The Bad Doctor
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by DesiDreamer · August 24, 2025

IN PICS: APARAJITA | CONTRIBUTED BY: RS 619 (TELEGRAM)
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Only two people had called her Appu – her dad and Dev. It was actually Deven, but everyone called him Dev.

Aparajita had seduced the innocent village boy – the topper in his state and the brightest student in class – in the very first month. She hoped the combination of beauty and brains would help them both. She expected his brilliance to rub off on her academics and her ambition to give his life a purpose.

When they broke up after dating for just a few weeks, it was ugly. She accused him of lacking ambition, being stuck in the past, a male chauvinistic pig and a few other unspeakable choice names.

He listened silently for a while before quietly picking up his backpack and walking out of her place slamming the door behind him. With the simple act, he expected to walk out of her life, but neither of them knew how pivotal a role they would both be playing in each other’s lives in the years to come.

The Ugly Climb Up The Ladder

“You have failed again,” Dr Vishal Singh, the Dean boomed, “you do not attend classes, spend more time partying than studying and now this,” he said waving her exam papers at her.

She stood, head bowed. Her mind working overtime. She had to wiggle her way out of this situation.

“If your father wasn’t such a respected industrialist, you would never even have got admission here. If somehow you did, you would have got thrown out long before now. What am I to do with you?”

“Punish me sir,” she said looking up for the first time. The invitation in her eyes was unmistakable. She walked over to his desk and bent forward.

Lifting her skirt above her hips, she let him feast his eyes on her creamy butt cheeks that her g-string panties was wedged inside, “spank me sir.”

Dr Singh’s eyes widened, taken aback but excited. He cleared his throat, “I don’t think a spanking is going to cut it?” he said, his hands caressing her creamy butt cheeks, naked lust in his eyes.

“Punish me the way you want to Sir,” she purred, “I have been a bad girl and I deserve to be punished.”

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and smacking her ass. The sound of his palm on her skin echoed in the large office. She didn’t flinch, instead, she pushed her butt out more, eager for more.

He spanked her again, harder this time. And again. And again. Red welts were starting form on her butt cheeks.

Before the next smack, he pulled her panties down to her knees.

Spreading her butt cheeks wide, he stared at her butt hole and the shaved pussy that was being served on a platter for him to enjoy.

“The punishment you deserve is much worse than spankings,” he said a finger sliding into the folds of her pussy.

She let out a soft moan that ended as the next smack landed on her butt.

Through the next few smacks, his finger moved in and out of her.

Stopping abruptly, he walked around his desk and sat in his leather chair. “Come here” he said, unbuckling his belt with one hand while he licked her wetness off the finger that had been inside her. She turned to face him, her skirt still hiked up, panties bunched around her knees.

He didn’t have to spell it out. Just the sight of the bulge in his pants told her what she had to do. Unzipping his pants, she pulled out his semi-hard cock.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked onto hers. She could see the hunger in them, the raw desire that she loved to see in men. It made her feel powerful, in control.

She stroked him slowly at first, her thumb tracing the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking from him. He groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. She smiled, her confidence growing.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. He pulled her closer, his cock now fully hard, waiting for her.

She didn’t waste any time, she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. He let out a low growl, his hips moving slightly, fucking her mouth gently. She took him deeper, her lips tight around his shaft, her head bobbing up and down.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hand gripping her hair tighter.

He thrust his hips, fucking her mouth harder. She took it all, her throat accommodating him.

Once again, he abruptly stopped and pulled out of her mouth. He made her strip completely naked while he stared and stroked his hardness.

“On the desk,” he commanded. Meekly, she bent forward on the desk and spread her legs wide apart for him.

He ran his hands over her bare ass, tracing the red welts from the spanking. He teased her pussy lips with his fingers, feeling how wet she was.

“You’re so ready for me,” he groaned, rubbing his cock against her wetness.

“Yes, Sir,” she purred, pushing her hips back against him, “I am ready for all the punishment you want to give me.”

He chuckled, grabbing a condom from his desk drawer and ripping it open with his teeth, he sheathed himself, then guided his cock to her entrance.

In one thrust, he was inside her. She yelped, more in surprise than anything else. There was nothing gentle about him. This was punishment after all.

He gripped her hips tightly, his nails digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her. She gritted her teeth, the painful pleasure of his cock filling her, the sharp sting of his nails grounding her.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You like being punished.”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to gasp out, her breath coming in short bursts.

He slapped her ass again, a sharp smack that left a print on her skin. She cried out, the pain shooting through her, causing her pussy to clench around his cock.

He groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, his voice low and primal, grabbing an armful of her hair, he yanked her head back and hissed in her ear, “You belong to me.”

She didn’t respond, her body focused on the sensations coursing through her. The pain, the pleasure, it was all too much. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tensing in anticipation.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough.

He reached around and circled her clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to send her over the edge. She cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He groaned, his hips moving faster, chasing his own release. “That’s it, yes, come all over my cock,” he hissed, his grip on her hair tightening.

As she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, he let out a low growl and stilled inside her. She could feel him pulsing, his cock throbbing as he came.

Aparaajita let out a soft moan, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. As he pulled out of her, she turned to face him, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Well, well, well,” he said, a smug grin on his face as he straightened his clothes. “That was a… unique approach to improving your grades.”

She smirked, running a finger over her lips. “I do my best work outside the classroom, Professor.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve earned your A’s this time. But there won’t be a condom to protect you next time. So you better do better.”

She made a show of putting on her clothes, his eyes fixated on her every move. Picking up her corrected papers from the desk, she thanked him.

“Now out, before I decide to punish you again. Remember what I said about the condoms and do better.”

She stopped at the door before opening it, “I hate condoms sir.” She said and walked out of the room.

Sweetening The Deal

The conference room was a stark, sterile space, dominated by a long, polished table that seemed to stretch out endlessly under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights. The scent of expensive cologne and perfume hung heavy in the air, a heady mixture that did little to disguise the underlying tension that permeated the room. A large screen on the far wall displayed the hospital’s logo.

Aparajita, sat next to her father, Vikram Soni, one of the country’s leading industrialists.

Across the desk sat the members of the board—the Dean, Dr Iyer, Dr Mehta, Dr Jacob and Dr Irani.”

She was dressed in a tight, figure hugging dressed that ended mid-thigh, her long hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was the epitome of sexy innocence, a look she had perfected over the years.

Vikram handed a check to Dr. Vishal Singh, the Dean of the medical school. Aparajita watched as he took it, his eyes widening at the unimaginable sum. “For the future of the institution,” he stated, his tone flat. There was no pride, only resignation laced with a deep-seated weariness. “With the understanding,” he added, his gaze finally flicking to Aparajita, cold and sharp, “that certain… pathways… remain clear.”

The Dean leaned forward, his eyes locked on the check, then lifting to Vikram. “Mr. Soni, your generosity is, as always, staggering. The advancement of medical knowledge thanks to families like yours…”

Vikram didn’t let Dr Single finish his sentence as he pushed his chair back, the legs scraping harshly on the parquet floor. “If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen. Business calls, even at this hour.” Turning to Aparajita, he said, “see me to the door will you?”

“This is the last time I am bailing you out Appu,” he hissed at her in a hushed voice before slamming the door behind him. Aparajita stood there listening to the tick-tock of her father’s receding foot steps.

She turned around once she couldn’t hear them anymore.

She looked at the men facing her. The Dean, the first of the men to have fucked her. He had used a condom only the first time. He’d order her to his room whenever he needed a release and she’d leave his office with his cum leaking out of her pussy.

Then there was Dr. Iyer, the Chief of Surgery, himself an old lecher who preferred the backdoor. ‘No risk of pregnancy this way’ he’d told her the first time he’d creamed her ass.

Dr Mehta had called her to his office one day and proceeded to force himself on her. No words said, no pretense, no protection. When he was done flooding her pussy full of his seed, he sneered at her, “don’t even think of complaining. I know what happens in the Dean’s office during the hours you spend there.”

On another day, when Dr Mehta had called her to his office, Dr Jacob was there, the two men naked, waiting for her. They had fucked her together, one in the pussy and the other in the ass.

Dr Irani, she actually had to seduce and he had never gone past letting her give him a blowjob and watching her swallow his load. Maybe today will be different she thought.

She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one button at a time, her eyes never leaving the men across from her. She slowly walked towards the conference room. By the time the blouse was fully unbuttoned, she had perched herself on the conference table.

Hoisting her legs on the table, she lifted her skirt up to her hips, letting them see that she had nothing underneath.

“Now that the business is done,” she said, “should we celebrate with some fun?”

The “Fun” lasted little over an hour. She left the conference room with five naked, sweat-soaked old men panting heavily, a little of each of their cum inside her mouth, ass or pussy.

She was sore, her body ached with used exhaustion but she wore a smirk on her face.

The Plot Thickens

Dr. Iyer stood in his office, the scent of antiseptic and the faint hum of the hospital’s ventilation system enveloping him. The room was a small sanctuary of brown leather and dark wooden shelves, a stark contrast to the stark white corridors outside. He was a man of late-middle-age, his hair silvered at the temples, a small paunch resting against his belt. His eyes, though, were sharp and alert, missing nothing.

The knock on the door was soft, almost hesitant. He smiled, knowing who it was. “Come in, Aparajita,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he said getting off his chair, walking around and sitting on the edge of the desk facing her. “I don’t get to see much of you since your graduation. What brings you to this old man’s office today princess?”

“I was wondering if you had given my surgical residency request any thought.” She asked stepping into the room and making a show of locking it from the inside.

“Given it thought,” he said thoughtfully, “I certainly have. But I haven’t made any decision yet. I am not sure I would want you as my surgeon if I was a patient.” Dr. Iyer said, his eyes scanning Aparajita’s body lingeringly.

“Oh, come on, Sir.” Aparajita said, her voice a low purr. “You can’t deny the fact that I am good with my hands.”

She walked closer to him, her hips swaying, the click of her heels against the hardwood floor punctuating each step. She stopped in front of him, so close that he could smell the scent of her perfume. She placed a hand on his thigh, slowly sliding it up his leg, her fingers inching closer to his crotch.

“And, if I become a surgeon,” she added in a whisper, “my sweet ass — as you used to call it — will belong to your department, won’t it?” Dr. Iyer let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. “You always know how to play your cards, don’t you?”

Aparajita smirked, her hand now cupping his growing bulge. “And with that, I think it’s time I seal the deal,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr.

She pushed him gently, making him lie back on the desk. She moved between his legs, her eyes locked onto his. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his semi-hard cock.

He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her thumb tracing the tip, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking from him.

She moved closer, her breath hot on his cock as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of him, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

He let out a low groan, his hips moving slightly, fucking her mouth gently.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned and pushed her off his cock. Bending her over his desk, he lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down in one swift motion.

He didn’t waste any time, he spit on his palm, then rubbed it on his cock, using it as lube. He then spat on her asshole and pushed his cock into her.

Aparajita yelped, the sudden intrusion sending a sharp pain through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to relax her muscles as he pushed deeper.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He pulled out slightly before slamming back in, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, “I missed fucking your sweet ass.”

The pain started to subside, replaced by a dull ache that was almost enjoyable.

She took deep breaths, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as Dr. Iyer began to pick up his pace. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with his grunts and her soft moans.

Aparajita looked up, her eyes meeting the framed photograph of Dr. Iyer and his wife on his desk. The stark contrast between the scene playing out and the smiling couple in the photo was not lost on her. She smirked, a sense of power surging through her.

Dr. Iyer’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace becoming more erratic.

Aparajita bit her lip, a small smile playing on her lips. She braced herself as he began to move even faster, his cock slamming into her ass with a force that made her teeth rattle.

She could feel him trembling, could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was close, she knew. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, giving him permission to fuck her as hard as he wanted.

“That’s it, Sir,” she purred, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck my ass. Come inside me. Give me your cum.”

Dr. Iyer threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, his cock pulsing inside her.

Meanwhile, in another part of the hospital, a completely different drama was playing out.

Dev paced the staff cafeteria. Dr Rajiv Poddar was pouring himself his twenty-thousandth cup of coffee, Dr Anya Khanna say at the table next to Jasmine Kurup, a senior nurse in hospital. Next to her sat Dr Raghav Subramanian and Dr Dr Farokh Merchant — all senior residents, with Jasmine being the only nurse present.

They were worried. Aparajita’s intentions of changing track and becoming a surgical resident had them all worried.

It was one thing to order elaborate tests for simple common cold, or making patients wait while she shopped online. Even her terrible bedside manner was little more than annoying.

But if she became a surgeon, disaster wasn’t far away. “I can’t believe we’re even discussing this,” Dev said, running a hand through his dark hair. “She’s a menace, and we all know it. She’s going to kill someone if we let her near an operating table.”

Jasmine nodded in agreement, her dark eyes filled with concern. “She’s reckless, careless, and she doesn’t care about anyone but herself. But what can we do really? Her daddy has all but funded this hospital and she has the Dean wrapped around her pinky.”

Rajiv grunted, “The Dean thinks with his dick around her.” That she had slept her way to her current position was no secret. The gossip around the hospital was that the Dean was still boning her, given the hours she spent in his office a couple times a week.

“We can’t do nothing guys,” Anya spoke up for the first time. There has to be a way to expose her.

“I agree, she has to go,” Dev said.

He looked around the table, meeting each set of eyes. “We need hard evidence, of things that can’t be ignored.”

Jasmine nodded, her fingers tapping nervously on the table. “I can start documenting her mistakes.”

“Yes!” Farokh chimed in, “we can all keep our eyes peeled and start building a paper trail. With her track record, we will have all the evidence we need in no time.”

“What about her medical records?” Anya suggested. “Have we checked if she’s been prescribing the wrong meds or making mistakes there?”

“Good idea,” Jasmine said, “I can access those. I’ll see if I can find anything suspicious.”

Dev nodded, “But we need to be careful. If she finds out we’re digging into her past, she might try to destroy evidence or even frame us.”

Rajiv let out a sigh, “I know. But we can’t just stand by and watch her wreak havoc. She’s a ticking time bomb and we all know it.”

The group strategized at length, roles were assigned and by the time they dispersed, they had a plan and worry was replaced with determination. Change was coming.

The Failed Attempts

Aparajita lay sprawled on the rumpled sheets of the hospital’s on-call room, her body slick with sweat, her breaths coming in short gasps. She had Dr. Raghav Subramanian’s cock in her mouth Dr. Farokh Merchant drilled her pussy.

His hips moved in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the small room, echoing off the sterile walls.

Aparajita moaned around Dr. Raghav’s cock, her mouth filled with its length. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, could feel the heat of him radiating through her. She looked up at him, locking eyes with him as she bobbed her head up and down.

Dr. Raghav groaned, his hands tangle in her hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck yeah!” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Suck my cock, just like that.”

Farokh chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening as he fucked her harder. “You love it, don’t you?” he said, his voice a low growl. “You love being the center of attention, having two men fuck you at the same time.”

Aparajita moaned in response, her body tensing as the pleasure built inside her.

She had noticed the furtive looks and hushed conversations that fell silent the moment she walked into a room. She knew something was cooking and these two were at the center of it. What better way to squash whatever was cooking than the time tested method that never failed her.

Seducing them was easy. The prospect of taking her together was too irresistible for the best friends. Today, she would seal the deal. She would win again. Whatever they were planning would disappear faster than their cum disappeared inside.

She smirked around Dr. Raghav’s cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. She knew how to play men, knew how to make them putty in her hands.

“Faster,” Dr. Raghav commanded, his voice thick with desire. His grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving faster, fucking her mouth with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Aparajita could feel her jaw starting to ache, but she didn’t complain. She knew that this was the way to get what she wanted.

She heard Dr Merchant roar and explode inside her pussy, she felt his thick cum flood her depths. Moments later, she almost gagged as Dr Rahav’s cum flooded her mouth.

She swallowed all she could, the taste bitter and slightly salty. She closed her eyes and lay still. She knew she had them right where she wanted them. She had managed to squash, at least for now, whatever they were planning against her. She couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Where are the twin doctors?” Dev asked, looking around the cafeteria that had become their regular place to meet and discuss progress on their plans.

“No idea,” Anya said, “I haven’t been able to get them to share any updates. They seem to just avoid discussing her.”

“Can’t blame them for safeguarding their careers now, can we?” Rajiv chimed in.

“He’s right,” Dev agreed, “to each his own. It’s not like we have had any luck anyway. When I took her misdiagnosis to the dean, he dismissed it as a junior resident’s inexperience and learning curve, advising me to mentor her.” Dev sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Jasmine nodded grimly. “I’ve seen her make mistakes, but she always wiggles her way out of it. I have no idea how she does it.”

“She has her daddy’s money and the dean’s cock, what more does she need?” Rajiv said exasperated.

“I think it’s more than that,” Anya said, looking thoughtful. “Think about it. With even 1% of her mistakes, any other doctor would have been kicked out long ago. She has to have more than the Dean in her pocket.” Dev agreed, “There’s something else, something we’re missing. She’s like a cockroach, always finds a way to survive.”

Jasmine nodded, her eyes narrowing as she thought. “You’re right, Dev. She’s always one step ahead. We need to anticipate her next move.”

Rajiv scoffed, “Anticipate? We can’t even figure out her last move. How are we supposed to anticipate her next one?”

Anya ignored Rajiv’s complaint, her mind racing. “What if we set a trap?

“That’s the only option left now” Dev said, his eyes meeting each of theirs around the table.

“But it has to be something but. Something that will expose her once and for all.”

Anya bit her lip, a thoughtful expression on her face. “But what could that be? We can’t just dangle a promotion in front of her, she’d see right through that.”

The discussions went back and forth for hours. By the time they left, they had a plan. It was ugly and distasteful. They all hated themselves for even thinking it. But what had to be done, had to be done. Lives could be at stake.

The Crash

The hospital’s grand ballroom was adorned with shimmering chandeliers that bathed the room in a soft, warm light. The walls were draped with velvet curtains, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive champagne and the faint hint of the hospital’s antiseptic undertones. The preparations for the opening of the Soni Advanced Research Wing was in full swing, and the who’s who of the medical community mingled together, their laughter and conversations filling the room like a symphony.

Aparajita was in her elements. This was her jam. She was more comfortable as the life of any party than she would ever be with a patient.

She spent the evening laughing at jokes she didn’t get, flirting with men who were twice her age, and sipping on champagne like it was water. The room was filled with people who were more important than her, but none of them had the power to make people flock to them like a moth to a flame the way she did.

As planned, the pagers started chiming one by one. From the Dean to the junior most intern. That only happened in the event of a severe medical emergency. The room fell silent.

“Rajiv, let’s go,” Dev shouted before pausing and looking at the Dean, seeking his permission.

“Go,” he said, and take whoever you need, “we will take care of the guests here.”
Score 1 Dev thought. The Dean prioritizing party guests over a coding patient. This was the first gold nugget of the night. The message was fake. Anya had rigged the IT system and shown Jasmine how to send a broadcast message. The message on their pagers was about a coding patient, one of Aparajita’s.

“You coming Anu?” Dev said, still not able to shake her nickname when he addressed her, even after all these years.

“I think I will stay here,” she said, her voice shaky, “and help the Dean.”

Score 2: Your patient is coding and you choose not to rush to the patient? Second gold nugget of the night. And the show was only starting.

“I think we better get going,” they heard a couple of the guests murmur. Unlike some of the rotten fruit in the hospital, almost everyone in the room knew what took priority. Patient care always came first. They knew the doctors and nurses could possibly have their hands full and should have nothing else to worry about. Leaving was the right thing to do and many were already starting to discuss that as Dev, Rajiv and a few others ran out of the room.

An hour later, the fake code was taken care of. The doctors and nurses who were not part of the plan were sent to attend to other duties. Dev, Rajiv and Anya were huddled around Jasmine’s computer watching the live steam.

The ballroom was almost empty. Nearly all the guests had left. What were Merchant and Raghav still doing there? Besides them and Aparajita, there was the Dean, Dr Iyer, Dr Mehta, Dr Jacob, Dr Bose and a few other senior doctors and lecturers.

The group exchanged glances. They were all thinking the same thing. This was the gang. It made sense. This would explain how she got away with it every time. This was the hospital’s power base. If they were all smitten by her or her dad’s wealth, none of them would ever vote against her.

Aparajita wasn’t just sleeping her way to the top, she was shaping her own power structure within the hospital. She had the Dean, the most powerful man in the hospital, wrapped around her finger. She had Dr. Iyer, Dr. Mehta, Dr. Jacob, and Dr. Bose, all senior doctors and key figures in the hospital’s administration, under her spell. And now, with Dr. Raghav Subramanian and Dr. Farokh Merchant, two of the most promising surgeons, in her grasp, she had a stranglehold on the surgical department.

As Dev watched the live stream, he saw Aparajita casually walk up to Dr. Iyer and place a hand on his arm. She leaned in, whispering something in his ear. Dr. Iyer’s eyes widened slightly, and he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. Aparajita turned to the group of men and said something, her voice low but confident. The men all exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.

Dev could see the subtle nods and murmured agreements. Whatever Aparajita had proposed, they were all on board.

Dev turned to Jasmine, his eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and disgust. “She’s playing them like a fucking fiddle,” he hissed. “And they’re eating it up.”

Jasmine nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. “It’s like she has them under some sort of spell,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anya shook her head, her eyes filled with a sadness that Dev had never seen before.
Their jaws dropped collectively as the men started shedding their clothes. They were pawing Aparajita’s body shamelessly and literally tearing her clothes off. She seemed to be giggling and enjoying the attention. Was this really going to happen? Was she going to let 20… maybe more… men fuck her?

Rajiv had turned pale, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “This is… this is fucked up,” he stammered, his gaze glued to the screen.

Dev clenched his jaw, his heart pounding in his chest. He had anticipated something bad, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. “We need to get her out of there,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you crazy?” Anya said grabbing his wrist as he got up to leave, “if this plays out how we think it’s going to play out, we hit jackpot. Just think.”

Fifteen minutes later, they couldn’t watch anymore. Their stomachs were turning and they were literally feeling sick. Jasmine turned the monitor off and stood. The rest followed silently. Without a word, the group made their way to the cafeteria, leaving the computer to do their dirty work.

The Aftermath

“Breaking News!” the ticker on the TV screen said. They had muted the volume but every channel had the same story – Scandal Rocks Vidyalaya Hospital said one channel. Sex and Corruption in City’s Premier Hospital, said another. EXCLUSIVE: Vidyalaya Hospital Doctor Caught in Orgy During Patient Emergency. said another with a blurred animation of an unmistakable orgy with Aparajita at its center.

Outside, a crowd had gathered by the gates that the security team had been smart enough to lock. Placards were being waved and slogans were being shoulder. The voice didn’t reach the group huddled in the cafeteria, but it was obvious the hospital was being condemned.

It was just three hours since Anya had hit the “Send” button. For an hour before that, Jasmine had composed the email, added all the media contacts in the hospital records and added the link to the cloud storage folder that contained the evidence and the 4-hour long video.

Her hands had trembled as she moved the mouse to the “send” button. Anya had placed a hand on the nurse’s shoulder, taken the mouse from her and calmly hit SEND. It was done.
They had lit the match but none of them had expected the wildfire it would turn into in just three hours.

And then police walked in. One by one, each of the participants in the orgy was rounded up, hand cuffed and paraded through the halls, out the back exit and into a waiting police van.

“We won.” Rajiv whispered placing a hand on Dev’s hunched shoulder, “I can’t believe we won.” The group hugged each other, tears streaming down all their faces. They were happy and yet they all knew they had played a role in destroying the reputation of a 100 year old institution.

Justice Served

The sterile courtroom was awash with a palpable sense of relief, the tension that had hung heavy in the air for weeks finally dissipating like smoke after a fire.

The judge’s gavel echoed through the chamber, a stark, final punctuation mark on the sordid tale of corruption and deceit that had unfolded before the court. The verdict had been harsh but just, stripping away the medical licenses of those involved in the scandal, consigning the Dean and his cronies to prison cells for their crimes.

The hospital, tarnished by the events, now stood at a precipice, its future uncertain, its reputation in tatters.

The silence in the corridors was deafening, a stark contrast to the usual hum of activity. Patients were being transferred to other hospitals, a sign of the deep mistrust that had taken root.

Deven walked the halls, his face etched with a weariness that had little to do with the late nights on call. He encountered a few nurses, their eyes downcast, and a couple of doctors, their expressions grim. There was no escaping the tangible sense of guilt and despair that clung to the place like a disease.

This wasn’t the end, he told himself as he watched Rajiv tend to a patient. This was a new beginning. Jasmine looked up from her desk and smiled at him. There was work o be done and he couldn’t have asked for a better team for the rebuilding.

Whether the hospital survived or not wasn’t in their hands. But while its doors stood open, they would make sure every patient got the best care possible. With a purposeful stride, he walked to the elevator doors that Anya had held open for him. With a curt nod to each other, they went about their jobs.

The Good Doctors

“Are you watching?” Rajiv asked. He had just called Dev.

“Yeah,” Dev replied. On the TV across his living room, the logo of the channel animated before fading away. A young anchor smiled at the camera before announcing the show and their gust that evening — Dr Acharya Shekhawat.

The camera panned to the new Dean, who sat with a composed expression, his hands folded in his lap. He was a Commanding figure, dressed in a crisp, dark suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His hair was peppered with silver, and his eyes held a steely determination that spoke of his experience and commitment.

“Good evening,” the anchor greeted him, “and welcome to our show. We are pleased to have you joining us tonight, Dr. Shekhawat. It has been quite a journey for you, from humble beginnings to reviving one of the nations most scandalous medical institutions.”

“Please,” he said raising a palm calmly, “I head a hospital, where doctors, nurses and the entire staff has one mission — patient care. Scandal, reputation and things like that are for you media folks and the public. For us it’s our workplace, our temple, a place where we execute our Hippocratic Oath, day in and day out.”

“Fair enough Doctor,” the anchor conceded, “I meant no disrespect to you and your staff. But you cannot deny what happened before you took over can you? How do you go about repairing the damage your predecessors left in their wake? How do you rebuild trust and restore faith?”

Dr. Shekhawat sighed, his expression somber. “Rebuilding trust is a lot like building a wall,” he began. “You can’t do it with bricks from a broken wall. You need new bricks, fresh mortar. And you need to start from the ground up, ensuring each layer is strong and true. In our case, that meant sweeping out the rot, which the judiciary took care of by punishing those responsible. I had the relatively easy job of letting the remaining dedicated doctors and nurses do their job without distractions or doubt.”

The anchor leaned forward, her interest piqued. “But that couldn’t have been an easy task was it?”

“It wasn’t.” he nodded before continuing, “but I got lucky. There was already a team of highly motivated doctors and nurses — some of who you all made famous for exposing the rot. They had already started the rebuilding process by the time I joined and gave them a helping hand.

“You are being modest sir,” the anchor said.

“I am not,” he replied, “I am proud of the team I inherited. Their hard work and dedication has achieved more than I could ever have. I might have been the face of the change, but they were the ones that made it happen. The long and short of it all is that, one bad doctor earned us three excellent surgeons and a driven support staff that stands behind them.” he concluded.