Inside the doctor's chamber,
The doctor was still burning with fury. Twice now Rohit had humiliated him. The first time, perhaps, could be excused, as he was defintely in the wrong. But this time, while doing his job, Rohit had not only strangled him in front of others but also threatened him with that damned blackmail video.
Earlier, he had felt cornered. But with the victim girl resigning, there was no longer a reason to fear Rohit. And now, with the police circling the Singhania family for shadowed reasons, he felt more emboldened.
How dare a mere boy, not even out of his teens, treat him like this? Belittling him just because of money? The thought festered, and his anger hardened into resolve. This time, he would not let the opportunity slip.
That's why he had called Rohit's mother. If he couldn't trap the boy directly, he would dig through her—find something, anything, he could twist to his advantage.
Now, Mrs. Ragini Singhania sat across from him, looking pale, nervous, and far too vulnerable. A perfect time to slip the hook in.
He slid a glass of mineral water toward her with practiced sympathy. "You seem much worried. Please, have this. The discussions we'll have may run deep."
Ragini accepted, draining it in one go. She had her own questions, but hesitation held her back. Still, since he had opened the subject, she decided to at least hear him out. "Thank you. I'm alright now. So… what do you want to say?"
In the meantime, the doctor quietly switched on his phone camera and placed it on the side drawer, angling it subtly to capture Ragini's face. He hit the record button.
The whole setup was made to look as though he were simply searching for something, and he was satisfied to see that Ragini wasn't paying attention to his hands. With that, he brought out his tablet.
Leaning back with a thin smile, he spoke in his most professional tone, "Mrs. Singhania, I wouldn't judge without understanding. But if I'm not mistaken, you must have seen how violent he's become. Or… was he like this even before?"
Ragini's shoulders stiffened. Last night's haunting memory flashed again, tightening her chest.
She shook her head slowly. "No. Before the accident, he was different. Completely opposite, in fact.
But afterward… he changed. He is recalling things slowly as time passes, so we tried to ignore it. However, last night…" She trailed off, uncertain if she should reveal more.
The doctor leaned forward with keen eyes. "See, Mrs. Singhania, I know something happened last night. More than what little we already know. Keeping it hidden won't help him. Please…"
Ragini lowered her gaze. Her lips parted but she remained silent in conflict.
The doctor sighed, shifting tone. He gently placed his hand on hers. "It's alright. We can discuss other matters. The one relating to… his needs."
Ragini nodded, and the doctor noted that she didn't react when he placed his hand over hers. It was a clear sign—she trusted him and was open to discussing the matter.
He withdrew his hand, adopting a worried look. "So I assume… you've found someone to help him?"
Ragini gave a small nod. "Yes. Someone close. As you advised, to avoid emotional setbacks."
Internally, the doctor cursed. Damn. Did that brat manage to get hold of his girlfriend?
Outwardly, he nodded with calm. "That is a good sign. How far has it gone?"
Ragini hesitated as her cheeks tinged pink. "He seems… normal. In fact, he shows a lot of interest. I never knew he had that side. He cares for his partner's needs. In… simulation, he is very active, sometimes even dominant."
The doctor's jaw tightened in irritation. He forced a professional voice. "Too vague, Mrs. Singhania. I need clarity. How did his body respond? Did he feel pleasure? Was he able to maintain erection? And most importantly—how fast could he recover for a second attempt?"
Her face flushed crimson at the blunt questions, but she answered carefully. "Yes. He felt good. Overexcited, actually, when he released. And…"
she gestured nervously with her hands, "…he was very big, hard like stone."
The doctor nearly grimaced. 'Exaggerated nonsense. Six inches is normal. What is he, a horse?'
His envy boiled under his skin, but he pressed on. "And the timing? The second time?"
Ragini's worry deepened. "The first time… it took him over two hours, though there were emotional complications. The next day, he grew excited several times. Since you'd told me as long as he could get aroused with emotion it was fine, I didn't continue for… completion. Doctor, is the second time necessary? Will he be alright?"
The doctor blinked. 'Two hours to release?' But then he caught her tone. 'Wait a minute… why is she talking like she witnessed it firsthand? Or rather… like she did it herself?'
Carefully, he asked, "We are talking about the hired girl, correct?"
Ragini suddenly got flustered. Her face turned red as she realized the slip-up she was about to commit if not for being overly worried about Rohit.
She nodded with her blushed face. "Yes, correct?"
The doctor felt amused by her reaction. He knew where it was going and pressed further. "Also, was she married? I mean, is she Rohit's peer or older than him? Because I need to understand what emotional complications he might have felt, as you mentioned earlier."
Ragini bit her lip in embarrassment. "She is a woman, but doctor, please don't ask more. It was very hard to get her to agree on this matter, and since she's a close one, this is too sensitive…" Her last statement carried a sharp authority.
The doctor nodded, but internally he smirked. Good, so my doubts were right. It was you, Mrs. Singhania—Rohit's secret lover, giving him those handjobs with pure affection. What a twisted mother-son love story. I wonder if he's adopted… or blood? Very interesting.
He pressed on again. "Are you sure, Mrs. Singhania, that the woman you hired is giving you proper details? Because sometimes what we hear from others might be misleading."
Ragini calmed a little, thinking the doctor was off-track now, and replied with careful thought to fix her earlier mistake. "The person I hired is very trusted. You can take my words as they are."
The doctor hummed in understanding. "Well then, congratulations. It seems the thing we were worried about is not happening anymore. He's getting proper arousal without emotional trauma, and he's even excited again after ejaculations. That shows progress."
Ragini's face lit up with joy. "It means… Rohit is alright?"
But the doctor's next statement fell like a hammer. "I'm afraid not. He still has other problems. A normal human male ejaculates within thirty minutes at most. Only if someone takes strong sedatives can they last that long."
His smirk remained obvious, "That's why I asked you earlier, madam, if you were sure you heard the details right—or if she did a poor job handling him. Or worse… slipping drugs to Rohit secretly to prolong the pleasure."
Ragini's face soured, her anger flaring at the indirect accusation. Her gaze hardened. "Doctor, don't forget with whom you are talking."
The doctor smirked. "Relax, Mrs. Singhania. We are both on the same boat, doing our best to treat him." He showed her the tablet. "Please have a look at this one."
Ragini checked the screen. It showed search results for 'anejaculation', stating exactly what the doctor claimed. She gasped as she read further—reasons varying from medical issues to psychological, with side effects affecting not only health but also mood swings that could turn violent. There were exceptions through breathing tricks, but Rohit seemed too innocent for that in her eyes.
She asked worriedly, "Is my Rohit going through this? How can it be treated?"
The doctor was satisfied with her expression. Crossing his arms, he said, "See, we are on the same team."
He stood up, went near Ragini, and kept his hand on her shoulder for a while. "There is nothing to fear, as long as we make an accurate diagnosis. It can be cured. But you must follow my instructions."
Ragini felt conflicted but nodded.
The doctor was surprised again at how this fiery woman turned docile when it came to her son. She didn't even react to his hand on her shoulder. Surely, the waters ran deep.. perfect for pushing further.
He returned to his chair and said, "Before that, I'd like to know—how forward has the relationship improved with Rohit? I mean, the level of stimulation with that woman, if you understand me, Mrs. Singhania."
Ragini understood what he was implying. She said hesitantly, "So far… only outer stimulation."
The doctor exaggerated a sigh, visibly disappointed. "We need to push for more. The task requires draining him faster. But the diagnosis will be tough, because human tendency is to feel less excited with the same level of intimacy. Usual stimulation won't be enough for continuous release. The scale needs to increase."
Ragini's jaw dropped. "So you're saying… even penetration?"
The doctor shook his head. "No. Not direct penetration. That's not allowed in medical advice and would be too immoral. But as a doctor, I will advise at least reaching that point—or even oral. Since we're trying unconventional means, the steps must escalate... or we can go through normal surgical procedures but it might turn disturbing.."
Ragini frowned. For a moment she doubted the doctor, but his reasoning made sense. After all, if conventional means worked, she wouldn't have agreed to the handjob in the first place. The best part was—the doctor didn't realize it was her, and her secret was still safe.
With a professional tone, the doctor continued as he took back the tablet. "I know it's a hard decision. I don't know how you'll manage it, Mrs. Singhania—spend more money, or get him a girlfriend. Of course, things can be delayed, as many don't realize it immediately, but it will get complicated in the future. If we hurry up, we might cure him in the process."
He typed something on the screen and handed it back to her. "Many medical experiments have shown this earlier."
Ragini took the tablet. Her eyes were on the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. She liked Rohit—more than she wanted to admit. After everything that had happened, she could feel his love for her, deeply and romantically. But her conscience still held her back.
She often asked herself how it would all end. Would he lose interest and move on to other girls? And what if someone found out about their illicit relationship—would anyone ever accept it?
She could feel her heart had already accepted him, and that terrified her. She was addicted to his assertive closeness, and she knew that crossing the final line would become a point of no return.
The doctor jolted her from her thoughts with his next words. "Are you thinking of ethics? See, Mrs. Ragini, we use surrogate procedures to place another man's semen in a woman's womb to bypass maternal complications. Times are not like before. All that matters is curing him and—"
Ragini cut him off, her voice sharp with determination. "I will do it."
The doctor frowned. "What?"
Ragini looked directly into his eyes. "I will find the girl who will do it—no matter the cost. Tell me the details. What scale of observation is needed?.. for daignosis and treatment."
The doctor nodded in satisfaction and explained the requirements. He also added a clause: Rohit must be brought in this weekend for a minor checkup and consultation.
With that, Ragini left. The doctor ended the recording on his phone.
"No proof yet," he muttered. "But just wait, Mrs. Singhania. The closer you get to him, the easier it will be to trap you both. Then you'll be mine — and I'll enjoy every damned second of it in front of your bastard lover."
Recalling her curvaceous figure and captivating beauty, he imagined her perfect lips working on his black shaft, and her eyes watering with the effort and shame, that painted her lush cheeks hollowing out on each stroke.
What a sight, he thought, and a small, filthy smile creased his face. Damn , I am fucking genius.
He leaned back on chair with a low whisper, "Now do you job kid. Don't chicken out now, when the field is all set."