The Situation turns worse, or does it?

I knew I was trapped. Praying to all the gods that I knew I carefully took the dress from his hands and went to the trial room to change. As soon as I slipped into the dress, my face flushed with embarrassment. It was the shortest dress I had ever worn, barely grazing my thighs. I felt exposed and self-conscious, wondering if I could actually go out in public wearing something so revealing. Twirling in front of the mirror only heightened my unease, as I realized just how much skin was on display. Despite its allure, I couldn't shake the feeling of being overly exposed.

Now I had to make a quick decision, whether to go out and expose my revealing dress in public or to take a risk and just call Raghav Ji inside the trial room and be done with it.

After some considerations I decided to take my chances with Raghav Ji.

I took a deep breath and called out to Raghav Ji, "I have changed into the dress you wanted. Can you come inside for one moment?"

Moments later, Raghav Ji entered the fitting room, his eyes greedily devouring my figure. "Perfect," he breathed, a wolfish glint in his eyes. My stomach twisted as he came close. I took a step back, pressed against the mirrored wall of the tiny room.

"Raghav Ji, I think this dress looks lovely, don't you?" I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I think your wife will love it."

"Yes Bhabhi Ji you were right. This dress would absolutely suit my wife."

His voice no longer sounded polite but laced with desire. “But before we can finalize this, I need to make sure that she would like this dress. Can you please pose for some photos."

I felt cornered. I knew where this was heading but I had to go through it for my husband's sake. I struck a few poses as he clicked pictures of me from different angles. I didn't know why but I was getting turned on throughout the ordeal. I felt like a fashion model in a photo shoot. So when he asked me to make a sexy pose I decided to give it my all.

The straps of my dress were already loose. So when I made the pose it felt as if my dress is slipping off. Raghav Ji came close to me holding his phone. Instead of helping pull up the dress he continued clicking photos. I could see something poking out of his pants.

A rush of excitement started flowing through my nether regions. At the moment I was not Anjali, a faithful wife to my husband, but a woman who wanted to be admired. I stood up only in my undergarments (at the time I did not realize that my dress had already fallen off) and tried to make a sexy pose.

I could see the desire in his eyes. I stopped and considered the situation carefully. While part of me was drawn in by the excitement, I knew this was not right. I am a married woman and need to uphold my vows. Gently I said, "Raghav ji, I think we got carried away. Let's end this here - my husband is expecting me home soon." I put my dress back on quickly.

I smiled awkwardly as I put my dress back on, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I murmured. "Let's just forget this happened."

Raghav Ji instead of replying was busy on the phone. Suddenly he turned towards me and smirked, "My wife has seen your photos and she is loving them. She wants to meet you. She has invited you to her birthday party. I have already informed your husband."

I froze, stunned into silence as Raghav Ji's words sank in. His wife had seen those revealing photos? And now wanted to meet me? My mind raced, wondering frantically how to get out of this predicament with my dignity and marriage intact.

"Raghav Ji..." I began hesitantly. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Those photos were just a silly mistake, and I wouldn't want your wife to get the wrong impression."

He waved his hand dismissively. "Nonsense, Bhabhi ji she already adores you! Don't worry yourself, this will be fun." His grin made me increasingly uneasy.