Saira’s Milk – Part 2

A week has passed since the last encounter. Saira is still upset about last week’s event, but she cannot blame herself or Sagar. Meanwhile, Sagar also stopped visiting her.

At last, he came. They didn’t talk for a moment.

“I am sorry about last week, I was excited, and it happened in a spurn of the moment,” Sagar says.

“It’s ok, Sagar. I am sorry, too,” Saira replies.

“Why are you sorry? It showed what a good friend you are and how much you care about me.”

Saira Smiles.

Sagar continues, “No offence, I was also kinda enjoyed to have it directly from the source.”

Saira gets uncomfortable and ashamed but also secretly enjoys it.

There is dead silence, and both of them are staring into each other eyes. This is the moment Sagar has been waiting for years. He knows that Saira is vulnerable now. Without wasting any moment, he grabs her and kisses her lips tightly.

Saira was stunned, but she didn’t stop. She gives in and reciprocates the feeling. They both kissed. Sagar wants to take this slow and wants her to trust and control her, so he stops fully.

“I am sorry, Saira, I couldn’t control myself. I love you.”

“What are you saying, Sagar?”

“I couldn’t hide it anymore, Saira, I have been in love with you since our school days, but I didn’t dare to tell you. I have never been in so much pain when you married, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“But Sagar, we are friends!”

“A boy and girl can never be friends for a long time, Saira.”

Saira was silent, and she couldn’t say anything. There is yet another awkward silence.

Sagar stands up, “I understand, Saira. I won’t bother you anymore. I am sorry for everything. You are a good human. I will miss you, and I will never forget you,” and he starts leaving.

“Sagar, wait!” Saira stops him.

He looks at her.

“This is all too much to process now. I don’t know if I can love you as you do. But I don’t want to lose the only person in my life.”

Sagar leaves without saying anything. Saira can’t sleep for the next new days. While these dramas go on one side, her ‘milk’ issue is not resolved. She is leaking more than usual, and all her dresses are drenched. She kept pumping out more milk.

But she noticed something. The night she kissed Sagar. She was normal. There wasn’t much leaking.

She couldn’t wait anymore and wanted to speak with Sagar. She went to the gym he usually hangs out in, and he talked with his buddies. They all stopped talking after seeing Saira. Sagar and Saira move to somewhere private and start talking.

“Everything alright, Saira?”

“Yes, just come to check if you are doing ok?”

“I am fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am. Are we still friends?”

“Of course we are!”

“So, is there something else?” Sagar asks.

“Yes, but I don’t know how to tell.”

“Come on. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“My milk problem, it still hasn’t stopped. I don’t know what to do. It is annoying.”

“I understand, the way you are producing, if I start drinking all, I would explode like a balloon. Ha ha.”

“Come on, Sagar, it’s not a joke.”

“Ok, Ok, I want to lighten you up. I will check if there is any doctor here.”

“Thanks, Sagar.” She left, and Sagar returned to his friends.

One of his friends asks, “What does that milk tanker want?”

All others start laughing.

“Nothing, she is still leaking, and I need to take her to some doctor,” Sagar replies.

“Where are you going to take her?” one from the group asks.

“I am planning to take her to Dr Santosh.”

“Him? You know he is a fake doctor, right?” one guy says.

“Not just that, he is a tharki pervert,” another guy interrupts.

“Haven’t you owed him some money?” another guy asks.

“Maybe I can help. I can drink all her milk, and wow, her boobs, I will squeeze it so tight, and there won’t be any milk left,” another guy says and laugh.

“I know, I already spoke with him, and we have a plan,” Sagar says, and all start laughing.

Sagar arrives at Saira’s house on his bike and asks her to hop in. He purposely drives through the places where all his friends can see him. He is taking her so to make all of them jealous and reaches the hospital.

It’s not really a hospital. It’s just a small house converted into a hospital. There were not many people there. And they walked in directly. Dr Santosh and his assistant were only there. Saira explained her condition, and he pretended he had heard this for the first time.

“So, Saira, your condition is rare, and I have experience dealing with cases like this, don’t worry.”

“Thanks, doc.”

“Can you remove your burkha and lie on the bed?”

Saira looks at Sagar as if she is shy. Sagar asks her to comply with his eyes.
Saira was wearing salwar kameez and lay on the bed. The dress is very tight.
Doc takes the stethoscope and puts it on her stomach, then below the neck, and just on the boobs.

“Now, I am going to check. Tell me if you feel any pain?”

He puts his hands on her stomach and asks if there is any pain. She says no. He touches all over her stomach and hips, and he touches her left boob. Saira is in shock, but he is a doctor, so she doesn’t protest.

“Any pain here?”

“No, doc.”

He presses it slightly, and milk comes.

“Oh,” the Doctor sighs.

Saira is concerned and humiliated.

“Is everything all right, doctor?”

“Please come and sit.”

Saira is very worried, and Sagar asks, “What happened, doctor?”

“It is what I suspected.”

“What is this, doctor?” Saira asks.

“You have lactonyetorgasmo.”

“What is that, doctor?” Sagar asks.

“It’s a rare disease. One in 3 million women has this, and no medical cure exists. Can I ask you some personal questions, Saira?”

“Sure, doc.”

“When was the last time you had sex?”

Saira’s face turns red in embarrassment. “It’s been more than 3 years.”

“Oh, that’s the reason. The main reason for this disease is lack of orgasm.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell your husband,” he looks at Sagar, “You should have regular sex with your wife.”

“Doctor, she is not my wife. I am her friend, and she has no husband.”

“Oh, ok. I am sorry. There are few things you can do.”

“What’s that, doctor?” Saira asks.

“1st, stop wearing a tight dress like this. Wear sarees and don’t wear a bra.”

Saira couldn’t understand what was happening. How can someone talk like this? But he is a doctor, so she is kind of ok with it.

“Ok, doctor.”

“When wearing a saree, ensure you don’t cover everything.”

“I don’t understand, doctor.”

“I mean, you have a Vitamin-D deficiency. You need to get more sunlight, especially in your tummy and breast, so wear a saree.”

“But doctor, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Don’t be shy. It’s for health reasons. Also, what’s wrong, you even look like actress Zeenat Aman, wear a dress like her.”

Doctor and Sagar give a mental high five.

“There is one more thing, and it is very important,” the Doctor continues.

“What’s that, Doctor?”

“Since you are single, you should masturbate every day.”

“Doctor, what the hell are you saying?” Saira lost it and shouted.

“Why are you shouting? It’s a hospital. Do you want to be cured or not? It’s the treatment. If you don’t do it, you will leak more and die in 3 years.”

“What are you saying, doctor?” Sagar interrupts.

“Yes, it’s very serious. If she doesn’t stop the leak, she will lose all her immunity, and it’s very dangerous.”

“Ok, Doctor. Thanks for the advice. I will talk to her.”

Sagar and Saira left. While driving back, none of them spoke, and they reached the house.

“So, Saira, what did you decide?”

“I don’t know, Sagar.”

“He did not ask you to kill anybody.”

“But I don’t know how to do that, and I have never done that before?”

“What the hell are you saying?”

“It’s true, Sagar.”

“You know what, I will teach you.”

“But I am shy. We are friends.”

“Enough already, Saira. I am not offering to finger yourself. You know what? Go to hell, I helped you a lot, and this is the gratitude you are showing.”

Saira stops him, “No, Sagar, I did not mean that. I don’t want to do it wrong and am shy to do it with you.”

“Ok, I will find a way.”