Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 72: Doctor Recommendation Part -2

**Inside the doctor’s chamber,**

The doctor was still burning with fury. Twice now Rohit had humiliated him.

First though.. excusable, but this time Rohit had strangled him while he was simply doing his job. With the victim girl resigning and police circling the Singhania family, he felt emboldened.

’How dare a mere boy, not even out of his teens, treat him like this? Belittling him just because of money?’ This time he would not let it slide. He also has some backers whose interests can be used as leverage.

That’s why he had called Rohit’s mother. If he couldn’t trap the boy directly, he would dig through her and find something to exploit.

Now Mrs. Ragini Singhania sat across from him, pale, nervous, and far too vulnerable.

He slid a glass of mineral water toward her with practiced sympathy. "You seem very worried. Please, have this. The discussion we’ll have may run deep."

Ragini accepted and drained it in one go. "Thank you. I’m alright now. So... what do you want to say?"

Meanwhile, the doctor quietly switched on his phone camera and placed it on the side drawer, angling it subtly to capture Ragini’s face. He hit record.

The setup looked as though he were simply searching for something. He was satisfied to see that Ragini wasn’t paying attention to his hands. With that, he brought out his tablet.

Leaning back with a thin smile, he spoke professionally. "Mrs. Singhania, if I’m not mistaken, you must have seen how violent he’s become. His wounds speaks.. Or.. was he like this even before?"

Ragini’s shoulders stiffened. Last night’s haunting memory flashed again, tightening her chest.

She shook her head slowly. "No. Before the accident he was different. But afterwards... he changed. We tried to ignore it. However, last night..." She trailed off, uncertain if she should reveal more.

The doctor leaned forward with keen eyes. "See, Mrs. Singhania, I know something happened last night. More than what we already know. Keeping it hidden won’t help him. Please..."

Ragini lowered her gaze. Her lips parted but she remained silent in conflict.

The doctor sighed and shifted tone. He gently placed his hand on hers. "It’s alright. We can discuss other matters. The one relating to... his needs." Ragini nodded.

The doctor noted that she didn’t react when he placed his hand over hers.

He withdrew his hand and adopted a worried look. "So I assume... you’ve found someone to help him?"

Ragini gave a small nod. "Yes. Someone close. As you advised, to avoid emotional setbacks."

Internally, the doctor cursed. Damn. Did that brat manage to get hold of his girlfriend?

Outwardly he nodded with calm. "That is a good sign. How far has it gone?"

Ragini hesitated as her cheeks tinged pink. "He seems... normal. In fact, he shows a lot of interest. I never knew he had that side. He cares for his partner’s needs. In... simulation, he is very active, sometimes even dominant."

The doctor’s jaw tightened in irritation. He forced a professional voice. "Too vague, Mrs. Singhania. I need clarity. How did his body respond? His emotional or physical state? And most importantly—how quickly does he recover?"

Her face flushed crimson at the blunt questions, but she answered carefully. "Yes. He felt good. Overexcited, actually, when he released. And..." she gestured nervously with her hands, "...he was very big, hard like stone."

The doctor nearly grimaced. Exaggerated nonsense. Six inches is normal. What is he, a horse?

His envy boiled under his skin, but he pressed on. "And the timing? The second time?"

Ragini’s worry deepened. "The first time... it took him over two hours, though there were emotional complications. The next day he grew excited several times. Since you said arousal with emotion was fine, I didn’t continue to completion. Doctor, is the second time necessary? Will he be alright?"

The doctor blinked. Two hours to release? But then he caught her tone. Wait a minute... why is she talking like she witnessed it firsthand? Or rather... like she did it herself?

Carefully he asked, "We are talking about the hired girl, correct?"

Ragini suddenly got flustered. Her face turned red as she realized the slip-up she was about to commit if not for being overly worried about Rohit.

She nodded with her blushed face. "Yes, correct?"

The doctor felt amused by her reaction. He knew where it was going and pressed further. "Also, how old is she? I mean, is she Rohit’s peer or older than him? Because I need to understand what emotional complications he might have felt, as you mentioned earlier."

Ragini bit her lip in embarrassment. "She is a woman, but doctor, please don’t ask more. It was very hard to get her to agree on this matter, and since she’s a close one, this is too sensitive..." Her last statement carried a sharp authority.

The doctor nodded, but internally he smirked. ’Good, so my doubts were right. It was you, Mrs. Singhania—Rohit’s secret lover, giving him those handjobs with pure affection. What a twisted mother-son love story. I wonder if he’s adopted... or blood? Very interesting..’

He pressed on again. "Are you sure, Mrs. Singhania, that the woman you hired is giving you proper details? Because sometimes what we hear from others might be misleading."

Ragini calmed a little, thinking the doctor was off-track now, and replied with careful thought to fix her earlier mistake. "The person I hired is very trusted. You can take my words as they are."

The doctor hummed in understanding. "Well then, congratulations. It seems the thing we were worried about is not happening anymore. He’s getting proper arousal without emotional trauma, and he’s even excited again after ejaculations. That shows progress."

Ragini’s face lit up with joy. "It means... Rohit is alright?"

But the doctor’s next statement fell like a hammer. "I’m afraid not. He still has problems. A normal man ejaculates within fifteen minutes at most. Only strong sedatives or rarest of control, can let him last that long."

His smirk remained obvious. "That’s why I asked you earlier, madam, if you were sure you heard the details right—or if she did a poor job handling him. Or worse... slipping drugs to Rohit secretly to prolong her pleasure."

Ragini’s face soured, her anger flaring at the indirect accusation. Her gaze hardened. "Doctor, don’t forget with whom you are talking."

The doctor smirked. "Relax, Mrs. Singhania. We’re on the same side here, doing our best to treat him." He showed her the tablet. "Please have a look at this one."

Ragini checked the screen. It showed search results for ’anejaculation’, stating exactly what the doctor claimed. Her brows furrowed as she read further—reasons varying from medical issues to psychological, with side effects affecting not only health but also mood swings that could turn violent. There were exceptions through breathing tricks, but Rohit seemed too innocent for that in her eyes.

She asked worriedly, "Is my Rohit going through this? How can it be treated?"

The doctor was satisfied with her expression. Crossing his arms, he said, "See, we are on the same team."

He stood up, went near Ragini, and kept his hand on her shoulder for a while. "There is nothing to fear, as long as we make an accurate diagnosis. It can be cured. But you must follow my instructions."

Ragini felt conflicted but nodded.

The doctor was surprised again at how this fiery woman turned docile when it came to her son. She didn’t even react to his hand on her shoulder. Surely, the waters ran deep... perfect for pushing further.

He returned to his chair and said, "Before that, I’d like to know—how far has the relationship improved with Rohit? I mean, the level of stimulation with that woman, if you understand me, Mrs. Singhania."

Ragini understood what he was implying. She said hesitantly, "So far... only outer stimulation."

The doctor exaggerated a sigh, visibly disappointed. "We need to push for more. The task requires draining him faster. But the diagnosis will be tough, because human tendency is to feel less excited with the same level of intimacy. Usual stimulation won’t be enough for continuous release. The scale needs to increase."

Ragini’s jaw dropped. "So you’re saying... even penetration?"

The doctor shook his head. "No. Not direct penetration. That’s not allowed in medical advice and would be too immoral. But as a doctor, I will advise at least reaching safe point—at max oral. Since we’re trying unconventional means, the steps must escalate... or we can go through normal surgical procedures but it might turn disturbing..."

Ragini frowned. For a moment she doubted the doctor, but his reasoning made sense. After all, if conventional means worked, she wouldn’t have agreed to the handjob in the first place. The best part was—the doctor didn’t realize it was her, and her secret was still safe.

With a professional tone, the doctor continued as he took back the tablet. "I know it’s a hard decision. I don’t know how you’ll manage it, Mrs. Singhania—spend more money, or get him a girlfriend. Of course, things can be delayed, as many don’t realize it immediately, but it will get complicated in the future. If we hurry up, we might cure him in the process."

He typed something on the screen and handed it back to her. "Many medical experiments have shown this earlier."

Ragini took the tablet. Her eyes were on the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. She liked Rohit—more than she wanted to admit. After everything that had happened, she could feel his love for her, deeply and romantically. But her conscience still held her back.

She often asked herself how it would all end. Would he lose interest and move on to other girls? And what if someone found out about their illicit relationship—would anyone ever accept it?

She could feel her heart had already accepted him, and that terrified her. She was addicted to his assertive closeness, and she knew that crossing the final line would become a point of no return.

The doctor jolted her from her thoughts with his next words. "Are you thinking of ethics? See, Mrs. Ragini, we use surrogate procedures to place another man’s semen in a woman’s womb to bypass maternal complications. Times are not like before. All that matters is curing him and—"

Ragini cut him off, her voice sharp with determination. "I will do it."

The doctor frowned. "What?"

Ragini looked directly into his eyes. "I will find the girl who will do it—no matter the cost. Tell me the details. What scale of observation is needed for diagnosis and treatment."

The doctor nodded in satisfaction and explained the requirements. He also added a clause: Rohit must be brought in this weekend for a minor checkup and consultation.

With that, Ragini left. The doctor ended the recording on his phone.

"No concrete proof yet," he muttered. "But just wait, Mrs. Singhania. The closer you get to him, the easier it will be to trap you both. Then you’ll be mine—and I’ll enjoy every damned second of it in front of your bastard lover."

Recalling her curvaceous figure and captivating beauty, he imagined her perfect lips working on his black shaft, and her eyes watering with the effort and shame, that painted her lush cheeks hollowing out on each stroke.

What a sight it would be, he thought, and a small, filthy smile creased his face. Damn, I am fucking genius.

He leaned back in his chair with a low whisper. "Now do your job, kid. Don’t chicken out now, when the field is all set. And regarding backup.."

an idea popped up, he quickly send telegram message to one of his powerful client,[Mr Mike, we got the candidate, you have been looking for—]