Meanwhile...
As Ragini walked toward Rohit's private wing, her mind was a mess of thoughts.
Emotions churned within her, but she quickly locked them away. This wasn't about feelings—this was an assignment. Her task was clear: to find someone Rohit felt more comfortable with.
Yes, she had money. And so far, money had helped her navigate through many difficult situations. But deep down, she knew—this one might not be so simple.
Just as she reached the door, she heard voices inside.
"See, I really like how you're built—not in an inappropriate way, but, like, martial. You've got great posture, and your waist? Clearly the result of discipline and effort."
There was a light giggle, unmistakably female.
"Young master, are you flirting with me?"
"No, no, Ms. Chanu. I just meant—I'd like your help training. Whatever happened to me could happen again. I want to be ready next time."
"There are professionals who could help too, you know. You might feel less awkward with someone else."
"Maybe. Maybe not. But let's give it a shot for a week. If it doesn't work, we can figure out something else."
Ragini froze.
Her jaw tightened as she absorbed every word. This—this was the gap she hadn't accounted for. The variable that could topple everything. Diagnosis, treatment, care—it had to be flawless. And only she could ensure that.
A brute like Chanu? Her refined, sensitive son, manhandled by a rough-cut trainer? Unthinkable. The image alone made her stomach turn.
No, she told herself. This can't be left to someone like Chanu. No matter how skilled, she's not fit to handle a Singhania. Not this one. Not my Rohit.
Without knocking, Ragini stepped inside, cutting the conversation short. Her tone was sharp, commanding:
"I want some time alone with my son," she said coldly, not even glancing at Chanu. "Make sure no one interrupts us."
Rohit straightened up, surprised but not displeased.
"Sorry, Mom. I went to the bathroom and then got a call…"
She walked toward him, eyes fixed, interrupting:
"How comfortable do you feel around me?"
Rohit blinked. "What type of question is that?" he asked casually. "Why would I be hugging you if I weren't comfortable?"
She looked him in the eyes and replied, "Is that so? I met the doctor—I know your condition. Why are you lying?"
Rohit fell silent. He simply stared at her, then lowered his head.
She knew it. Even if he had lost his memories, by instinct, he was still the same Rohit she had raised—shy and obedient.
A warm sense of pride filled her heart… but it was soon replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility.
he instructed firmly, "If you trust me, lie down. I need to check something."
Rohit hesitated as he lay down. "But, Mom—"
She raised a finger to silence him. "Shh. Don't call me Mom right now. Think of me as a nurse doing her job. Not a word."
Rohit stayed quiet but kept glaring at her.
She pulled back the sheets and paused, noticing a bulge already forming in his pants. Mentally, she hoped it was the second condition—otherwise, there wouldn't be any reaction at all. A faint smirk played across her lips.
She removed her pants and was instantly shocked. 'It's so big!'
Ragini was clearly startled by the size. Even her husband's size was one inch less than hers. She soon felt guilty for comparing it with someone else, no less her adopted son. However, she remained calm and composed.
She touched his thing in her hands. Its veins were almost visibly popping.
She gave it a small rub as the foreskin opened up, exposing the tip. It was pink and clean. She wondered at the size; what kind of beast it was; if it penetrated, then how far it would reach.
However, her thoughts were shattered by Rohit's sudden groan.
She turned to look at him and saw him hiding his face, avoiding her gaze.
A wave of shame washed over her. How could she even entertain such thoughts about someone she had raised herself? This wasn't desire—it was a responsibility, one she had nearly forgotten.'
She gave the skin a slight rub and tried her best to stretch it all the way down to the base, then made it rise back up—making sure the whole process was done gently.
Slowly, slowly, she sped up the motion and felt the warm response growing along his length.
Inside, she felt a bit relieved, as if this meant the second condition was being met. But deep down, she sensed a hidden tingling sensation in her lower body, which she forcefully suppressed.
Rohit, on the other hand, was on the verge of laughing out loud. He couldn't believe his scheme of poaching the doctor to convince her mother for jerking off would actually work.
The reason he hid his face was to hide the excitement of pleasure he got from her hands. while he could keep staring at her beautiful face from the corners of his fingers.
Her hands were so soft and gentle that if he weren't careful, then he might orgasm on the spot on her hands, and that would backfire.
Then as the speed increased and he saw her beautiful face, something stirred inside his heart. He deep down wanted this woman for himself now; it was no longer just a part of revenge. He blurted out, "I love it."
Ragini's hands paused for a while but soon resumed and again increased the speed
Her hands were moving so fast that her breasts started shaking and bouncing inside her blowse.
He felt the sudden urge to touch that he could not contain himself and reached out to her.
"Ah, please let me touch it," he said, as adjusted her saree and grabbed it while giving it a gentle squeeze.
He found it firm and soft, almost squishy. It was so big that he couldn't fully grasp it with one hand.
Thanks to that, he felt an electric sensation ripple down to his core in an instant, and fortuntately, she didnt reacted to it yet.
This confirmed his intuition of her acceptance, and he openly groaned throughout the process.
"Aah! Tsss! Urgh!"
His one hand was on his face while his another hand was on squeezing her supple breasts. All the while, her hands continued gently massaging him.
It was like a dream come true for him, for all the porn scenes he had seen in his last life. "Ah! I love it.. Mom!"
Suddenly, he was abruptly yanked up and slapped across the face.
He instantly felt furious, but his anger faded as he saw Ragini shedding a tear.
All his excitement vanished. He was left speechless and a little guilty.
Ragini noticed his penis shrink to a semi-hard state. Being an experienced woman, she knew what that meant.
She calmed herself and removed her hands as she instructed him, "We'll be leaving for home now. This hospital is not a suitable place for treatment."
She barged out without waiting for a reply.
Rohit rubbed his cheek, confused.
He thought she had been enjoying it—so what was the slap for? Was it because he added the stupid surname, 'mom'? That made sense. She had clearly warned him about that before.
He sighed, regretting that he got carried away with the roleplay, and corrected his pants.
"What a fiery woman," he muttered. "I think we'll have to talk it out."