guess it sort of falls into our culture. Back home, all my uncles and aunts, we all live under one roof. Unity…that sort of thing, you don’t find here.”

Their topic of conversation was light and soon, they were standing in front of the grocery store, the place where they’d have to part. “Gee, the ride went by so fast!” She said, a clear sign of enjoying his company. “Yeah, thank you for keeping me company. You have a good night and see you tomorrow.” She said and turned on her heels to enter the store when she heard his parting comment. A comment to which she couldn’t help but only smile softly. It was odd but she could feel her heart racing and all she could do was rush into the store to get away from him noticing her blush.

The whole time she was in the grocery store and on her way back home, she tried to decipher what he told her, as if it was some secret code. She wondered why he’d compliment her like that. One thing was obvious, he was an artist who loved colors. It was then, she couldn’t help but notice his surprise today when he saw her in a modern outfit rather than her traditional one. She mixes and matches, depending on the day and chores at hand. She was going to downtown so she wore what he wore today.

She tried not to think about it too much because it shouldn’t make difference to her, why should it? And why would he look forward to what she’ll wear the next day?

Though, in the morning, she went through two outfits before finalizing on one. It was nothing fancy but a simple looking traditional wear. Speaking of which, she didn’t have many of them because she didn’t bring it with her, assuming she wouldn’t need to wear them every day but on a special occasion when she goes out for some cultural event. That’s why she struggled but ended up picking a peach colored two piece outfit. Having rushed here, she was short of breath a little but made it in time. She wasn’t sure why but she wanted him to see what she wore today. It was his request, wasn’t it? She came about her chair in front of her canvas, waiting for him to come say something or start the class.

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[dead_niinja]

Chris spent the night on his laptop looking up India and the colourful culture it presented. The culture was huge. Hundreds of languages were spoken in that country alone. It had countless temples, gods and goddesses and festivals. It was all about the colours. Especially the holi festival was very interesting.

Then there were the clothes. Different kinds of salwar kameez to skirts to maxis and saris, all colourful and full of designs and the jewellery. His artist mind was blown by the creativity of the place. It was unbelievable. He slept on it all.

The next day as usual he was in the church really early. Father John was ill today so he couldn't make it. He had to do some of his work too. He had to see a couple of people regarding the Sunday sermon. He knew what to do and what to say. Then came the class, he let the class fill up before he turned to face it. He was prepared something to demonstrate. When he turned, he knew what he was looking and finding in his class. Deepika, who sat right at the front today was looking straight at him. A certain kind of approval or seeking of validation was in her eyes. Their eyes met and Chris looked her up and down with her noticing. He nodded and smiled, that smile ssaying a hundred different things. She was wearing this white and peachy salwar kameez with some embroidery at the neck. She had her hair down and at the front, probably not a good sign for something starting to draw on a canvas. He needed, somehow, to get her hair behind her back or have her tie it up in a pony or a bun. She had the most amazing ear rings on matching with her suit. She had light make up on which looked lovely. Suddenly he felt the urge to draw her, right there and then. But first thing was first.

He greeted the class and told them what they were going to do today. To practice the colour white mixed in water on a black paper. He walked to Deepika to check her canvas. She was doing good. He stood there complimenting her lightly then he took her hair from the front and put them on her back slowly then releasing his hand by running his fingers through them. He smiled at her when she looked up. "Keep them tied up and try not to mess your lovely dress today."

He didn't want to spend too much time there so he advanced and continued with the class right till the end. After initial checks he came back to hit seat and started a project himself. After the hour and a half long class was finished, people started leaving and Deepika, as usual, was taking her time. She sat there keeping her self busy while everyone left.

When they were alone, she started to get up but Chris put a hand up. "Stay right where you are. I got you." He had his sleeves up and he was drawing pretty rapid. "Don't you move a bit." He had a commanding but soft voice which made her still. He was trying to draw her sitting there busy on a canvas, a mask of concentration on her cute face. After about ten minutes like this he said, "Come and have a look."

 

[jenwishuknew]

Deepika had little knowledge of his interest for her culture, the colorful and the conserved. No doubt, there were many aspects of the culture that was being forgotten, but at the same time, many people held onto its core values as well. He would learn from his research how lively their culture is opposed to many others, making it the one of the oldest cultures out there.

The next day came fast. As usual, she walked to the front of the class where there was a spot open for her. She would prefer a spot in the back somewhere but she had no other option today. Besides, Chris was a gentleman and she actually enjoyed his company. Deepika curiously looked at him, waiting for him to turn and notice her. She didn’t know why but it was as if she was seeking his approval, especially when he was nobody to her. It only on a note of him complimenting her outfit the day before.

Though, when he actually noticed her, she stole her gaze away to somewhere else and then to her canvas. She looked serene in her peach colored outfit, the calm about her face hid something wild beneath it all, though she was unaware of it. Her gaze hinted at the respect she had for everyone, including him. While his eyes roamed her frame and peachy outfit, she flicked her hair a little, pushing them over her shoulders and to her back. He would notice her fancy earrings, it was just a set that matched with her outfit, making her look even more traditional.

The class started soon and she followed the instructions he was giving to the class. When he came over, giving her a one-on-one attention, she smiled at him, watching him examine her work and seeing the look of compliment on his face, she smiled softly at him as she carried on her work on canvas. What surprised her was how he took her hair from her front, put them over her back, and managed to run his fingers through her silky hair. He’d be able to inhale her peachy scent at the same time. She wondered what he was doing. Though, she chuckled with a nod at him, using a band on her wrist to tie her hair into a loose pony tail so her hair wouldn’t come in her way, preventing her from getting paint all over her.

“Okay?” she said when he told her and stepped away, the smile toned down but still lingered on her face casually. The time went by so fast and she noticed people were filing out of the class. Either they were not as interested as she was OR they were just that past, making her a slow learner. Whichever the case, she thoroughly enjoyed the session and started to wrap her things on her end. Once she had things wrapped up, she motioned to get up from her tall stool only to be prompted by him.

She couldn’t help but give him a confused look, “Umm, but the class is finished.” She said and sat back, “Right?” Watching him roll his sleeves up, she couldn’t help but look at him curiously, noticing his gaze that would look up at her while his hands worked on a canvas. “Um…What are you doing? Are…you? She spoke her hesitation, tilting her head to the side a little, “Are you painting me?” A wave of shyness mixed with excitement was obvious on her pretty face. She sighed at the moment, but at times, she wanted to just walk up to him like a to see how it was coming along. But, she stayed still.

It did make her wonder why he was making a portrait of her. What inspired him and out of these many people, out of many other things that surrounded them, he chose her. The feeling was overwhelming and being put on a spot like this, her heart had been fluttering for the past 15 minutes. She quickly leapt forward when he told her to take a look, rushing towards him and then turning on her heels to stand to the side but in front of him. “Wow…” That was all she could say to his work, “You really are an amazing at this! This took you what? 10 minutes?” She was quiet impressed by him, “Well, thank you for making a wonderful portrait of me.” She stood there now, a little calm in her heart as she stood in awe looking at the painting before looking up at him.

 

[dead_niinja]

"Not ten minutes. I've been working at it ever since you sat at the chair. It's still a job hurried up to my liking. I would prefer a quiet and relaxing environment to draw someone. Well now you know my other hidden talent. I can draw people, particularly women."

He wasn't sure if it was OK to go into such detail. He had left out the really dark secrets that he was once a part of the fetish scene and would draw naked pictures of mistresses and women. He looked at her still looking at the canvas. "I think this needs some more work to be done. Some final touches the borders. I think I'll take it home and bring it tomorrow. If you want to take it home, I can maybe even down size it for you."

He put the canvas away as he started tidying the room up. "Nice choice of dress today. I really like it."

 

[jenwishuknew]

“Still…with all the distractions and in such a short time, you managed to draw this image of me? I still don’t buy it. If I had to guess, I would have said it was a few days of work.” She knew how difficult it was to paint something, let alone that being a person, who’s always moving around and what not. Now, she wasn’t an artist but she knew the struggle, hence she could relate to it.

When he said it was a hurried job, she smiled softly, “Maybe you can continue your work in next session.” Deepika suggested when there were many other options available. Though, she may not be open to others, this one sounded natural for two people were strangers still. She could have offered to stay back now or even go somewhere, maybe even back to his place where he may draw her without any distractions and at ease.

Being confined by her values, she didn’t see or feel his behavior out of place. “No, you don’t need to rush it. Artists are perfectionists, I think. I know how much it is important for them to get it all right. No need to rush. Whenever you are done, we can downsize it.” She said with a soft smile on her face, smiling at him when he started putting things away while complimenting her dress. “You do?” she blushed a little and seeing him look at her, she shy her gaze away, “Well, thank you. And see, I didn’t ruin it today.” She said and held her palms up to show him the little mess she’s made on her hands but nowhere else.

 

[dead_niinja]

He went still and looked at her white palms as she put them up. She was very...open today and smiling and bubbly. Chris liked that. He was an artist. He was like a bird, free from all the barriers and restrictions. He looked at her smile while holding her hands up, her cute little face peeking with a small dimple on her face. Oh God, the angles she gave her, he wanted to draw them all. She was a beauty.

"Well done, I'll tell you what. Why don't you come to my place on Monday, my day off, and I'll draw you like I'm supposed to draw. Perfection with every detail. How does that sound to you?"

There. He said it. He wanted to see her from up close. He wanted to inhale her scent. "Wear the same clothes and come with the same smile." He smiled back, it was borderline flirting. He was having fun.

 

[jenwishuknew]

Deepika couldn’t help but put up her hands for a show, displaying how better she was with the brush today. It was only a short amount of time since she started learning and was picking up well. However, she knew she’d never be as good as him. She was certain of it after seeing her image he had painted on a canvas. Her face lit up as she smiled at him.

She listened to him attentively, “Monday? It’s your day off. I am not sure if you should draw me. There are far better things to draw, I am sure.” She suggested as she wasn’t used to compliment and least of all, knew how to react to them, especially when it came from another man than her own. “I mean, it sounds nice and I’d like to see that picture be finished by you. I guess it would be nice.” She said but the last sentence was what she thinking out loud.

She shrugged her shoulders at him, “Same clothes, I can. Not sure about the smile.” She teased him unknowingly, liking his company and her silly nature was evident around him. She wrapped up her things as she looked at him, “So, you want me to wait for you? Leaving soon?” She asked him, wondering if they ought to walk out together.

 

[dead_niinja]

Chris watched her thinking out loud to herself. She was innocent and sweet. He realised he was pretty much bold in his compliment as she didn't know how to take it. It was good though. He loved it. He wasn't very intimidating, he hoped atleast as he had just invited her to his place on Monday.

"I just live two streets away from where you normally shop. You would have to take the tube, I'm afraid." He told her exactly where he lived and she nodded.

When they talked about her clothes and smile, he was forced to look at her clothes once again. He did so with her looking back at him. He was literally checking her out. "Same clothes, yes and don't worry about the smile. That's on me." He smiled at her, pushing his hair back with his hand. "Yeah, I'm finished here. Let's get out of here."

He locked the front door and they walked out. The sun was setting. In front it was directly in front of them as they walked towards her house which was down the road. "I bet India has lovely sunsets. I love them."

They were walking slowly and chatting. The street was quite. It wasn't the main road. There was a large park on their left which stretched for miles and people were walking, dogs were playing in this beautiful summer late afternoon. The sun shone on her brown skin which made it look beautiful. He couldn't stop but stare at her stunning beauty as they reached her house. "I'll see you tomorrow then," he said with a smile, "at my place. Done?"

 

[jenwishuknew]

Deepika wasn't aware of the vibes she was giving off to him. Having no idea what kind of impressions she was setting on him, his need for her would only grow exponentially every time they meet with each other. Today was no different. The bold compliment had made her blush but it wasn't anything she couldn't survive. She smiled back at him as she thought it was nice to hear such compliments. If it wasn't coming from her husband, she would take it from him, why not!

"Oh? Yeah, the same tube that we took the other day. To the downtown, it wouldn't so bad." She said to him and when he looked at her again, this time, his gaze lingered on her a bit longer. His comment brought a soft smile on her face as he hand moved to run through her silky hair.

She turned around to walk away when he told her he was done here, moving to the exit door to stand outside in the sun that was setting. She waited while he walked out and locked the door, allowing him a pretty view of her back before he'd be able to admire her beauty from the front. He'd find an orangey glow on her dusky toned form, making her look all the more exotic to him. Only if she knew what she did to him, she wouldn't be surprised if he decides to drag her back in and rip her clothes off.

Luckily, they weren't at the point just yet. "Yes it does. Me and my friends specifically climb this hill top to watch the sunsets. When we were kids, obviously." She corrected her claim, considering she's a grown woman now. In her twenties but still. On their way, they carried on casual conversation and she wondered if she should really let him draw her. A voice prompted from withing her, filled with excitement and eagerness to see how such a painting would look like when finished.

If she was going to say no, she'd missed her chance as they reached her house. "Yh...eah. Yeah..." She said and smiled at him, "Have a good rest of the day." She said to him and went about her day. It was nothing unusual. The same as everyday where her husband came late and they ate before going to bed. The rest of next day went by quickly for she had decided to cook an early dinner and to let her husband know she was going to go shopping later that evening.

For some reason, she didn't feel the need to tell him that she was meeting up with someone for a sketch. He wouldn't care either. Besides, she was going to go shopping first and then to his place. As usual, when going downtown, she usually likes to put on western outfit but she didn't want the hassle change it back and forth. Having bought a few grocery items, she went up to his place, knocking on the door as she waited patiently in the same outfit she'd worn once before. As per his request.

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[dead_niinja]

Chris opened the door. He was wearing a white t shirt with black jeans and a small locket was dangling from his neck. His long hair were tied in a pony tail on his back as he smiled at Deepika who was standing in that beautiful off white dress she wore the other day. She had a white plastic bag with her shopping in it, he supposed.

"Come in, come in. You can put that bag there, it's fine," he said as he let her in his apartment. It was a very small apartment with one small kitchen, a living room and a bedroom. In the corner of the bedroom he had all his drawing apparatus. "I'm sorry for the mess here."

It was a bit messy but not dirty. If he re arranged some bits and pieces to their places then the place would look much better. He took her to the living room and offered her a seat. "So, here you're talking to me as a friend so no student stuff here." He smiled then got up to take a chilled bottle of white wine out. He had put it there before her arrival. The setting sun shone from his windows inside his living room.

He waved the bottle of wine. "I have no idea what you liked to drink so I went with my instinct. Sunny afternoon requires a white wine. I just wished I had a back garden when we sat and relax."

He sat down and poured two glasses of wine. He took a sip of the citrus and apple wine then looked at her. "So tell me something new about yourself," he said starting a conversation.

 

[jenwishuknew]

The man seemed to stand tall even without his shoes on, watching him with his t-shirt and jeans on as she noticed his hair done into a pony tail. She smiled at him in turn, feeling a bit odd to be showing up in front of him in the same dress for him so he can finish the painting. What she had to gain from this? Even she wasn’t sure of it. She just liked the feeling that he deemed her important enough to actually make a portrait of her. Besides, she wanted to see the end product.

“Right….and thank you, for having me over,” Deepika spoke in her soft tone of voice, putting aside her grocery bag before she entered further into his apartment. It was decent size for a single man and single he was, she’d expected from the way he carried himself. She just had a feeling. Not that she gave it any thought. She dismissed his comment with a wave of her hands, “Oh, don’t worry about it. I tend to leave my place a bit in a mess when I am feeling lazy.” She smiled as her eyes looked around his place.

Her heels clicked against her floor as she made her way to the couch where she sat down and watched him point to a bottle of wine. “Oh…I don’t…drink.” She said to him, shrugging her shoulders. It was not only for religious purpose but also personal preference. Though, she did drink once and that was during the wedding reception ceremony of her marriage, one that was kept in the UK after her arrival. It was just a small gathering involving her husband’s friends and family, mostly all who couldn’t make it to their marriage.

“Ehh, since you poured it, I will take it.” She smiled and waved him over, shrugging her shoulders at him and nodded, “Friend it is. No student teacher. I can get used to the former.” She said as she did feel this sense of security around him. When he encouraged her to talk about herself, her eyes widen to have put on the spot, “Ummm, I hate UK?” She pouted shyly and added, “I don’t know. I mean, I tell myself that things will get better once I get used to living here. I just get bored at home. I need something to keep myself busy. That’s why I joined the painting class and also trying out other things. I don’t know what else to tell you…you go first. I will tell you something new about myself after you. If I do find something about me worth telling.” She took a sip from her glass of wine as an excuse to busy herself and to force him to take the stage for now.

 

[dead_niinja]

Chris sipped his wine as he looked at Deepika sitting beside him on the sofa. She had taken her heels off and was sitting comfortably. Chris himself was sitting on his leg and the other leg was out. He was facing Deepika with on arm on the sofa. He listened to her speak about what she liked and didn't like. Then she asked him.

"Me? I'm not a city person at all. I get bored too so that's why I started the painting classes. I have travelled most of America but London is more like my city. So that's why I've settled here."

He had a casual conversation with her about all kinda of stuff. They sat there and talked for like an hour. During this time, they had physically came close to each other. Chris didn't know if he went closer or she came closer, but the space between them was certainly vanished.

"Let me show you my painting area in my bedroom. Let me paint you," he said in a seductive whisper. It wasn't his intention but it came out this way. His eyes were on her lips as he spoke.

 

[jenwishuknew]

The woman knew that this might take a while so she decided to get comfortable by removing her heels and casually sipped on her glass of wine. She’d expected for it to have a solid taste, something that would burn her throat. She didn’t know any better and when she did find out how smooth it went down her pipe, she sipped on it some more. “Not bad…” she said and put the glass on the table that was in front of her.

With him sitting facing her, he demanded her attention as he spoke at him. “So, you’ve travelled a lot, it seems.” She acknowledged him with a nod and a soft smile, “And, we’re good to have you here. At least, we have someone who likes teaching arts.”

Time seemed to move fast when with him, talking for almost an hour, she barely recognized the space between them had been obliterated as he slowly advanced towards her. In this manner, she wouldn’t even know it, making this all a harmless banter. “Sure! I was wondering when that was going to happen!” She said with excitement when he told her about his bedroom and that he wants to paint her. That’s why she was here after all. The whisper was soft but it continued to ring in her ears as she stood again and readied herself to follow him into his bedroom. The proximity was addicting, liking the attention he was giving her but like naïve child, she failed to make it into anything. At least, not yet.

 

[dead_niinja]

Chris had painted countless naked ladies but it was all for money, lust and show off. They didn't appreciate art. They didn't deserve it. Buy instead he got into the politics of those mistresses as they used him for they own good. Now here was a girl who was genuinely interested in art. And for this, he didn't want her to strip her clothes off. Those clothes made her whole and he was happy to paint her. This felt erotic somehow.

Grabbing her hand and a glass of wine in one hand, he took her to the next room which was his bedroom. Both were barefoot as they entered his semi dark room. The blinds were done and there was mess everywhere. Covers of dvds, some books on painting and other interests, some music vinyls. It was a mess of an artist. He opened the blind to let the afternoon sunlight it. It made the room orangey bright. He pointed at one corner where he had a medium canvas ready with some painting apparatus.

"There we are. Now I want you to get comfortable wherever you want to be." He thought for a second. "Depends how you want it, laying down or sitting in a chair. I think we could use the orange light of the sunset if you sit on the bed."

The bed was directly in front of the window and this way her figure blocked the sunlight, diverting it to either side. "Perfect. I love that pose." She sat on the bed with her legs down. "You can raise your left leg and hold it with your hands and look at me. Look at me like you want to seduce me."