[doodhwale_bhaiya]

By the time the tea was ready her thighs were trembling. A thin, shiny trail of her own wetness had run down the inner side of one thigh. She finally grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled his finger free with a soft, wet sound. The sudden emptiness made her bite her lip. She placed the cup on a small tray, straightened as best she could, and walked out of the kitchen toward the sofa.
 
She did not notice that one side of the short nightie had ridden completely up over the full curve of her left ass cheek. The soft, bare flesh was fully visible — the lower globe, the side of her hip, the beginning of the deep cleft — while the other side of the nightie still hung down. From the kitchen doorway Bhola watched her walk, the exposed half of her ass shifting and jiggling with each step, the silver waist chain glinting, and a slow smirk spread across his face.
 
Simran bent slightly to set the tray on the side table next to Ravi.
 
“Lemon tea… keep drinking. Stomach will stay light.”
 
Ravi took the cup with a tired nod, still looking at his phone.
 
“Thanks.”
 
She turned around to go back to the kitchen and immediately saw Bhola standing there with that same small, knowing smile. She frowned and made a quick, irritated gesture with her hand — *kya?* — demanding an explanation. Bhola only gave a tiny shake of his head, as if nothing at all was wrong, and kept looking at her.
 
The moment she stepped back into the kitchen he reached out, took the bunched-up side of the nightie between two fingers, and slowly pulled the hem down until both sides sat evenly again at the tops of her thighs. The soft fabric covered her bare ass once more. Simran’s eyes widened as she realised what he was showing her — that she had just walked across the living room and served her husband tea with half her naked ass completely exposed.
 
Her face flushed hot. She shoved at his chest with both hands, voice a furious whisper.
 
“Chhoro mujhe…”
“Leave me…”
 
She didn’t wait for an answer. She turned and almost fled toward the stairs, the short nightie fluttering against her bare cheeks and the still-wet lips of her pussy with every hurried step. The thin trail of her own juices continued to cool on her inner thigh as she climbed.
 
At the top of the stairs she paused only long enough to call back toward the living room, voice carefully normal.
 
“Ravi… I’m going to take a bath. Then we have to go to Preeti’s clinic. She called… there’s something. It will be done quickly.”
 
Ravi’s voice came from the sofa, still tired.
 
“I’m tired, Simran. Not today.”
 
She kept her tone light even though her heart was still racing and her pussy was still twitching from Bhola’s finger.
 
“No problem. Bhola will drive. We’ll come back very quickly.”
 
She disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door, the tiny nightie still the only thing covering her, her thong still in Bhola’s pocket downstairs, and the taste of risk still sharp on her tongue.
 
The three of them arrived at Preeti’s clinic a little after the morning rush. Ravi still looked slightly pale but better than the previous night. Bhola had driven them and now waited outside near the car, leaning against the door with his arms folded, the same quiet, solid presence he always was in public. Inside, the clinic smelled of disinfectant and air-conditioning. Preeti met them at the reception with a professional smile that only Simran could read as something sharper.
 
She took Simran’s blood first — a quick, efficient draw from the inner elbow — then glanced at Ravi.
 
“How are you? Is the stomach okay now?”
 
Ravi gave a tired shrug.
 
“Yes, better. Last night it was very bad.”
 
Preeti nodded and then turned back to Simran.
 
“Come, let me check properly once. Come behind.”
 
She guided Simran behind a white curtain into the small examination area. The moment the curtain closed, Preeti’s clinical expression softened into something more knowing. She made Simran sit on the edge of the examination table and began the “check-up” with deliberate thoroughness. Her hands first rested on Simran’s shoulders, then slid down her back, pressing along the spine, feeling the muscles. When she reached the lower back she pressed deeper, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above the curve of Simran’s ass.
 
“Breasts are heavy, right?” Preeti murmured, low enough that only Simran could hear. “They must have been full all night. And down there… is it still sensitive?”
 
Her hands moved around to the front. She cupped both of Simran’s breasts over the clothes, lifting their weight, squeezing gently but firmly, feeling how full they were. Milk had already begun to bead under the pressure; a faint dampness spread against the fabric. Preeti’s thumbs brushed deliberately across the nipples, circling once, twice, before she released them. Then she made Simran stand and turn, running her palms down over the full globes of her ass, spreading them slightly under the pretext of checking posture and lower-back strain. Her fingers lingered at the soft junction where ass met thigh, close enough to the heat of Simran’s pussy that Simran’s breath caught.
 
“Physio is necessary,” Preeti said softly, almost against her ear. “Daily. Otherwise this back and these boobs both will become a problem.”
 
When they stepped back out from behind the curtain, Preeti’s professional mask was firmly in place again. She addressed Simran while Ravi listened.
 
“Simran, your breasts are swelling a bit more. Weight has increased. And your back is feeling pressure managing that weight. This is not good in the long term.”
 
Simran blinked, playing her part, though her skin still tingled where Preeti’s hands had been.
 
“So… then?”
 
Ravi frowned slightly.
 
“What’s the solution? Some medicine?”
 
Preeti shook her head.
 
“No need for medicine. Physiotherapy is best. Proper massage — shoulders, back, lower back, and around the breasts for support as well. It should be done daily. Ideally twice a day, but at least once is absolutely necessary.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened a fraction, the picture of mild distress.
 
“Twice? Where will I find a physiotherapist every day? Going to the hospital will kill me. I don’t have that much time.”
 
Preeti gave a small, sympathetic smile.
 
“It’s not rocket science. I understand your load. Ravi…” she turned to him, “can you do it? Should I teach you?”
 
Ravi looked almost alarmed.
 
“Physiotherapy? Me? I don’t know anything. And I also keep traveling, I have to go out quite a bit. How is daily possible?”
 
Preeti sighed as if thinking.
 
“Actually if you mostly stayed at home it would be perfect. No need for travel for that. It can be done at home.”
 
A short silence settled over the three of them.