Beneath the White Coat

Sandeep entered his clinic, greeted by the familiar hum of activity. His clinic, located in the heart of the bustling city, was more than just a medical center—it was a testament to his hard-earned reputation. Patients from all walks of life sought him out, some traveling miles to get an appointment. The waiting room was already filled with individuals clutching token numbers. Sandeep acknowledged them with a polite nod and a warm, reassuring smile, his white coat catching the soft light as he strode through
the clinic.

The clinic itself was a reflection of Sandeep’s meticulous nature. It was spacious, with state-of-the-art equipment gleaming under the soft LED lights. The walls were adorned with certificates and accolades that spoke of Sandeep’s accomplishments, each one representing a milestone in his illustrious career. His team of nurses and staff moved efficiently, their respect for Sandeep evident in the way they quickly responded to his presence.

Sandeep walked into his cabin. He closed the door behind him, hung his bag on the hook, and slipped into his lab coat. He reached for his stethoscope, draping it around his neck with practiced ease before sinking into the comfort of his leather chair.

Just as he was settling in, Priya, his assistant doctor, knocked on the door and entered with a gentle smile. She was a vision of youthful grace, her presence immediately brightening the room. At 27, Priya had a natural charm that went beyond her striking appearance. Her curly hair framed her face like a cascade of dark waves, each curls perfectly shaped, drawing attention to her glowing eyes—deep, expressive, and always full of curiosity. Her skin had a soft, golden hue, and her beauty was understated yet undeniable.

Priya had only been working under Sandeep for five months, but in that time, she had already proven herself to be competent and diligent. She had completed her MBBS in China and was eager to learn everything she could from Sandeep before embarking on her own career. To Priya, Sandeep was
more than just a senior doctor—he was her idol, someone she admired not only for his medical expertise but for the calm, collected manner in which he handled even the most stressful situations. She respected him deeply, though at times, that respect felt like it was on the edge of something more for her.

“Good morning, doctor,” Priya greeted with soft smile.

“Good morning, Priya. What have you got for me today?” Sandeep replied.

“We’ve got a few patients today—mostly gastrointestinal problems, regular fevers, throat pain, and a couple of coughs. There’s also one patient with severe chest pain. We need to run further tests on him,” Priya reported efficiently.

“Sounds manageable. Let’s get started. Call token number one,” Sandeep said, leaning back in his chair.

Priya nodded and exited the room. Priya was not just intelligent but also remarkably poised for someone so young. Her beauty had not gone unnoticed by many, including Sandeep’s patients, who often complimented her elegance and professionalism. She dressed modestly but with a certain flair, her clothes always neatly pressed, her figure well-maintained. There was an air of confidence about her, but Sandeep had always maintained a clear professional boundary between them. Despite their friendly rapport, he knew that blurring those lines could complicate their work relationship.

The day continued in its usual rhythm. One by one, patients came in and out, each presenting their ailments, each leaving with a diagnosis or prescription. The clinic was buzzing with activity, and Sandeep’s mind was fully engaged in his work, but as noon approached, the flow of patients began to slow. By 12:15, the waiting room had emptied out, and Sandeep found a rare moment of quiet in his office. He leaned back in his chair, sipping his cup of coffee. Sandeep looked out for his phone. And for the first time that morning, he allowed himself to relax. With a few absentminded swipes, he opened Instagram, scrolling past mundane posts until something made him pause.

A saree draping tutorial.

The video began innocuously enough—a graceful hand gathering the long folds of silk, the fabric a rich shade of maroon. But as the camera zoomed in, his breath hitched. There it was—the model’s navel, perfectly framed by the delicately draped fabric, her waist exposed in all its soft, inviting allure. The curve of her belly drew him in. His eyes locked onto the screen, and for a moment, the world outside his office ceased to exist. The camera lingered on the model’s midriff as she tucked the pallu of her saree into the waistline of her petticoat and Sandeep felt a heat stir inside him. The subtle dips and rises of her abdomen quickened Sandeep’s pulse, His mind wandered back to his boyhood days, those first stirrings of desire as he watched actresses in South Indian movies, their navels peeking out from beneath their sarees in similarly teasing glimpses. It was mainly the South Indian songs that fueled a lifelong desire in him. It was then that his obsession with this part of a woman’s body began, an obsession that had only deepened over time.

The model in the reel arched her body slightly, her belly taking center stage, the camera zooming in on the supple skin around her navel. His eyes traced every line, every contour of her exposed belly. Without realizing it, his hand drifted downward, his fingers grazing the waistband of his trousers, a slow, almost unconscious motion as he watched the video in a daze. A bulge strained against his pants, a physical manifestation of the intense longing that had gripped him. His thoughts became clouded with fantasies, memories of Vrinda, of how her navel used to drive him wild.

Sandeep’s fingers hovered dangerously close to the growing bulge as he whispered to himself, almost inaudibly, “God, that navel…” His body tingled with desire, and every inch of him ached for release, his mind consumed with lustful thoughts of Vrinda’s navel—how it used to look when she wore a saree, how perfectly shaped it was, how he had traced the small mole just above it with his lips, worshiping every inch of her exposed skin. In his mind’s eye, he could see Vrinda standing before him again, her saree
draped low across her hips, her navel peeking out just as seductively as the woman in the reel. The thought of it made his heart pound even harder, his breath ragged with anticipation. His hand, now moving of its own accord, grazed the fabric of his trousers, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. His head was spinning, And just as he was about to give in completely to the sensations washing over him, a knock on the door shattered the moment.

He quickly removed his hand and sat upright, feeling his heart race as the door creaked open. Priya stepped in, holding a stack of papers.

“Doctor, we’ve submitted the order for the new medical equipments from Qatar. The shipment procedure requires your signature,” Priya said, her voice calm, unaware of the tension that had filled the room moments earlier.

Sandeep cleared his throat, his face flushed, trying to maintain his composure, quickly signed the documents. Priya stood close, watching him intently, admiration gleaming in her eyes. She couldn’t help but notice the way Sandeep’s brow furrowed slightly as he focused, his hands steady and sure as they moved across the page.

“Please forward it to the company and keep an eye on the shipment tracking,” Sandeep said, handing her back the papers.

“Of course, doctor,” Priya replied softly before turning to leave, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air as the door clicked shut behind her