MY INDIAN WIFE
Christian stopped by Ana’s workspace, who was busy arranging her table.
“Ana,” Christian called, and she startled, looking at him.
“Y-yes sir,” She stammered.
“In my cabin, right now.” He said in his domineering voice and left for his cabin.
Ana quickly stood up and found all the eyes pinned to the closed cabin. “Hey, guys!!! Back to work right now.” She mouthed, glaring at them, and composed herself to face her ruthless boss again. She knocked at his cabin and heard a faint voice inviting her inside.