Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
"We'll work on that," Dr. Anjali said.
 
"Next time. And the time after. There's no rush."
 
"Healing takes time. But you will become normal."
 
"Completely normal."
 
Seema nodded.
 
"One more thing," Anjali said.
 
"I'd like you to start a journal. Write down what you feel, physically, emotionally, when you're with your husband. When you try to be intimate. Even if it's just a word or two. Can you do that?"
 
"I can try."
 
"That's all I ask."
 
Anjali smiled.
 
"You did well today. Very well. I'll see you next week. Same time."
 
 
Behind the wall, in a room she would never see, the cameras watched.
 
They were not the kind of cameras you would notice.
 
They were small, no bigger than a thumbnail, embedded in the walls, in the ceiling, in the frame of the painting that hung in the therapy room.
 
The lenses were high-quality, professional-grade, capable of zooming, panning, capturing every detail in crystal clarity.
 
There were several of them in each therapy room along with the camera Dr.
 
Anjali used to take some photos.
 
 They recorded everything.
 
The sessions.
 
The examinations.
 
The private moments that were supposed to be sacred.
 
And in a back office on the other side of the building, a man was watching.
 
 
When Seema went into the examination room, Naveen went back to the lounge.
 
He drank another cup of tea.
 
He flipped through a magazine without reading a word.
 
He looked at the fountain, at the plants, at the abstract painting on the wall.
 
He checked his phone.
 
He checked it again.
 
An hour passed.
 
Then another.