"Are you sure we really want to go in?" Mrs. Indubala Devi took a last hesitant glance at her husband Mr. Sarath. They were standing before the clinic where the board read, "Dr. Veena Singh (M.D.) sex therapist".
"It will be fine, Indu.. Don't be so worked up". Sarath placed an assuring hand on his wife's shoulder & squeezed gently. His voice was calm, but Indu could feel that he was assuring himself as well when he spoke.
Mr. Sarath(32) & Mrs. Indubala(30) had been married for about 2 years now. It was an arranged marriage, but they had developed understanding and feelings for each other with time. Love had started to blossom, but they realised that it was not in full bloom yet. At first, they thought it was the work stress of Mr. Sarath's office or the sweet conservative nature of Mrs. Indubala, that kept their feelings restricted. But overtime, they realised that they still were lacking that 'actual spice' in their life. Hence, therapy.
Mrs. Indubala was yet hesitant about having one, unsure if it was wise to disclose their personal love life to Someone unknown, & once they stepped in she realised why it was clearly not a good idea.
Sitting on the other side of the oak table was Dr. Veena Singh. From her appearance she looked merely in her mid 20's, dressed in a professional button-down shirt that struggled to keep in her generous assets inside, under an umber blazer. Her lab coat hung slack behind her on the chair, just in case she needed it. Her obsidian black skirt reached just down to her knees, giving a good view of her tanned shaped legs that rested in a crossed manner.
Indu took a quick cautious glance at her husband. For she started feeling insecure already.
"Mr. Sarath & Mrs. Indubala, I have been expecting you. Please, come in". Dr. Veena reached ahead & extended an arm at Sarath, to which Indu gulped. With the motion, the doctor's upper body had stretched on the table, & a few strands of her black hair fell down the sides of her oval face. It was not like Dr. Veena was a breathtaking beauty. But the confidence, & the charisma that she carried in her image, definitely made her stunning. Indu couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
After the handshake & introduction, the couple sat facing the doctor. They discussed their married life & the problem they had been facing.
"Mr. Sarath, I think you two should try & get to know each other some more. Try getting a little more creative. As you know, my field deals with the positions & stories & plays. You know, ways to keep the couples engaged".
"Yes, Doctor. I too think we are missing a certain spice that is stopping us from getting closer". Sarath leant ahead to support her point.
Indu was silent in most of the conversation. She could clearly see that he was slowly opening up too much with the young damsel. And to add to her fear, the doctor too seemed getting a bit too friendly with him. Mr. Sarath wasn't that bad for his age. His hair had started getting a little bit of grey at the whiskers, but other than that he was still lean & fit. In addition, he had an amicable nature that got him a healthy friend circle. Not that Indu feared it, for it was mostly his office colleagues. But here, it seemed different.
After jotting down a few notes, Dr. Veena rose from her seat & pointed at the bed. "I need to get a few check ups before I can proceed further. Mr. Sarath, if you please…"
Sarath eagerly got up & took his position on the bed, & the doctor pulled the curtains. Indu felt repulsed. She couldn't fathom what might be going on behind the screens. After about ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Indu, Sarath came out with a serene satisfied face.
Next, it was Indu's turn. She meekly laid down on the bed, looking up at the doctor who took her wrist in hand & was checking her pulse. The doctor's eyes were on the watch, while the index & middle fingers pressed against Indu's radial prominence.
Once she took the pulse, Dr. Veena proceeded for further examinations. She placed a hand on Indu's abdomen, and started palpating. Her fingers were gentle, firm. And the way she deftly ran her fingers over & around the sensuous spots of Indu, she couldn't help but sigh in pleasure..
It was clear to Indu that Sarath wasn't over his last therapy session just yet, even after a few days had elapsed. He didn't mention it clear, but he was enthusiastic about every position that Dr. Veena had prescripted. "Oh come now!" He would often whine whenever Indu said that one therapy was enough. "She is yet to prescribe more on her next appointment". The childlike twinkle in his eyes would haunt Indu.
About a week and a half later a message buzzed in Indu's phone. It was from Dr. Veena:
" You have an appointment scheduled tomorrow at 5. Please be in my cabin".
Indu felt as if her heart skipped a beat. This meant Sarath would meet her again. And the way he was smitten with her…
Indu sat down pondering what to do. Tell Sarath? He must have received the message by now. Postpone the session? But that would just make Sarath sad. What could she do..?
Finally, Indu decided that she would go. And this time, she wanted to prove Sarath in front of the doctor that she was in no way less than her.
Indubala stood before the mirror, checking herself after a while. She stood 5'06", pretty much average height. She didn't have a tanned lythe body like the doctor, but she was pretty in her own ways. Her regulated diets & light houseworks kept her in pretty good shape. She liked wearing her saree low, with scant jewelry so that her beautiful curves never lacked the glory. Her hair cascaded down to her waist, in rolling waves. All she lacked was a slight dash of makeup.
So, the next day as she was getting ready, she received a message from Sarath. At first, she was unsure what she read. "Will be late getting out of the office today. Take care.
-Love, Sarath"
Was he really so busy that he was skipping the therapy he was waiting so long? Or was it that he was trying to keep her at home so that he could go meet Dr. Veena by himself?
Indu was furious. She decided to go confront that doctor, & Sarath if he was there too.
When Indu reached the cabin there was only Dr. Veena seated in her chair. No other client, not even the receptionist. Just the doctor, & Indu.
"Mrs. Indubala, do come in. I was expecting you". Dr. Veena's voice was calm, but with a mix of authority. At first Indu was taken aback, but soon she tried recovering & stormed ahead. "Where is Sarath?!"
"Mr. Sarath? Wasn't he supposed to be coming?" There was a surprise in Dr. Veena's face, but Indu could clearly see that she was just pretending. And not even trying at it.
"Don't try to act smart Dr. Veena. I know you called him over & pretend I wouldn't know!" Indu was slowly losing her calm.
At this, Dr. Veena started laughing. Her laugh started with a small chuckle, but it started getting louder. So intense that her body was shaking. She clearly was getting a good kick out of Indu's frustration. "My my, Mrs. Indu. You really can joke well. But sad to say, I did not summon Mr. Sarath. This session was for you. He doesn't even know you are here for therapy". Dr. Veena leant ahead, her eyes fixed into Indu's.
Indu was shocked. What was going on in this psychologist's head? Hadn't she sent a message to both? But then she realised that she had never even checked Sarath's phone. She just assumed that he had received a message.
Terrified, Indu turned back quickly & tried rushing towards the door. But she realised how much age had slowed her down. Before she could go five steps, she felt a pair of strong feminine hands grab her from behind. Before she could call out for help, a hand covered her face & muffled her scream. Try as she struggled, Indu was no match for the doctor.
"The message will be deleted by the time we are done.." The doctor hissed seductively on Indu's ears. "You simply came on your own will to meet me, and tried getting into an argument. No evidence will be left that you were called here.
Now.. Shall we go for a new position as a part of our therapy session? Hmm?"