In the sweltering heat of a Delhi summer evening, Dr. Arjun Chatterjee found himself captivated by the enchanting vision of his newest patient, Leila Singh. She was a stunning brunette with long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her full, perfect lips beckoned to be kissed.
Leila was a woman of refined taste and beauty, with an air of mystique that only added to her allure. Her luscious, full breasts were barely contained by her sari, and her hips swayed seductively as she walked. Arjun could hardly contain his desire for her.
Despite his initial attraction, Arjun knew he had to maintain a professional demeanor. After all, Leila had come to him seeking help for a persistent pain in her lower back. He couldn’t let his lust for her cloud his judgment as a doctor.
But as he examined her, his hands lingering on her soft, warm skin, he found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but her beauty. Leila, too, seemed to be enjoying the attention, her breath hitching as his fingers gently probed the tender muscles of her back.
Finally, Arjun could take it no longer. He leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, and whispered, “Leila, I know this may seem unprofessional, but I cannot deny the attraction I feel towards you. Would you allow me to show you my true desires?”
