A week has passed since the last encounter. Saira is still upset about last week’s event, but she cannot blame herself or Sagar. Meanwhile, Sagar also stopped visiting her.<\/p>\n
At last, he came. They didn\u2019t talk for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry about last week, I was excited, and it happened in a spurn of the moment,\u201d Sagar says.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s ok, Sagar. I am sorry, too,\u201d Saira replies.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you sorry? It showed what a good friend you are and how much you care about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira Smiles.<\/p>\n
Sagar continues, \u201cNo offence, I was also kinda enjoyed to have it directly from the source.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira gets uncomfortable and ashamed but also secretly enjoys it.<\/p> \n\n
There is dead silence, and both of them are staring into each other eyes. This is the moment Sagar has been waiting for years. He knows that Saira is vulnerable now. Without wasting any moment, he grabs her and kisses her lips tightly.<\/p>\n
Saira was stunned, but she didn\u2019t stop. She gives in and reciprocates the feeling. They both kissed. Sagar wants to take this slow and wants her to trust and control her, so he stops fully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry, Saira, I couldn\u2019t control myself. I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying, Sagar?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t hide it anymore, Saira, I have been in love with you since our school days, but I didn\u2019t dare to tell you. I have never been in so much pain when you married, but I don\u2019t want to hide it anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Sagar, we are friends!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA boy and girl can never be friends for a long time, Saira.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira was silent, and she couldn\u2019t say anything. There is yet another awkward silence.<\/p>\n
Sagar stands up, \u201cI understand, Saira. I won\u2019t bother you anymore. I am sorry for everything. You are a good human. I will miss you, and I will never forget you,\u201d and he starts leaving.<\/p>\n
\u201cSagar, wait!\u201d Saira stops him.<\/p>\n
He looks at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is all too much to process now. I don\u2019t know if I can love you as you do. But I don\u2019t want to lose the only person in my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sagar leaves without saying anything. Saira can’t sleep for the next new days. While these dramas go on one side, her \u2018milk\u2019 issue is not resolved. She is leaking more than usual, and all her dresses are drenched. She kept pumping out more milk.<\/p>\n
But she noticed something. The night she kissed Sagar. She was normal. There wasn\u2019t much leaking.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t wait anymore and wanted to speak with Sagar. She went to the gym he usually hangs out in, and he talked with his buddies. They all stopped talking after seeing Saira. Sagar and Saira move to somewhere private and start talking.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything alright, Saira?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, just come to check if you are doing ok?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I am. Are we still friends?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course we are!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, is there something else?\u201d Sagar asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but I don\u2019t know how to tell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on. You don\u2019t have to hide anything from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy milk problem, it still hasn\u2019t stopped. I don\u2019t know what to do. It is annoying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand, the way you are producing, if I start drinking all, I would explode like a balloon. Ha ha.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Sagar, it’s not a joke.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, Ok, I want to lighten you up. I will check if there is any doctor here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Sagar.\u201d She left, and Sagar returned to his friends.<\/p>\n
One of his friends asks, \u201cWhat does that milk tanker want?\u201d<\/p>\n
All others start laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing, she is still leaking, and I need to take her to some doctor,\u201d Sagar replies.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you going to take her?\u201d one from the group asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am planning to take her to Dr Santosh.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHim? You know he is a fake doctor, right?\u201d one guy says.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot just that, he is a tharki pervert,\u201d another guy interrupts.<\/p>\n
\u201cHaven’t you owed him some money?\u201d another guy asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I can help. I can drink all her milk, and wow, her boobs, I will squeeze it so tight, and there won\u2019t be any milk left,\u201d another guy says and laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, I already spoke with him, and we have a plan,\u201d Sagar says, and all start laughing.<\/p>\n
Sagar arrives at Saira’s house on his bike and asks her to hop in. He purposely drives through the places where all his friends can see him. He is taking her so to make all of them jealous and reaches the hospital.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not really a hospital. It’s just a small house converted into a hospital. There were not many people there. And they walked in directly. Dr Santosh and his assistant were only there. Saira explained her condition, and he pretended he had heard this for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Saira, your condition is rare, and I have experience dealing with cases like this, don\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, doc.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you remove your burkha and lie on the bed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira looks at Sagar as if she is shy. Sagar asks her to comply with his eyes.
\nSaira was wearing salwar kameez and lay on the bed. The dress is very tight.
\nDoc takes the stethoscope and puts it on her stomach, then below the neck, and just on the boobs.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, I am going to check. Tell me if you feel any pain?\u201d<\/p>\n
He puts his hands on her stomach and asks if there is any pain. She says no. He touches all over her stomach and hips, and he touches her left boob. Saira is in shock, but he is a doctor, so she doesn\u2019t protest.<\/p>\n
\u201cAny pain here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, doc.\u201d<\/p>\n
He presses it slightly, and milk comes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d the Doctor sighs.<\/p>\n
Saira is concerned and humiliated.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs everything all right, doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease come and sit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira is very worried, and Sagar asks, \u201cWhat happened, doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is what I suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this, doctor?\u201d Saira asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have lactonyetorgasmo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that, doctor?\u201d Sagar asks.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a rare disease. One in 3 million women has this, and no medical cure exists. Can I ask you some personal questions, Saira?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, doc.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was the last time you had sex?\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira\u2019s face turns red in embarrassment. \u201cIt’s been more than 3 years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, that\u2019s the reason. The main reason for this disease is lack of orgasm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell your husband,\u201d he looks at Sagar, \u201cYou should have regular sex with your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoctor, she is not my wife. I am her friend, and she has no husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, ok. I am sorry. There are few things you can do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat’s that, doctor?\u201d Saira asks.<\/p>\n
\u201c1st, stop wearing a tight dress like this. Wear sarees and don\u2019t wear a bra.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira couldn\u2019t understand what was happening. How can someone talk like this? But he is a doctor, so she is kind of ok with it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen wearing a saree, ensure you don\u2019t cover everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t understand, doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean, you have a Vitamin-D deficiency. You need to get more sunlight, especially in your tummy and breast, so wear a saree.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut doctor, I don\u2019t know if I can do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be shy. It’s for health reasons. Also, what’s wrong, you even look like actress Zeenat Aman, wear a dress like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doctor and Sagar give a mental high five.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is one more thing, and it is very important,\u201d the Doctor continues.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat’s that, Doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince you are single, you should masturbate every day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoctor, what the hell are you saying?\u201d Saira lost it and shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you shouting? It\u2019s a hospital. Do you want to be cured or not? It\u2019s the treatment. If you don\u2019t do it, you will leak more and die in 3 years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying, doctor?\u201d Sagar interrupts.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, it’s very serious. If she doesn\u2019t stop the leak, she will lose all her immunity, and it’s very dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, Doctor. Thanks for the advice. I will talk to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sagar and Saira left. While driving back, none of them spoke, and they reached the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Saira, what did you decide?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know, Sagar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did not ask you to kill anybody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don\u2019t know how to do that, and I have never done that before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s true, Sagar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what, I will teach you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I am shy. We are friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough already, Saira. I am not offering to finger yourself. You know what? Go to hell, I helped you a lot, and this is the gratitude you are showing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saira stops him, \u201cNo, Sagar, I did not mean that. I don\u2019t want to do it wrong and am shy to do it with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, I will find a way.\u201d<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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