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Scene 5
That whole week, I was like (a bulking beast).
I ate everything. I ate my food, my mom's food. I stole ghee from the kitchen dabba (container) and ate it with sugar. I needed to gain those 2 kilos. I wasn't afraid of the chamaat (slap) anymore. I was terrified of her disappointed face. That sigh. I couldn't bear the thought of failing her again.
When the day came, I walked into the clinic, my stomach twisting. Vinod just rolled his eyes and pointed. He had stopped asking. He knew.
I went in. I locked the kundi. The click of the bolt felt so final.
She was standing right next to the big weighing scale. She looked like a judge. She was not smiling.
Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, low and serious) Chalo. (Come on). I am waiting.
Her serious look made my heart beat faster than her playful one ever did.
Dr. Anjali: Sab utaro. (Remove everything). And no excuses today.
I didn't argue. I took off my shirt. I unzipped my jeans and let them fall. I stood there in my underwear, feeling small and exposed, waiting for her judgment.
Dr. Anjali: Aao. (Come).
I stepped onto the cold scale. I was praying, my eyes squeezed shut. She leaned in close, her face near my stomach as she adjusted the heavy iron weights. Clank. Clank. And then... she sighed. A big, long sigh of disappointment.
My heart sank into my shoes.
Dr. Anjali: (Standing up, shaking her head) Nahi, Shaan. (No, Shaan).
My voice was weak. "Kitna? (How much?)"
Dr. Anjali: (Sounding tired) One. Point. Five. Bas. (That's it).
I hung my head. I failed. I felt useless. "Sorry, doctor-ji..."
Dr. Anjali: Tch.
She poked my chest. "Haddi." (Bone). She poked my stomach. "Patla." (Thin). She walked behind me. I closed my eyes, bracing for the chamaat. I deserved it. ...I waited. ...Nothing.
Instead, I felt... fingers. Her fingers, gently pinching my waist.
Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, a very soft whisper, right next to my ear) Lekin... (But...)
Her fingers had found a tiny, tiny roll of flesh. It was almost nothing. But it was there.
Dr. Anjali: Yeh kya hai? (What is this?)
She pinched it again, lightly, rolling the new charbi (fat) between her thumb and forefinger.
Dr. Anjali: Hmm? A little charbi... hiding here?
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. She came and stood in front of me. Her face was soft again. That naughty, playful smile was back.
Dr. Anjali: You failed the 2-kilo test. But you passed the charbi test. Chalo, (Okay) half-marks.
She reached up and pulled my cheek, hard.
Dr. Anjali: Naughty boy. Making me work so hard. She pulled me off the scale.
Dr. Anjali: You failed my order. So, you must get a saza (punishment).
My eyes went wide.
Dr. Anjali: Stand. Turn around. Ghoom jao. (Turn around).
My heart was thumping. I turned, my back to her. What was she going to do? I heard her walk to her cabinet. I heard a bottle open. The sweet smell of badam (almond) oil. She came back.
Dr.Anjali: This time, a new medicine. To make the charbi grow faster.
Before I could ask, she slapped her cold, wet hands right onto my bum.
"Aai!"
It wasn't a chamaat. Her hands were covered in cold, slippery cream!
Dr. Anjali: (Laughing) Chup-chaap khade raho! (Stand still quietly!)
She started rubbing the cold cream all over my bum, her hands moving inside my underwear. Her hands were firm, moving in fast circles. A malish! (Massage!)
I was frozen. I was standing in her clinic, in my underwear, and she was... massaging me. It was so cold... and then, under her rubbing hands, it started to feel hot. A deep, spreading warmth.
Dr. Anjali: (Her voice turning thick and husky) Hmm. So smooth. But so bony. We need meat here, Shaan.
She squeezed me, hard.
Dr. Anjali: Bas. (Enough).
She smacked my bum one last time, leaving a wet, stinging, slapping sound.
Dr. Anjali: That is your saza.
I turned around, my face on fire, my legs trembling.
Dr. Anjali: (Wiping her hands on a towel) Now... for the inaam (reward).
She went to her steel dabba (tiffin box). The Kaju Katli. She took out... one piece. Only one.
Dr. Anjali: You got half-marks. You get half the reward. Muh kholo. (Open your mouth).
I opened my mouth. She fed me the mithai. It melted on my tongue.
Dr. Anjali: (Her eyes sparkling) You want the whole box, Shaan? You want the real medicine?
I nodded, swallowing the sweet, sticky lump.
Dr. Anjali: Then next week... three kilos. No excuses. Samjhe? (Understand?)
I just nodded, my voice gone.
Dr. Anjali: Bhaag jao (run away). And don't wipe that cream off. Let it soak.
I scrambled to pull on my jeans. The cold cream felt weird and slippery. I ran out of the clinic, my mind spinning. My bum was tingling, cold and hot all at the same time.
The saza (punishment) felt more like an inaam (reward) than the mithai did.
That whole week, I was like (a bulking beast).
I ate everything. I ate my food, my mom's food. I stole ghee from the kitchen dabba (container) and ate it with sugar. I needed to gain those 2 kilos. I wasn't afraid of the chamaat (slap) anymore. I was terrified of her disappointed face. That sigh. I couldn't bear the thought of failing her again.
When the day came, I walked into the clinic, my stomach twisting. Vinod just rolled his eyes and pointed. He had stopped asking. He knew.
I went in. I locked the kundi. The click of the bolt felt so final.
She was standing right next to the big weighing scale. She looked like a judge. She was not smiling.
Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, low and serious) Chalo. (Come on). I am waiting.
Her serious look made my heart beat faster than her playful one ever did.
Dr. Anjali: Sab utaro. (Remove everything). And no excuses today.
I didn't argue. I took off my shirt. I unzipped my jeans and let them fall. I stood there in my underwear, feeling small and exposed, waiting for her judgment.
Dr. Anjali: Aao. (Come).
I stepped onto the cold scale. I was praying, my eyes squeezed shut. She leaned in close, her face near my stomach as she adjusted the heavy iron weights. Clank. Clank. And then... she sighed. A big, long sigh of disappointment.
My heart sank into my shoes.
Dr. Anjali: (Standing up, shaking her head) Nahi, Shaan. (No, Shaan).
My voice was weak. "Kitna? (How much?)"
Dr. Anjali: (Sounding tired) One. Point. Five. Bas. (That's it).
I hung my head. I failed. I felt useless. "Sorry, doctor-ji..."
Dr. Anjali: Tch.
She poked my chest. "Haddi." (Bone). She poked my stomach. "Patla." (Thin). She walked behind me. I closed my eyes, bracing for the chamaat. I deserved it. ...I waited. ...Nothing.
Instead, I felt... fingers. Her fingers, gently pinching my waist.
Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, a very soft whisper, right next to my ear) Lekin... (But...)
Her fingers had found a tiny, tiny roll of flesh. It was almost nothing. But it was there.
Dr. Anjali: Yeh kya hai? (What is this?)
She pinched it again, lightly, rolling the new charbi (fat) between her thumb and forefinger.
Dr. Anjali: Hmm? A little charbi... hiding here?
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. She came and stood in front of me. Her face was soft again. That naughty, playful smile was back.
Dr. Anjali: You failed the 2-kilo test. But you passed the charbi test. Chalo, (Okay) half-marks.
She reached up and pulled my cheek, hard.
Dr. Anjali: Naughty boy. Making me work so hard. She pulled me off the scale.
Dr. Anjali: You failed my order. So, you must get a saza (punishment).
My eyes went wide.
Dr. Anjali: Stand. Turn around. Ghoom jao. (Turn around).
My heart was thumping. I turned, my back to her. What was she going to do? I heard her walk to her cabinet. I heard a bottle open. The sweet smell of badam (almond) oil. She came back.
Dr.Anjali: This time, a new medicine. To make the charbi grow faster.
Before I could ask, she slapped her cold, wet hands right onto my bum.
"Aai!"
It wasn't a chamaat. Her hands were covered in cold, slippery cream!
Dr. Anjali: (Laughing) Chup-chaap khade raho! (Stand still quietly!)
She started rubbing the cold cream all over my bum, her hands moving inside my underwear. Her hands were firm, moving in fast circles. A malish! (Massage!)
I was frozen. I was standing in her clinic, in my underwear, and she was... massaging me. It was so cold... and then, under her rubbing hands, it started to feel hot. A deep, spreading warmth.
Dr. Anjali: (Her voice turning thick and husky) Hmm. So smooth. But so bony. We need meat here, Shaan.
She squeezed me, hard.
Dr. Anjali: Bas. (Enough).
She smacked my bum one last time, leaving a wet, stinging, slapping sound.
Dr. Anjali: That is your saza.
I turned around, my face on fire, my legs trembling.
Dr. Anjali: (Wiping her hands on a towel) Now... for the inaam (reward).
She went to her steel dabba (tiffin box). The Kaju Katli. She took out... one piece. Only one.
Dr. Anjali: You got half-marks. You get half the reward. Muh kholo. (Open your mouth).
I opened my mouth. She fed me the mithai. It melted on my tongue.
Dr. Anjali: (Her eyes sparkling) You want the whole box, Shaan? You want the real medicine?
I nodded, swallowing the sweet, sticky lump.
Dr. Anjali: Then next week... three kilos. No excuses. Samjhe? (Understand?)
I just nodded, my voice gone.
Dr. Anjali: Bhaag jao (run away). And don't wipe that cream off. Let it soak.
I scrambled to pull on my jeans. The cold cream felt weird and slippery. I ran out of the clinic, my mind spinning. My bum was tingling, cold and hot all at the same time.
The saza (punishment) felt more like an inaam (reward) than the mithai did.
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