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Anjali The Amazing Doctor

Anjali was a c***d psychiatrist living in a posh area in Mumbai along with her live-in partner Amit. They weren’t married but in a live in relationship almost like any other couple. Her patients were usually teenagers who were involved in crime and she worked in a government hospital by day dealing with juveniles and then spent her evening in her own clinic at home, dealing with c***dren brought in by anxious parents so her evenings were usually turned into counseling sessions. She was in clinic when she was visited by Mrs. Sharma who was accompanied by her son. He was scowling and looking away and Anjali made them sit. Mrs. Sharma: I wanted counseling sessions for my son…he-err-he recently broke up with his girlfriend and attempted suicide twice. And Mrs. Sharma started crying. Anjali assured Mrs. Sharma that she will do her best to bring back the positivity in Rohan and get his life back on track. The day went dull as Rohan did not speak much. Anjali was disappointed and she wondered whether Rohan will turn out to be her first defeat in the field of psychiatry. She was going to call it a day when she noticed that Rohan was ogling at her breasts. She frowned and thought over it. Anjali: Let’s get one thing straight. Rohan did not respond but as it was how he had dealt with her all say Anjali continued. Anjali: I am a doctor for you and I want to help you Rohan. If you do not reply then how can I help? I know that girlfriend problem is something you cannot discuss freely ...

... with your mum. But let me assure you that I being a doctor won’t mind hearing about anything. You can be free with me. Rohan nodded. Anjali: So your gf left you….why? Rohan did not reply. Anjali: Listen I have told you already that you can discuss anything…if you don’t wanna say it’s okay. I will ask questions and I want you to just nod or shake your head to reply, Rohan nodded. Anjali: So your girlfriend left you because you did not have pocket money? He shook his head. Anjali: no? Okay…coz of your anger? Another shake of head. Anjali: coz you wanted to touch her sexually but she did not want it. Rohan froze. Seeing this Anjali knew that she had touched a nerve. Anjali: ok so sex is the problem? Rohan: yes…I kissed her alright but whenever I touched her boobs she hit me…and then one day she said that if I continue then she would not even kiss me, so I stopped and one day I followed her to a cyber café and found her kissing another guy and I broke down. Anjali slowly understood his mentality and made notes. She questioned him and learnt more about his sex drive which was overwhelming. She sent him away and told him to come to her clinic every evening for counseling. And day after day she noticed improvement. Ten days passed but Anjali knew she had not come to the ultimate end. Day 11: A ray of hope Rohan: I had this fetish of reading aunty sex stories and watching aunty porn. Anjali: So you’ve eyed any aunty type woman? Rohan: Err-I Anjali: I told you already! Don’t be shy. ...