Rohit went straight back to his room.
He switched on all the lights, then headed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw a young man—and it reminded him of his revenge.
That's when he lost it.
He clutched his head and screamed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck!"
In frustration, he yanked off his T-shirt while arm wrestling and threw it into the corner.
Looking down, he muttered to himself,
"How could I be so stupid?"
"How did I lose such a chance?"
"How can I chicken out at the main moment?"
Deep down, he knew the truth. Something about all this just didn't feel right. Yes, he had planned it—he used the treatment as an excuse to get closer to her.
He wanted to charm her, to win her over. But things had spiraled emotionally, and now it felt all wrong.
He couldn't stand the idea of being seen as disgusting.
Revenge or not, this wasn't his way. He could be many things—a thug, a flirt, even a pervert—but he wasn't someone who used sex to hurt someone. Not like this.
He carried the scars from his past life. The false accusation of molestation had destroyed everything. It was a lie that never went away, a wound that forced him to leave college and disappear into the world of hacking.
And now in his new life, what was holding him back?
His conscience.
He didn't just want her body. He wanted her to choose him. To want him. To feel something real.
He splashed cold water on his face again, running his wet fingers through his black hair, trying to clear his head.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror and reminded himself of his quest. Maybe it was time to change his strategy.
Then he heard a knock, followed by a familiar voice—only this time, it had a sweet tone.
"Rohit? Are you inside, honey?"
His ears perked up. It was his mother, Ragini. He could vaguely sense her intent from the way she spoke.
He took the towel hanging nearby and opened the door, rubbing his hair as he dropped the towel.
This time, she was wearing a loosely tied night robe around her waist. Her supple breasts were nearly spilling out of her cleavage, and she stood there with a seductive smile.
Just the sight of her gave him an instant hard-on, but he quickly bent down to fix his things. Grabbing a towel from below, he began rubbing his ears as he asked," Why are you here right now?"
She stepped inside softly and placed her hands on his bare chest. "We still need to continue the treatment, honey. You don't need to weigh yourself down with those thoughts. This time will be different."
She leaned in haste and kissed him on the lips.
This time, his towel slipped, and he didn't hold himself back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
He continued kissing her, his lips gently sucked her lips while his hands rested behind her back.
Ragini was caught off guard again. She had only intended to kiss him on the cheek, but due to his slight movement, it landed on his lips. Still, the mistake felt like a blessing.
Her hands rested on his chest as she was kissed passionately.
How long had it been since she was kissed like this? Since someone held her like she mattered?
The feeling was dangerously addictive.
She felt his hands slide down her back and cup her hips with a firm, deliberate squeeze. A jolt of heat rushed through her body,
She liked this feeling of being dominated, her lips parting as he sucked on them, his tongue slipping inside to meet hers, while his hands roamed freely over her body, claiming it without permission, as if he owned every inch of it. Her heartbeat quickened, and a jolt of electricity shot through her.
Before her mind could catch up, her body took over. Her hands wrapped around his back, pulling him closer, searching for the masculine warmth his body radiated.
She was so lost in the kiss that her nails dug into his back. She wanted to hold onto this feeling forever.
But her mind jolted back when she felt his hard bulge pressing against her belly.
Meanwhile, Rohit was on cloud nine. He forgot all his anger, frustration, and worries, leaving them for another time. Right now, he was completely lost in the moment, focused only on their kiss.
The more he pressed against her, the more Ragini's body responded. He could feel her warmth and the growing need between them.
His pants felt tight, like a prison, and though he longed to take things further, he held himself back—wanting to focus on giving her pleasure first.
Her lips were like soft dew, and he savored their sweetness. But he wanted more—he wanted to kiss every inch of her.
Slowly, his hands moved to the edges of her robe, gently unveiling her soft breasts and giving them a tender squeeze as he continued to explore her mouth.
After tasting her mouth, he leaned to kiss her soft cheeks and slid down to her neck.
But then, all of a sudden, he was pushed back.
He was shocked and saw Ragini in shame. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers, which she desperately avoided.
Ragini wrapped her robe tighter, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I… I thought I could. But I can't. Not yet."
He exhaled slowly, nodding. "I understand. I knew this might happen. And it's okay."
She bit her lip, visibly frustrated with herself. But he stepped forward again, not to continue—but to reassure. He touched her shoulder gently, then tilted her chin up to meet his eyes.
"No, I'm sorry," he said with a small smile. "I shouldn't have let things go that far. You've done nothing wrong."
Her eyes softened, and she gave a faint smile in return.
They shared a brief embrace.
Then he gently pushed her back, gesturing toward the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my lady," he said, bending down to pick up the towel. As he turned away, he added, "I still need to dry off before I can sleep."
She remained in place, blocking his way. He wasn't sure how to react, so he simply gave her space, assuming she'd leave on her own.
But Ragini stood there, torn inside. It was her who had crossed the line, her who had lost control. Yet he took the blame and comforted her.
She looked at his broad shoulders. When did he become this dependable?
Then she remembered why she had come. The weight of everything he was going through. The pain he is hiding.
A quiet resolve flickered in her heart. If not her, then no one. She was the only one who could help him.
Without another thought, she loosened her robes, revealing her naked form, and approached him from behind.
Rohit was surprised to feel a pair of warm hands embrace him from behind.
However, his breath hitched when he felt the soft warmth of her body.. the delicate contours of her breasts.. the naked sensation of a feminine body.. hugging him from the back.
It was so close he could picture them without even turning.
Then came the deliberate press of her soft curves… sponge-like, with hardened nipples grazing his back as she tightened her embrace—sending a deep, involuntary shiver down his spine.
This time he didnt saw it coming, but still welcomed it with a crooked smile.
Holding her hands gently, he asked,"Why the sudden change of mind?"
She whispered into his ear, her voice soft and serious, "Because the treatment is still pending…"Her right hand slid down slowly, slipping past the waistband of his pants."I think I can handle it better… this way."
But just as her hand slid lower, Rohit suddenly caught her wrist mid-motion.
His grip was gentle, yet firm. He leaned in, voice low and teasing, "Aren't you crossing the line, nurse?"
Ragini blinked in surprise, but then noticed the mischievous spark in his eyes. A faint smile curled her lips as she caught on to the roleplay.
"Shouldn't you ask your patient before touching him there?" he added, cocking a brow.
Ragini tilted her head coyly and softened her mature voice to match the play that looked more comical to hear "Sir... may I please touch your..thing?"
Rohit gave her a long look, pretending to think. "And why would I let you?"
She pressed her body closer, letting the softness of her breasts graze against him, her lips brushing his jawline, her vagina dripping with wet juices, "For medical purposes, sir," she whispered. "I need to assess your condition... and take note of your responses of stimulation."
Rohit gave a faint nod, his breath hitching. "Fair enough. Permission granted."
Ragini found it hard to bring out his length because of the size, so she simply pulled his pants down all the way.
His fully erect cock pulsed with sensation. It was raw, eager and completely exposed.
She reached from behind, one hand wrapping around him while the other steadied herself on his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Rohit felt a jolt of electricity as her breasts, which had been pressing against his back, now brushed against his hands.
He ached to hold them, to press and suck on her light brown nipples, but he held back—determined not to break the role play. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on the gentle touch of her hands as they moved down to rest on his shaft.
Thanks to his restraint, Ragini was able to push aside her shame and fully embrace the sensation of his hard, bulging thing. She marveled once again at its sheer size as her hands pressed softly against it, savoring the hardness beneath her touch.
She felt that familiar heat coursing through her veins as her hand moved slowly along his length, gliding the foreskin up and down with deliberate care.
Gradually, her pace quickened, each stroke stoking the rising tension.
It was exhilarating—almost playful—as she indulged in the growing anticipation of his release.
Meanwhile, Rohit encountered another problem.
The lingering warmth from her naked body hugging him earlier.. the soft breasts pressing against his hand... and now the gentle sensation of her fingers around him—it was all too much. He was aleady on verge of release.
But he didn't want to give in so easily. Not yet. That would expose his planned situation.
Abruptly, he caught her hands and gently halted her movement.
Trying to buy time and regain control, he asked with a slightly teasing tone,
"Weren't you supposed to be asking questions and taking notes?" he asked, half serious, half teasing.
Ragini was momentarily bewildered, her mind clouded with desire as she recalled the true reason she was there. She had been losing herself again and again in the heat of the moment. But now, jolted by that reminder, she quickly composed herself.
As part of the play, she attempted to ask her first question—but it came out wrong.
"I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, her voice slightly trembling. "I… I was just admiring the size."
Realizing the slip, she immediately let go of him and covered her mouth in embarrassment, her eyes wide with shame. But the moment passed quickly. With a deep breath, she regained her composure and took control of herself once more.
With practiced grace, she reached out again, her fingers confidently curling around his shaft.
"Thank you for your patience," she said in a professional tone, masking her own arousal behind her role. "How are you feeling now, sir?"
Her touch was gentler this time, her pace slower. Rohit smirked, realizing he'd succeeded in slowing her down without saying it outright.
"I feel amazing," he replied with a chuckle. "By the way… what was that about the size?"
Ragini rolled her eyes and pinched his cheek playfully with her free hand. "Stay on topic," she muttered, then added, "Thank you for your response. Would you prefer if I kept this pace?"
"Mmm, yeah… I can feel it better," he replied, voice more like groan now.
Her hands adjusted the speed while he savored the moment; the same was true for Ragini. She was also on the verge of orgasm from just rubbing it.
The little treatment turned out to be a sensual masturbation session, where she jerked his cock at the pace directed by him.
Thanks to their ongoing medical notes, Rohit subtly directed Ragini if he wished to speed up the pace to heighten the tension or slow it down under the pretext that he was missing something, allowing him to calm his release.
The jokes and teases never let the momentum die or get them bored. Her laughs and expressions kept the tension at a heightened peak.
Over time, the constant stimulation built up until he jolted when Ragini suddenly said, "Sir, please give it to me."
The way she said it carried a double meaning that pushed him over the edge—he fired burst after burst against the wall in front of him, the last of it spilling over her hands.
The smell was strong, and her hands were covered in thick, white cum. She looked a bit surprised at how much there was, then a mischievous smile spread across her lips.
Rohit finally collapsed back, drained but satisfied.
Ragini remained standing close, her cheeks flushed and her body lightly quivering as her own juices trickled silently down behind her. Deep inside, a heavy weight seemed to lift from her chest.
Though it had taken time, she felt relieved knowing Rohit could still release — a sign that, with continued treatment, she might be able to heal him herself.
Yet, beneath that relief lingered a quiet spark of anticipation — the thought of doing it again, perhaps even better than before.
Just by sliding her hands along his cock… feeling the heat build and the veins tighten… sensing the moment of release coming… the thick, white semen burst forth, and the sight and feel of it stirred something deep and unspeakable inside her.
She had already been dripping wet with anticipation before, and later, as she rubbed her nipples against his back, she quietly climaxed five times in the process.
There were moments when she wanted to wrap herself completely around him, to lose all restraint—but she held back. Yet, with that final release, something unfamiliar and overwhelming stirred within her.
She looked at him, huffing, with the crooked smile of a thug. Ignoring it, she washed her hands and helped him stand up.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other in heavy silence.
Then, without a word, Rohit reached out and pulled her into a gentle embrace.
Ragini rested her head against his shoulder, her breathing calm but her heart still unsettled. They stayed like that for a while—their relationship turned into something, neither of them had the courage to define.
Eventually, she leaned back and pressed a soft kiss to his lips—brief, quiet, but charged with all the things left unspoken.
She stood up and adjusted her night robe. At the doorway to the bathroom, she paused. Then she turned around—not as the nurse who had always cared for him, but as Ragini Singhania, the woman with control, pride, and walls too high to scale.
"No one should ever know about this… you understand?" she said, her voice tight but controlled.
Then, her lips curled into a faint smile as she added, "Good night, 'son.'"
The final word hung in the air like a stamp of finality. It was a reminder of boundaries she had drawn—for his sake, or maybe for her own.
Rohit watched her disappear down the corridor. He touched his lips, still warm from her kiss, tracing the memory with his fingers.
It wasn't over. He knew that. She craved it, just like he did. But lines had been drawn now—and he would respect them. At least, for now.
"Slowly… but surely," he whispered, the grip of her soft hands on his hard cock still burning fresh in his mind.
A sudden chill crept over his skin—only then did he realize he was still completely naked. He glanced at the clock on the wall: 3:35 AM. They had been in the bathroom for over two hours.
Exhausted and sore, he crawled into bed. Pulling the blanket up to his chest, he closed his eyes. The silence of the night wrapped around him as he quickly sank into dark, dreamless sleep.