*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST
This is a story set in the India. It involves nonconsensual activities and power inequality. As such, racism, abuse and rape are part of the story. If you are not comfortable with these topics, I urge you NOT to read on. Thank you. Please note: all characters are over the age of legal consent.
This is a part of the Robert Hamilton expat series. I will not recap previous chapters in the current chapter. So, for this story to make the most sense, please review prior chapters.
In India, time plays tricks on you. The days flew by much as they had when Robert Hamilton had first come to the country on his expat assignment for mega corp. The untimely death of his poor old cook Sunil was both a blessing and a curse to young Robert. It was a blessing in that he now had his housekeeper Piya alone (and she could cook too!) – and he was saving a ton of money from his monthly stipend. It was a curse because the pesky police officer would come by the home every few days and inquire if Robert intended to throw the lowly Piya out on the street where she deserved to be. Robert had no such attention.
One day, Robert had a bit of a headache and returned home early. His house was eerily quiet when he entered. He called for Piya, but she did not answer. He searched the house, but she was gone. Robert became worried if she had robbed him. He checked a few of his valuables, but everything was in place. On his desk in his home office was about 4,000 rupees in cash (~$75), exactly what he'd left there. He figured if Piya had robbed him, she'd definitely taken the rupees.
With his head still pounding, he laid down to rest.
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Piya returned from the market with fresh vegetables and cow meat. Piya was a Buddhist, not a Hindu, but she still respected the cow – and strictly observed her vegetarian diet. She had heard that Western men liked the cow meat – and enjoyed it fried in a pan and then stuck between bread. She had no idea if Robert liked this food, but she was trying.
After doing some cleaning, she slid away into Robert's office. She had watched him on the computer that night he played porn. Sometimes he would leave it up on the screen and she could see it. Today, she was in luck. There, on the screen, was a movie of a white man fucking an Indian woman in a sari. Piya was enthralled. She studied the video. She saw how the woman moved, what position she put her body in to invite the man. Piya vowed if she had the chance, she would do this – anything to keep Robert happy. If Robert was happy, he would not get rid of her.
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In the evening, Piya began preparations for dinner. She made a small aloo gobi for herself that she could eat in the kitchen. And she layed out the supplies she would need for the cow patty for Robert.
When it was ready, she want up to his room. He snored softly from inside. Piya knocked and could hear the sheets rubbing against each other. Robert opened the door and looked like he'd been run over by a car. Piya stood looking at him.
"What?" he said rather shortly to her, but she didn't understand his words. Piya lightly tapped the watch on his wrist.
"Ah, right. I'm coming." He turned into the room and put on a few clothes, while Piya went downstairs to fix his meal.
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Downstairs, Robert waited in the dining room for his meal. He could hear Piya talking loudly to herself in the kitchen and what heard like some kind of prayer wail. The smells were delightful, but he couldn't quite place it.