The morning light filtered through the carved jaali windows, scattering honey-colored patterns over the stone floor. The house smelled faintly of sandalwood and neem oil — the way it always did when Vijay prepared his medicines. Tara sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers fidgeting the end of her dupatta. She had never liked to speak of her discomfort, but her father-in-law’s quiet concern had sounded almost paternal, almost safe.

“It happens every month, you say?” Vijay’s voice was measured, patient — the tone of a healer. “Pain this sharp is not common in one so young.”

Tara nodded quickly, eyes lowered. “Yes, Papaji . Sometimes I can hardly stand straight.”

He made a soft sound, part sigh, part thought. “Then we must fix it before it becomes worse. These things, if ignored, can cause harm later.”

She looked up at him then, startled. “Harm?”

“Nothing too serious,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Just an imbalance. I’ll prepare a herbal paste. And afterward… a proper oil therapy will help your body regain its rhythm.”

Her brows drew together, uncertain. “Like a massage?”

“Yes,” he said. “Ayurvedic treatment. For relief and balance.”

Tara believed him. Of course she did — he was a vaid, a man everyone in the town came to for healing. When he spoke of illness, people listened. When he offered remedies, they trusted his hands more than their own gods.

By noon, the room was heavy with the scent of sesame and camphor. The rhythmic sound of the pestle striking the mortar echoed softly through the courtyard. tara waited near the small wooden table, watching the oil warm over the flame. It gleamed like liquid gold, catching the light that spilled from the courtyard door.

She felt shy but comforted by his calmness. He spoke of the body as if it were a fragile instrument, something to be tuned, balanced, restored. She didn’t understand much — the words about doshas and energy — but she nodded anyway.

When he applied the oil to her wrist first, to test the warmth, she smiled a little at the strangeness of it. The oil was warm, silky, and smelled faintly of tulsi.

“See?” he said, watching her expression. “Nothing to fear.”

She nodded again. “No, Papaji. It feels… soothing.”

Outside, the neem leaves rustled against the windows. Inside, time seemed to slow — thick as the oil that glistened in the brass bowl. Tara did not notice the pause in his breath, nor the way his gaze lingered a moment longer than it should have. Vijay’s voice broke the silence –

“Tara, go lay on your back. I’ll have to massage your body with this special oil. Also remove your blouse and petticoat, any kind of clothes will interrupt the healing process.”

Hearing Vijay’s words Tara's eyes widened in alarm. But papaji! How can I ?? I mean...... is it necessary to remove the clothes? Can’t I keep them on??

Vijay feeling a bit of annoyance told her – “ Tara, how I am suppose to massage you with your clothes on? A vaid’s duty is to heal, beta. The body must be trusted to the healer’s hand. Only then can it be restored.”

Trusting her father in laws words Tara slowly but hesitantly started to remove her clothes. She removed her saree first then her blouse and petticoat. Seeing his plan working a wave of shrill shot through Vijay. Watching Tara getting naked in front of his eyes he felt a wave of desire pooled in his groin area.

As Tara laid on the bed, her round and perky breast heaved up and down following her breath pattern. Her nipples perked up as if wanting to be touched. Vijay not wanting to wait anymore poured a generous amount of warm oil directly into Tara’s erect nipples. Tara shocked by the sudden sensation gasped lowly. Vijay thrilled by her reaction started to massage her breasts slowly, while deliberately playing, pulling and pinching her nipples and making her moan. His hand lingered longer than necessary as if his daughter in laws nipples are his favorite playthings.

Authors Note –

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