My Adopted Mom

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That night, and the next, and the next, I did not sleep.
I just kept seeing her low-cut blouse. I kept feeling her warm breath on my ear. Her whisper: "...naram (soft) from everywhere."

I was eating like a rakshas (demon), but my heart was not in the kilos anymore. I was terrified... and I was desperate to go back. I was like a nashedi (addict), my whole body aching, just waiting for my next "dose."

When the day finally came, I walked to her clinic in a daze. My legs felt weak. Vinod bhaiya didn't even look up. He just waved his hand towards her room.
I went in. Click. The kundi (latch) slid home.

She was standing by the window, looking at the Naini lake. She turned, and my stomach flipped. She was wearing a simple, white saree. She looked... pure. But her eyes... her eyes were not pure. They were sparkling with shaitani (mischief).

Dr. Anjali: (Softly) Aao, Shaan. (Come, Shaan).
She didn't move. She just watched me.

Dr. Anjali: Chalo. Let's see. Kapde utaro. (Remove your clothes).
I started. Shirt off. Jeans off. I stood there in my kachha (underwear), waiting. She just looked at me. She didn't move towards the scale. She just... watched.

Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, still soft) I said... kapde utaro. Sab. (Everything).
My blood ran cold. Then hot. My voice was a squeak. "Doctor-ji..."

Dr. Anjali: (Her eyes narrowed, playful but sharp) Kya? (What?) You are still hiding from your mom?
She clicked her tongue. Tch tch tch. Such a sharmeela (shy) boy. How would she do her full check-up? How would she know where the charbi (fat) was growing, and where it was not? She walked towards me, slow and graceful, like a sherni (lioness).

Dr. Anjali: Chalo. (Come on). No secrets between us. Utaro. (Remove it).
My hands were shaking. I couldn't look at her face. I looked at the floor. Slowly... I hooked my fingers into the elastic of my underwear... and I pushed it down. I kicked it away.
I was standing in front of her. Bilkul nanga. (Completely naked).
The room was so silent. I could hear my own heart, thump-thump-thump, like a tabla. She walked around me. Once. Slowly.

Dr. Anjali: (From behind me) Hmmmm.
I felt her finger... trace my spine. All the way down. Still... so bony. She came back in front of me. She was so close, I could smell the santoor soap on her skin.

Dr. Anjali: (Looking down) Arey waah. (Oh, wow).
I was hard. Stone hard. I couldn't stop it. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die.

Dr. Anjali: (Laughing, a low, thick sound) Idhar (Here) there is bahut garmi (a lot of heat), han?
She reached out... and tapped me. Right on the tip. "Aah!" I jumped back.

Dr. Anjali: Shaant! (Calm!) Stand still!
She held my shoulder. This was good, she said. This meant her medicine was working. The garmi was finally coming. But... She pinched my stomach. ...not here. She pinched my side. ...and not here. She slapped my thigh. ...and bilkul (absolutely) not here.
I... I... I gained...

Dr. Anjali: Chup! (Quiet!) Don't tell me. Show me.
She pushed me towards the scale. I got on, nanga. She clanked the weights. I didn't care anymore.

Dr. Anjali: (Sighing) Three. Poore (Full) three kilos.
A rush of relief. I passed.

Dr. Anjali: Good boy.
She helped me step off the scale.

Dr. Anjali: You passed the test. So... you get the full reward today.
She walked to her cabinet. She didn't take out the mithai box. She took out the bottle of badam (almond) cream.

Dr. Anjali: Lie down. On the bed. Peth ke bal. (On your stomach).
My heart stopped. But... I passed...

Dr. Anjali: (Smiling) Haan, beta. (Yes, son). That's why you get the full reward. The full malish (massage).
I slowly lay down on the patient bed. The paper sheet crinkled under my naked body. I heard her unscrew the cap. I felt a big, cold blob of cream land on my back.

Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, low and deep) Ssshh. Just relax. Anjali-mom will make her beta strong.
Her hands landed on my back. And she began. It was not like before. Her hands were everywhere. On my back, my shoulders, down my sides... and then... lower. She put more cream. Her hands slid over my bum, rubbing, squeezing.

Dr. Anjali: (Whispering) We must make this naram (soft). Bahut naram.
Her hands moved down, to the back of my thighs. She rubbed them, hard. No meat here. Tch. I was dying. My face was pressed into the pillow. I had a raging hard-on, grinding into the bed. She knew. She laughed. A soft, naughty laugh.

Dr. Anjali: Bas. (Enough). Palto. (Turn over).
My eyes shot open. N-Nahi... (N-No...)

Dr. Anjali: (Firmly) Shaan. Palto. I have to check your chest, na?
Slowly, trembling, I turned over onto my back. I was lying there, nanga, hard, and helpless. She was just looking at me, a big smile on her face. Her eyes danced from my face... down to my chest... down to my hardness... and back to my face.

Dr. Anjali: Aaye haaye. (Oh my). Mera shaitaan. (My devil).
She poured the cold cream... right onto my chest. "Aai!"

Dr. Anjali: (Laughing) Chup!
She started rubbing the cream. On my bony chest. On my stomach, in circles. Lower... and lower... around my navel. Her fingers were just inches away.

Dr. Anjali: (Her voice, a purr) Dekho. (Look). My medicine is working so well here.
She was looking right at it. Bahut garmi. (So much heat). She held her creamy hand just above me. I could feel the coldness.

Dr. Anjali: Poora dose... (Full dose...)
She looked at my face. I was just staring at her, my breath caught. And then she winked.

Dr. Anjali: Let me touch you completely now.
Her hand, cold and slippery with cream, closed around me. I yelped, my whole body arching off the bed. It was too much. The cold cream, her hot hand... Shaant, Shaan. Ssshhh. Her voice was a thick, syrupy whisper. She said she had to give her shaitaan his reward. The real reward, for being such a good boy and gaining so much weight. This was the asli medicine. Her hand moved, slow and firm. I was lost, my eyes squeezed shut.
She laughed again, a low, throaty sound. Aaye haaye, kitni garmi. (Oh my, so much heat). She leaned down, her white saree brushing my leg.

Dr. Anjali: Your Anjali-mom must take all the medicine...
I felt her warm, mogra-scented hair on my stomach. And then... her mouth. Hot, wet, and unbelievable. My whole world just... exploded. It wasn't a massage. It was... I don't know what it was. It was a fire. It was lightning. I was just a haddi (bone) for her to chew on. She was... eating me. Like I ate the kaju katli. She was mumbling, "Good boy... my sweet beta... such a good boy for your mom..." I was gripping the paper on the bed, my knuckles white. It was too much. I couldn't... I burst. A hot, embarrassing rush. I was frozen, panting, my eyes wide. She slowly... slowly... sat up. She wasn't smiling. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark. She licked her lips.

Dr. Anjali: Bahut... meetha. (Very... sweet).
She stood up and threw the towel on me.

Dr. Anjali: Bas. (Enough). Poch lo. (Wipe yourself). And get dressed.
She went to her desk, took out the mithai dabba (box), and opened it.

Dr. Anjali: You were a very good boy. Poore three kilos.
She held out the whole box to me.

Dr. Anjali: Khao. (Eat). You earned it.
I was still sitting on the bed, nanga, trying to wipe the cream off my body, my hands shaking. My legs felt like water. She just laughed.

Dr. Anjali: Jaldi karo. (Hurry up). My real patients are waiting.

I scrambled to get dressed. I ate one Kaju Katli so fast, I almost choked. I ran out of that room, my body burning and freezing all at the same time. My mind was completely blank, but I could still feel her mouth. I could still taste the mithai. I didn't know which one was the real reward anymore.