Riya Sharma was a simple 23-year-old girl. She worked in an office, wore simple clothes, and liked to keep to herself. That day, she wore her favorite light pink kurti with white leggings. She had her hair open in simple side partition and looked neat and sweet.
Like every month, she went to visit her gynaecologist, Dr. Sarita Mishra, for a regular check-up. Dr. Sarita was an elderly lady, very kind and gentle. Riya liked her a lot because she made her feel safe and comfortable. She had been going to her for almost a year and never had any problems.
But today, something was different.
When Riya reached the clinic, the receptionist smiled and said,
"Dr. Sarita is not in town. Her daughter, Dr. Kavya Mishra, will see the patients today."
Riya blinked. Wait… what?!
Kavya Mishra? Oh no. Not her.
Riya had seen Kavya a few times before—once outside the washroom, once while leaving the clinic. And every time she saw her, she got nervous. Kavya was very beautiful. She had long, curly hair, glowing skin, and walked like a model. She looked confident and smart. Just looking at her made Riya feel weird butterflies in her stomach.
And now this beautiful woman was going to check her... down there?
Riya felt her cheeks turn red.
"No, no. It's just a check-up. Why am I getting nervous?" she thought.
"She's a doctor. This is her job. Don't be stupid, Riya."
But her heart was beating fast, and she suddenly felt hot. She even thought about leaving the clinic and skipping the appointment. But she had already booked it, and it would be rude to cancel now.
So, she quietly sat on the bench outside the room, waiting for her turn.
Her legs were shaking a little. Her hands felt sweaty.
"Just relax," she told herself.
"She's not going to flirt with you. She'll just ask normal questions and do a check-up like her mother."
But Riya's brain was acting crazy.
She started thinking about Kavya's hands… her voice… her eyes.
"Why am I thinking like this?!" she panicked.
She shook her head and whispered, "Stop it, Riya. You are not in a movie."
She looked around and saw a little girl staring at her.
Riya gave her a nervous smile and looked away.
To calm herself, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling randomly. But she wasn't reading anything. Her mind was full of silly thoughts.
Then the Receptionist said,
"Riya Sharma? It's your turn."
Riya's name was called, and her heart skipped a beat.
She slowly stood up, trying to act normal, but her legs felt like jelly. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the room—and there she was.
Dr. Kavya Mishra.
She looked stunning.
She wore a red shirt tucked neatly into black formal pants, her white doctor's coat over her shoulders. Her curly hair was tied back, but a few soft strands had escaped and danced near her cheek. She was standing by her desk, reading a file with total focus.
Riya's breath caught for a second.
Kavya looked up, gave a small polite smile to hee, and said in a soft and professional tone,
"Hello, Riya. Please come in and take a seat."
Riya gave a nervous smile and sat down, but her cheeks were already burning. Her eyes flicked away quickly, unable to hold Kavya's gaze.
Kavya glanced down at her pad and said,
"I see you're a regular patient of my mom. And this is just your monthly routine check-up, right?"
Riya nodded quickly, her voice a soft whisper,
"Yes…"
Everything seemed normal. Calm. Professional. But Riya's heart wasn't listening. It was pounding loud, as if warning her: Trouble ahead.
After a moment, Kavya looked up and said casually,
"Alright, Riya. Please remove your bottom clothes and lie down on the check-up bed. I'll start the examination."
Her tone was neutral, gentle… doctor-like.
But Riya froze.
Her fingers twitched on her lap. She felt heat crawling up her neck, her mind screaming: I can't do this… she's too attractive… what if she notices I'm nervous?
Kavya noticed her hesitation and looked up, her eyes warm and kind. Still professional, but there was a tiny playful smile on her lips.
"Don't worry," she said gently.
"It's just a normal routine check-up. Nothing to stress about, alright?"
Riya swallowed hard and gave a small nod, then slowly stood up and removed her leggings and underwear. Her hands were trembling. She lay down on the bed, trying to cover herself a little, her heart racing like mad.
And then…
Kavya pulled on her gloves, the soft snap making Riya flinch slightly. She walked over and sat on a small stool near Riya's legs. Her eyes were focused, calm. She gently positioned Riya's knees, her gloved hands cool against Riya's skin.
Riya felt a jolt.
It was just a light touch. Purely professional.
But Kavya's fingers were smooth, her movements slow and confident. Her touch wasn't rough—it was firm, careful, and… almost tender.
She gently placed her hands on Riya's inner thighs to adjust the position. The gloves were cool, but her touch was soft, gentle. There was no rush, no awkwardness. Just slow, careful movements like she had done this a hundred times.
But Riya… oh, poor Riya.
Kavya leaned closer, her curly hair falling slightly forward, her face serious and concentrated. The scent of her faint perfume reached Riya—something soft and floral.
Riya bit her lip.
The touch was clinical… but her body didn't care.
With every gentle press and glide of Kavya's fingers, Riya felt herself grow warmer—her breath catching, her thighs tensing. Her mind told her relax, but her body was reacting on its own. She felt her core heating up, a slow ache blooming inside her.
"No… don't do this… it's just a check-up…" she thought, flustered beyond words.
But the truth was clear—
Riya was getting wet.
Riya wanted the ground to open and swallow her.
She had never been this embarrassed in her life. Her skin burned, and not just from the doctor's touch—it was the awareness, the tension, the warmth spreading between her legs that made everything so much worse.
She could feel it. She was wet.
And she knew—there was no way Dr. Kavya Mishra wouldn't notice.
With a small, trembling voice, she whispered,
"Umm… how long will this take?"
Kavya didn't look up. Her voice stayed calm and professional, but… there was something slightly different in her tone. Something Riya couldn't quite ignore.
"Just five minutes. I need to perform a finger test," she said, adjusting her gloves.
Riya sat up quickly, cheeks redder than a tomato.
"Is it really necessary? Your mom never did that for routine check-ups…"
Kavya finally looked at her—face still serious, but a light pink blush touched her cheeks. She tried to keep her tone even as she gave a small explanation, mentioning medical reasons and guidelines, Which Riya barely understood.
Then, with a playful yet firm look in her eyes, she said,
"And between us… who's the doctor here?"
Riya's lips parted slightly, stunned and blushing even harder.She didn't answer. She just lay back down slowly, eyes fluttering shut. She couldn't bear to look. Her whole body was trembling with anticipation and something she didn't want to name yet.
Her heart was pounding. She didn't know what she was more afraid of—being touched, or liking it too much.
The moment Kavya's gloved fingers brushed her lower region, Riya gasped. Softly. Sharply. Her back arched slightly, involuntarily.
She wanted to die.
She wanted to live in this moment forever.
Kavya entered her slowly—her touch careful, delicate, almost reverent. Riya bit down on her lip hard, trying to suppress every little sound that threatened to escape her.
But she couldn't help it.
Her body reacted.
She was soaking. Her thighs clenched. Her head spun.
It wasn't supposed to feel this good.
And then—Kavya's finger curled, pressing deeper inside, hitting something that made Riya moaned.
Loudly.
Her eyes snapped open in horror—what had she just done?!—and what she saw made her heart stop.
It wasn't a doctor anymore.
Not really.
Kavya was still kneeling between her legs, but her gaze—oh God, that gaze—it held something raw. Something real.
Her eyes were dark with want.
Desire.
Kavya suddenly pulled her hand away, stood up, and walked over to her with quiet intensity. Riya didn't move. Couldn't. Her heart was beating too fast, her breath coming in soft, desperate gasps.
Kavya bent down, her face so close Riya could feel her breath.
"I know this is very unprofessional," she whispered, her voice deep and husky, "but you… you're worth it."
And then, before Riya could even think—Kavya kissed her.
And Riya—sweet, shy, overwhelmed Riya—kissed back.
It was hungry. Clumsy. Filled with so much feeling that it made her toes curl.
Kavya removed her gloves without breaking the kiss and entered her again—this time bare. Skin to skin.
Riya moaned into her mouth, clutching at her coat, her blouse, anything she could reach, as they moved together, kissed, tangled in each other.
It was slow. Deep. Messy. Beautiful.
Riya moaned softly as they kept kissing. They moved together, their bodies tangled, until Riya came undone, her moans filling the room.
Fifteen minutes later, the clinic was silent again.
Kavya was sitting at her desk, focused on her file, scribbling notes like nothing had happened. Her expression calm… but Riya could see the light blush still lingering on her cheeks.
Riya sat quietly across from her, her own face still pink, her heart still fluttering. She Could still feel the leftover heat between them.
She waited for Kavya to say something. Anything.
Then finally, Kavya looked up. Their eyes met. And for a second, time paused.
Kavya cleared her throat and said professionally,
"Everything looks fine down there. I've written your prescription. Just… come again next month."
But there was a smirk playing on her lips now. A secret one.
Riya took the paper silently, fingers trembling. She waited… hoping Kavya would say something more. But she didn't.
Riya felt a little tug in her chest. Was it really just for that moment? A mistake? A one-time thing?
She stood up sadly and walked to the door.
Her hand touched the knob.
And that's when she heard her.
"I've noticed you before."
Her heart stopped. She turned around slowly, eyes wide, confused and hopeful.
Kavya stood up and walked over, her eyes soft.
"I've seen you before, Riya. Many times. You were always so quiet, so sweet… so beautiful. I always thought you were really cute."
She paused, then added with a small smile,
"If you're thinking this was a one-time thing… it's not. I want to see you again."
Kavya gently took Riya's hand and turned over the prescription paper.
Her personal number was written on the back.
Riya's eyes widened. Her heart bloomed. She looked up at Kavya, unable to hold back her smile.
With a shy giggle, she leaned in and gave the doctor a small kiss on her cheek.
"I'll call you tonight," she whispered.
Then she walked out of the room, out of the clinic—and into the sunshine.
As Riya stepped into the street, her heart felt like a warm little lantern glowing in her chest.
She came today for a normal check-up. Just routine. Just like always.
But somehow, her entire world shifted.
That small moment… that unexpected kiss… those eyes that saw her…
Everything felt magical.
She held the prescription paper tight in her hands. Not for the medicine—but for the number written on the back.
And for the first time in a long time, she smiled so big, her cheeks hurt.
Because something told her—this was just the beginning.