In the rural village, there was but one nurse on duty. Accustomed to quite a few of them, for his usual duties Rajneesh was in an understandably foul mood as the rackety lorry pulled up in front of the small two storied, primary care centre.
The old lorry had many years and wheezed, with a dying rattle as the driver turned off the engine. Rajneesh sighed as he got down, his only greeting a wandering cloud of dust that left him, hacking and sneezing. He cursed again as he got into the dingy building.
A city bread medical officer, he was in utter contempt of such shanties. Yet the health minister had decreed that every doctor would do a rural posting, and he had no choice but to obey.
He walked in so fast that he completely missed the figure seated to the right of the entrance.
"Hello doctor," came the cheery, if not slightly accented feminine voice from the near hidden alcove.
Rajneesh blinked until his eyes adjusted with the near darkness. "Hello," he replied, still waiting for his night vision to kick in.
The figure got up from a seat and rose to meet him, and offered him a handshake. As fine fingers pressed into his hand, Rajneesh was stunned as her face gradually came into focus. He was surprised for two reasons. Nurses in rural areas were rarely forward enough for handshakes with their doctors. Second he had expected some fat matron, who would try to boss him around. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was wrong on both counts.
"I am Manjula sir," said the nurse, as she shook his hand.
As she dawned into view, Rajneesh felt an unwarranted, unexpected powerful surge of lust, as he pumped her hand.
Manjula was petite, around five feet and three inches. She had sharp features for a village girl, and wore the traditional nursing costume of white saree, and blue blouse. Though she had no make up, her skin was clear and free of blemish.
All in all she was a normal girl, but something about her set Rajneesh's loins on fire.
"He...hello Manjula, I am Dr. Rajneesh," he managed. He was a little cross with himself for letting this demure village nurse get the better of him.
"Where is the doctor's room?" he said, a tad more haughtily than he felt.
"This way sir," she replied. If she felt slighted, her tone and posture revealed nothing.
As he followed her, his eyes strayed to her open back. Again he was surprised to see, smooth clear skin. Her hips swayed rhythmically and hypnotically as they led the way.
"This is your room sir," she said, opening the door with an elegant flourish of her hand. For the first time he noticed, the simple but beautiful glass bangles that adorned her hand.
He stopped at the door, as she hurried inside, and began busying herself with arranging the bed, cot pillows and work table. Rajneesh was silent as he observed the busybody at work. He was able to glean more information about her body as she moved around. She was slightly bony, but had a nice round ass. She moved with grace and poise, and in another life she would have made an excellent dancer. He was disappointed when he saw a mangal-sutra(marriage necklace) dangle from her long neck. This in conjunction with the bangles indicated she was recently married.
"There sir, all done," said Manjula.
"Thanks sister," said Rajneesh, as that was the affectation that doctors used for nurses.
"Can I get you some food doctor?"
"Yes that would be nice."
As she continued showing him around, Rajneesh relaxed in her company. She had a calm, confident manner which he liked. She was also amiable and quite chatty. She had an arranged marriage with a local farmer, just two months ago. She had been taught her nursing skills by the prior nurse who had moved on to greener pastures.
As night descended upon them like a skillful thief, Rajneesh yawned, and realized how tired he was.
"Please take rest doctor," said Manjula, "tomorrow will be a busy day."
Nodding, he retired to bed. Weary as she was his thoughts were still encumbered by the pleasant nurse, whom he would be partnered with for a while.
The next day was busy as, a backlog of patients, descended upon the small under equipped health centre. But with Manjula's help they were seen to excellently. Rajneesh again marveled at her extraordinary cheerfulness and innate ability to withstand all forms of stress.
As the days rolled by, the two got quite comfortable together. Rajneesh also got to hear tidbits of village gossip from the patients. Being a small community everyone knew everything about everyone.
He had borne all her mundane gossip about the other villagers, but desperately wanted more information, on his new nurse's personal life.
But through shrewd questioning, he was able to gather information quickly. Her father's accumulating debts had forced Manjula to marry the man.
Though he and Manjula had become easy with words, he never questioned her about her private life. She was spritely enough that he wondered if she had problems at all.
One day Manjula approached him in a rather unnatural manner. He could she was nervous from the get-go. She wrung her hand constantly, and her eyes shifted furtively.
"Manjula is something wrong?" asked Rajneesh. He had instantly picked up the tensed shoulders, as he had taken to observing her a lot.
"Sir, I would like to talk to you personally, if you don't mind."
Rajneesh felt a secretive thrill at her sudden formal tone. He could not explain why. But not wanting to show how eager he was, he replied casually – "Why all this formality Manjula? Please feel free to ask me anything."
"Sir, its personal sir...I...I...would like to talk in private," she said hesitantly, still looking around as though there were secret eavesdroppers hidden in the nightly shadows.
Rajneesh felt his curiosity and excitement rise, another notch. "Where do you want to discuss this, Manjula?"
"In...in your room sir, if you don't object sir."
Rajneesh did not object. He wanted nothing more to be confined with this nurse, in the small contained space that was his room. "Of course sister, please," he said rising up, and walked towards his room.
He pushed open the door and ushered in the nurse. He sat on the bed, and nodded, indicating her to seat herself. There was nowhere to sit but on the bed, next to him.
Manjula hesitated but, sat herself next to the doctor on the small narrow cot, their shoulders touching. Rajneesh felt a small prick of pleasure.
He turned his face to her intentionally, so that they were closer still. "What is so important that we have to do it this secretly?" asked Rajneesh with a small smile.
"Sir..." she began, uncertainly, "my sister-in-law is unable to conceive, but through no fault of her own."
"Oh?" said Rajneesh, with a hint of mischief. "So whose fault is it.?"
Manjula blushed, as she considered her answer. "My brother sir, he ...he..."
"Say no more Manjula, I understand. I could refer them to a good gynecologist. In-vitro fertilization works wonders these days and..."
"Sorry to interrupt sir but they don't have that kind of money."
"I see. So what do you suggest?"
At this Manjula's face drained of all color. She opened her mouth, thought better of it and closed her mouth again. Rajneesh could sense that she was breathing faster.
Slyly, Rajneesh placed a concerned hand on her bare back. His skin tingled at that first contact, his loins also reacting in a similar direction. "Please go on sister, you can tell me."
"I...I...er..."
"Manjula," said Rajneesh, softly, placing his hands on her cheek and turning her face towards him, "you can tell me anything."
She seemed to gather her courage, and blurted out what she wanted.
"Please sir, I want you to impregnate my sister-in-law."
Rajneesh reeled as if Manjula has slapped him.
"WHAT!" he roared.
Manjula flinched, at his outrage. Tears started forming in her eyes, and she started sobbing.
Through the haze of his anger, the carnal aspects of Rajneesh's mind began formulating a plan. He was a man who thought with his cock and he could see how this unbelievable situation could be modified to his advantage.
He had just been asked to impregnate another mans wife, that too by the very woman he wanted to impregnate. That Manjula was daring enough to do this meant she was not as simple as she seemed.
He gathered her into his arms, and gently patted her on the back. "It's ok sister. It took guts to ask something like this. For that I admire, you and your resolve. Let me consider this."
Still not sure what to think, she replied – "Th...thank you sir."
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So it was that one night, after painstaking preparations, Manjula managed to bring her sister in law to the clinic. Dr. Rajneesh had needed some persuasion but had acceded to Manjula's request.
Rajneesh had planned this out in advance. His pretences and doubts, his vague misapprehensions about the entire affair; were all carefully acted out to lull Manjula into a false sense of trust. After all if he had agreed to the fucking immediately, Manjula might have become suspicious as to his intentions. She now thought that the good doctor was sacrificing his integrity to help her.
She had watched as her sister in law Meena, and the doctor chatted quietly. They had got in touch the past couple of months. Meena had liked the doctor, and he did not seem averse to her. Meena was a reasonably pretty girl, a bit plump, but curvaceous where it most counted. She was banking on this very curvaceousness for the doctor's enticement.
Meena, knew the desperate nature of her situation and had needed little compelling. Fucking the doctor was better than say, complete disownment.
"Um, sir, would you prefer the bedroom?" asked Manjula some what shyly.
"No Manjula, it's too small. My room will suffice. After all I have examined Meena there many times." said Rajneesh, smiling at Meena, who blushed, like a bride, as she was ushered in.
"Manjula," whispered the doctor, when they were alone. "Please be just outside, this is a dangerous situation, and I need you around. My very name depends on it."
"Sir you are a very nice man sir! Please rest easy sir, though I am a bit uncomfortable as well, I will be right here."
Rajneesh smirked as he went inside. 'Nice man" indeed!
