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Tanvi- Lost and Found
When I thought I would pen down my experiences I wasn’t able to come up with a title that would fit. I made it to my office on a sleepy Monday and at the entrance of our office we have a ‘’Lost & Found” section; It caught my eyes and thus the title. This would be unlike many sex stories you find here wherein two people strip and fuck. This story is about my emotional journey which I am sure many people go through but are scared to take the next step. So be patient readers.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Tanvi and I am an Assistant Nursing officer with the Indian railways. I am 32 and married to Somesh (34) who is a Loco Inspector with the railways again. The marriage was arranged by my parents and I was more than happy to have met Somesh.
Somesh though had confessed that he enjoys his ‘drink’ and indulge in it once a while, I knew that this was common these days; my instant liking for him led to our marriage four months after we met for the first time. We have a son together who is 2 years old and my mother in law stays with us and we have completed 5 years of marriage.
Somesh got transferred to Kolkata and so I applied for a transfer too and that is generally given; as couple postings are allowed in the railways. We shifted here in December 2018. We were given a good furnished quarter in the Rail colony in Garden Reach.
Somesh was happy too; his friend’s circle had swelled and his drinking problem had worsened. Often he would come home drunk and had become abusive towards me and my mother in law. Next day he would wake up and apologize and we both ignored. This we thought would change things.
Language was no barrier to him as most people spoke Hindi in his workplace and he made friends soon. It’s a busy work station and much is expected from seniors; He couldn’t handle the load of work thrown at him and that had earned the wrath of his seniors. I knew from some people that they were contemplating transferring Somesh to a place of less importance.
This stressed him out and he again started indulging in alcohol. He became more abusive too and would very often end up beating me up and abuse my mother in law. This regular abuse and harassment had brought me and my mother in law very close to each other.
She would often tell me that I deserved better than Somesh and she would feel apologetic for my situation. For some reasons I would tolerate this and I could never comprehend why.
I was posted at the South Eastern Railway Central Hospital; I was finding it very difficult to follow the language and instructions. Most people who visited hospitals were locals and spoke the local language and even the doctors and other staff was mostly from West Bengal.
Somehow I managed to work well. My documentation was always meticulous unlike others and that had earned me praises from seniors as I was good at writing English language. But this meant I had to put long hours at work and couldn’t give much time to my son.
We had a visiting senior surgeon Dr Manish Handa who was an Urologist. During one of the surgeries his nursing officer Sriti Chatterjee had made a mistake which upset him and earned the wrath of the patient’s family.
He had complained about her to the top administration and top administration had suspended her under pressure from Dr Handa. Nobody wanted to upset him and his continuity at the hospital was vital as he was the only Surgeon in that division and the hospital had gained a reputation because of him.
The administration was looking for a replacement for Sriti.
My boss Dr Swaroop sent a peon to call me one day and when I visited his office he made me sit and in a cryptic way was praising my work ethic and sincerity. I knew something was fishy.
Finally he told me what he had called me for. “Tanvi, I want you to replace Sriti” he said. This was something I never wanted because Dr Handa had a reputation to be rude and unforgiving. I said no.
I respected Dr Swaroop very much as he was a gentle man and always cared for his subordinates and pampered them unlike Dr Handa. He listed the advantages of working for Dr Handa like less work-time as Dr Handa was a visiting surgeon who would come for 4 days a week and during surgeries.
Dr Swaroop knew that I wasn’t able to give enough time for my son and he used this as bait and like a hungry fish I finally fell for it. Dr Swaroop thanked me profusely as no one else was taking up that job.
I met Dr Handa the next day in his office. Till then I had only heard about him and I was expecting a big guy with a grim face and a mustache; but was surprised to see that Dr Handa was around 5ft 6 inches tall but broad, round face, wheatish color, clean shaved, wearing a spectacle and looked like a geek ,was in his late 30s.
He was smartly dressed and looked like someone who has always been rich and polished in his mannerism. He looked at me and asked my name and I fumbled to say ‘’Tanvi’’.
He realised I was nervous. “I want you to sort my schedule for tomorrow and postpone the surgery timing of Mr Dutta for Wednesday, send the bills to accounts after checking it thoroughly and set up an appointment with Mr Chandra who has already called twice after going through my schedule for tomorrow.”
“Yes sir” I said before turning back to leave.
“Tanvi, Send a coffee now”.
On the first day it was clear that I was to have a tough 4 days a week. I was not just to assist him during surgeries but also maintain his office and working out his schedule, paper work etc and was a one many army to do all tasks.
But I started to enjoy it as I was getting a lot of time to spend with my son even though my mother in law took good care of him. Time passed by quickly and in one month I had done well but never once was I appreciated.
I and Dr Handa would not talk much except official work and was generally well behaved but was a hard task master.
After a month Dr Handa called me to his office, the patients had all gone by then and asked for his schedule for tomorrow. As he was talking he started to cough profusely and wouldn’t stop.
I got a glass of water for him. He told me that he was unwell since yesterday night but since certain appointments were fixed he had come to the Hospital.
After sometime he left.
I called up Dr Handa at around 9 o clock.
“Good evening Doctor, I called you to inform that I have done something without asking for your permission”
“What is it Tanvi”? He enquired
“I have postponed all your appointments for two days and informed the administration that you won’t be coming for two days”
“What? No why did you do this?”
“Sir I have seen that you are unwell you need to take rest”
There was an unusual long pause and I could listen to his breath only
“Thank, you” he said and hung up.
For some weird reason I kept thinking about Dr Handa. I hardly saw him smile and lose patience. I started to think that my predecessor must have been really bad professionally. His reputation was contradictory to what I had seen in him.
My phone beeped at around 11 PM, when I checked it had a WhatsApp message from Dr Handa.
“Thank you very much, Tanvi”
“You desperately needed rest sir, Take rest sir”
“For once I am grateful to Dr Swaroop”
“Why sir?”
“He found a very efficient and warm person to help me out”
“It’s a pleasure to work with such a famous Doctor as you sir”
“Good Night, Tanvi”
“Good night sir, Sleep well”
I said sleep well to him but I couldn’t sleep for some reason. My heart was beating faster than usual and I couldn’t understand why. I couldn’t sleep so I finally started using my phone.
I was going through Dr Handa’s messages and found that he was online and it was around 12:30 AM. I felt an urge to send a message asking him to sleep but I did not.
As I was contemplating on this I saw “typing” on the top of WhatsApp and my heart started racing and it was beating so fast that I thought I would have a heart attack.
After a while that “typing” had gone. I kept looking and it appeared again and then gone again. This happened several times. Finally a text message came
“Good morning to the woman who cared”
“I care because that’s my job sir; It’s still late night to say good morning J”
“It’s 12:30 am”
“OK, technically yes. So good morning; but why haven’t you slept still sir?”
“The cough is keeping me awake, but why haven’t you slept till now Tanvi”
I didn’t know what to say and after a long pause I said
“I woke up to go to the loo sir” I was stupid to say this
“J Sorry I asked you this question, Tanvi”
“Don’t be sir, have you taken any cough syrup or medicines, is it dry cough sir?”
“Yes, but it’s not working and it’s dry cough”
We were chatting for almost two hours and by the end of it at around 3 am, I had come to know some more about him.
Things like he was 36, he stayed just 2 kms from our quarters and that he had a daughter who stayed with his parents.
The most shocking and terrible thing I had learnt was that his wife was suffering from Parkinson’s disease and was bedridden; she was in a facility in Howrah that provided for one to one care since the past three years.
That explained his grim nature and sad demeanor. I kept thinking about him and then had slept off. I woke up late the next day as I don’t go to the Hospital if Dr Handa doesn’t come.
For two days I would be free. Somesh had gone to Guwahati for some official work for three days and this meant enough time for me to spend time with my son.
We kept texting each other for hours together like college going kids and had got to know each other really well. We had a lot of commonalities like having only two meals a day, bathing twice a day, listening to Rafi songs, and we liked the same colour even “Green” and that he had gifted his wife green sarees, till she finally asked him to stop.
Next day I had visited a parlor and got myself waxed, got a fruit facial and pampered myself. There was an urge from inside after several years to look good.
To tell you all how I look; I am 5ft 6 inches tall, fair, round face, long hairs, “PEAR” body type. Now most readers would not know what PEAR body type means so let me explain.
PEAR body type people have, narrow shoulders with medium size bust (read breasts), wide hips and waist, lower body is wider than upper body, round bottom and fuller rear (read ass), most of the weight is concentrated in the lower part of the body, heavier thighs.
I was eager as well as nervous to go back to work the next day. I did not know how to react when Dr Handa came face to face. Previous night also we were chatting for a long time.
I had an urge to wear a green saree to work but somehow decided against it but wore green bindi, green earrings, and green bangles with a white Salwar Kurta.
I was sitting in my office chair and Dr Handa walked in. Unusual as it was he smiled at me and just walked past me into his cabin. That smile had reduced my anxiety.
I followed him into his cabin and handed over the day’s schedule. He checked and asked me to send the patients in. It was a long day that day and I was exhausted.
I was just finishing up the day’s work and Dr Handa walked out of his cabin to go home. He stopped, turned back, walked two steps towards me and as I raised my head to see him he said.
“Tanvi, you look gorgeous TODAY, Green and white go really well together.”
I couldn’t say anything and was blushing like a school girl. He left and it was as if somebody had charged a dead battery. I walked back home giggling and smiling.
After dinner I checked my WhatsApp and there was no message from Dr Handa. Somesh had come back home drunk as usual and had slept off by 9 o clock. I was thinking of how I start the conversation. Then it clicked.
“TODAY”?
“??????” came the reply
“Sir you said I looked gorgeous TODAY; other days I looked bad you mean?”
“No Tanvi, It was only today I noticed how gorgeous you are, forgive me for being blind”
“You only looked at me twice sir today that too for seconds only, I don’t think you noticed even”
“OK let me tell you what all I noticed in those ‘seconds’. You were wearing green ‘dangle earrings’, diamond shaped green bindi, green mirror in gold bangles”
“Wow I didn’t even know the types you just mentioned”.
“I am not done yet J”
“OK”
You were wearing a white ‘Plazo’ salwar with a ‘piping placket’ neck style and a ‘double key hole’ back design.
“WOW. How do you know all of this sir?”
“My wife studied fashion designing and bored me with such details and yes ‘blue bra’ was a wrong choice”
I was stunned by the bra message. But he was right and instead of asking him to not say such things I said.
“Then what type and colour should I have chosen sir?”
“White & strapless” he said
My heart was beating faster, when I just said
“I will buy one sir”
There was no reply after that and after waiting for a while I slept off. Things had moved fast and I was anxious but happy to have met someone who knew so much about “girly” things.
I was melting down with anxiety and his knowledge about everything made me feel dumb and stupid.
When I woke up the next morning I had received a text message from Dr Handa. “I am wearing a green check shirt for office today”
I knew Dr Handa was playing mind games with me now; so I decided to play the game harder. I knew he was expecting me to wear a green colour dress, a saree or salwar or kurti.
I decide to wear a black kurti with yellow salwar that day and decided to wear a green bra and play the mind game myself.
Since I did not have one; before going to the office I went to a nearby shopping complex to purchase one.
I bought a green ‘NO SAG BRA’.
This comes with thick straps for holding the breasts tightly. I quickly wore and left for office.
Dr Handa arrived 10 minutes after I settled down. He came with a sense of urgency and when he saw me there was a clear look of disappointment on his face and he walked into his cabin.
There were only 10 appointments that day. At around 4 PM I decided to walk into his office to take his signature on a bunch of papers.
I tied my hair in a bun and slightly moved my bra strap out of the kurti and walked in. As I opened the door I saw that his head was down reading some papers.
I went close and put some papers in front of him to sign. I was disappointed that he did not raise his head. My heart was racing and my body was crying out loud for attention. He finally raised his head and his eyes caught the obviously visible bra strap.
He put his head down again to sign the papers.
I was expecting him to say something; there was too much tension but he did not say anything.
When I turned back to leave he said
“Did you buy that today”?
“What sir?”
He stood from his seat walked up to me, I was breathing heavily now; standing in front of me he raised his hand, slid two of his fingers inside the bra strap and with his thumb pulled the black kurti and tucked the strap under it. ‘’Neat” he said and left.
When I thought I would pen down my experiences I wasn’t able to come up with a title that would fit. I made it to my office on a sleepy Monday and at the entrance of our office we have a ‘’Lost & Found” section; It caught my eyes and thus the title. This would be unlike many sex stories you find here wherein two people strip and fuck. This story is about my emotional journey which I am sure many people go through but are scared to take the next step. So be patient readers.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Tanvi and I am an Assistant Nursing officer with the Indian railways. I am 32 and married to Somesh (34) who is a Loco Inspector with the railways again. The marriage was arranged by my parents and I was more than happy to have met Somesh.
Somesh though had confessed that he enjoys his ‘drink’ and indulge in it once a while, I knew that this was common these days; my instant liking for him led to our marriage four months after we met for the first time. We have a son together who is 2 years old and my mother in law stays with us and we have completed 5 years of marriage.
Somesh got transferred to Kolkata and so I applied for a transfer too and that is generally given; as couple postings are allowed in the railways. We shifted here in December 2018. We were given a good furnished quarter in the Rail colony in Garden Reach.
Somesh was happy too; his friend’s circle had swelled and his drinking problem had worsened. Often he would come home drunk and had become abusive towards me and my mother in law. Next day he would wake up and apologize and we both ignored. This we thought would change things.
Language was no barrier to him as most people spoke Hindi in his workplace and he made friends soon. It’s a busy work station and much is expected from seniors; He couldn’t handle the load of work thrown at him and that had earned the wrath of his seniors. I knew from some people that they were contemplating transferring Somesh to a place of less importance.
This stressed him out and he again started indulging in alcohol. He became more abusive too and would very often end up beating me up and abuse my mother in law. This regular abuse and harassment had brought me and my mother in law very close to each other.
She would often tell me that I deserved better than Somesh and she would feel apologetic for my situation. For some reasons I would tolerate this and I could never comprehend why.
I was posted at the South Eastern Railway Central Hospital; I was finding it very difficult to follow the language and instructions. Most people who visited hospitals were locals and spoke the local language and even the doctors and other staff was mostly from West Bengal.
Somehow I managed to work well. My documentation was always meticulous unlike others and that had earned me praises from seniors as I was good at writing English language. But this meant I had to put long hours at work and couldn’t give much time to my son.
We had a visiting senior surgeon Dr Manish Handa who was an Urologist. During one of the surgeries his nursing officer Sriti Chatterjee had made a mistake which upset him and earned the wrath of the patient’s family.
He had complained about her to the top administration and top administration had suspended her under pressure from Dr Handa. Nobody wanted to upset him and his continuity at the hospital was vital as he was the only Surgeon in that division and the hospital had gained a reputation because of him.
The administration was looking for a replacement for Sriti.
My boss Dr Swaroop sent a peon to call me one day and when I visited his office he made me sit and in a cryptic way was praising my work ethic and sincerity. I knew something was fishy.
Finally he told me what he had called me for. “Tanvi, I want you to replace Sriti” he said. This was something I never wanted because Dr Handa had a reputation to be rude and unforgiving. I said no.
I respected Dr Swaroop very much as he was a gentle man and always cared for his subordinates and pampered them unlike Dr Handa. He listed the advantages of working for Dr Handa like less work-time as Dr Handa was a visiting surgeon who would come for 4 days a week and during surgeries.
Dr Swaroop knew that I wasn’t able to give enough time for my son and he used this as bait and like a hungry fish I finally fell for it. Dr Swaroop thanked me profusely as no one else was taking up that job.
I met Dr Handa the next day in his office. Till then I had only heard about him and I was expecting a big guy with a grim face and a mustache; but was surprised to see that Dr Handa was around 5ft 6 inches tall but broad, round face, wheatish color, clean shaved, wearing a spectacle and looked like a geek ,was in his late 30s.
He was smartly dressed and looked like someone who has always been rich and polished in his mannerism. He looked at me and asked my name and I fumbled to say ‘’Tanvi’’.
He realised I was nervous. “I want you to sort my schedule for tomorrow and postpone the surgery timing of Mr Dutta for Wednesday, send the bills to accounts after checking it thoroughly and set up an appointment with Mr Chandra who has already called twice after going through my schedule for tomorrow.”
“Yes sir” I said before turning back to leave.
“Tanvi, Send a coffee now”.
On the first day it was clear that I was to have a tough 4 days a week. I was not just to assist him during surgeries but also maintain his office and working out his schedule, paper work etc and was a one many army to do all tasks.
But I started to enjoy it as I was getting a lot of time to spend with my son even though my mother in law took good care of him. Time passed by quickly and in one month I had done well but never once was I appreciated.
I and Dr Handa would not talk much except official work and was generally well behaved but was a hard task master.
After a month Dr Handa called me to his office, the patients had all gone by then and asked for his schedule for tomorrow. As he was talking he started to cough profusely and wouldn’t stop.
I got a glass of water for him. He told me that he was unwell since yesterday night but since certain appointments were fixed he had come to the Hospital.
After sometime he left.
I called up Dr Handa at around 9 o clock.
“Good evening Doctor, I called you to inform that I have done something without asking for your permission”
“What is it Tanvi”? He enquired
“I have postponed all your appointments for two days and informed the administration that you won’t be coming for two days”
“What? No why did you do this?”
“Sir I have seen that you are unwell you need to take rest”
There was an unusual long pause and I could listen to his breath only
“Thank, you” he said and hung up.
For some weird reason I kept thinking about Dr Handa. I hardly saw him smile and lose patience. I started to think that my predecessor must have been really bad professionally. His reputation was contradictory to what I had seen in him.
My phone beeped at around 11 PM, when I checked it had a WhatsApp message from Dr Handa.
“Thank you very much, Tanvi”
“You desperately needed rest sir, Take rest sir”
“For once I am grateful to Dr Swaroop”
“Why sir?”
“He found a very efficient and warm person to help me out”
“It’s a pleasure to work with such a famous Doctor as you sir”
“Good Night, Tanvi”
“Good night sir, Sleep well”
I said sleep well to him but I couldn’t sleep for some reason. My heart was beating faster than usual and I couldn’t understand why. I couldn’t sleep so I finally started using my phone.
I was going through Dr Handa’s messages and found that he was online and it was around 12:30 AM. I felt an urge to send a message asking him to sleep but I did not.
As I was contemplating on this I saw “typing” on the top of WhatsApp and my heart started racing and it was beating so fast that I thought I would have a heart attack.
After a while that “typing” had gone. I kept looking and it appeared again and then gone again. This happened several times. Finally a text message came
“Good morning to the woman who cared”
“I care because that’s my job sir; It’s still late night to say good morning J”
“It’s 12:30 am”
“OK, technically yes. So good morning; but why haven’t you slept still sir?”
“The cough is keeping me awake, but why haven’t you slept till now Tanvi”
I didn’t know what to say and after a long pause I said
“I woke up to go to the loo sir” I was stupid to say this
“J Sorry I asked you this question, Tanvi”
“Don’t be sir, have you taken any cough syrup or medicines, is it dry cough sir?”
“Yes, but it’s not working and it’s dry cough”
We were chatting for almost two hours and by the end of it at around 3 am, I had come to know some more about him.
Things like he was 36, he stayed just 2 kms from our quarters and that he had a daughter who stayed with his parents.
The most shocking and terrible thing I had learnt was that his wife was suffering from Parkinson’s disease and was bedridden; she was in a facility in Howrah that provided for one to one care since the past three years.
That explained his grim nature and sad demeanor. I kept thinking about him and then had slept off. I woke up late the next day as I don’t go to the Hospital if Dr Handa doesn’t come.
For two days I would be free. Somesh had gone to Guwahati for some official work for three days and this meant enough time for me to spend time with my son.
We kept texting each other for hours together like college going kids and had got to know each other really well. We had a lot of commonalities like having only two meals a day, bathing twice a day, listening to Rafi songs, and we liked the same colour even “Green” and that he had gifted his wife green sarees, till she finally asked him to stop.
Next day I had visited a parlor and got myself waxed, got a fruit facial and pampered myself. There was an urge from inside after several years to look good.
To tell you all how I look; I am 5ft 6 inches tall, fair, round face, long hairs, “PEAR” body type. Now most readers would not know what PEAR body type means so let me explain.
PEAR body type people have, narrow shoulders with medium size bust (read breasts), wide hips and waist, lower body is wider than upper body, round bottom and fuller rear (read ass), most of the weight is concentrated in the lower part of the body, heavier thighs.
I was eager as well as nervous to go back to work the next day. I did not know how to react when Dr Handa came face to face. Previous night also we were chatting for a long time.
I had an urge to wear a green saree to work but somehow decided against it but wore green bindi, green earrings, and green bangles with a white Salwar Kurta.
I was sitting in my office chair and Dr Handa walked in. Unusual as it was he smiled at me and just walked past me into his cabin. That smile had reduced my anxiety.
I followed him into his cabin and handed over the day’s schedule. He checked and asked me to send the patients in. It was a long day that day and I was exhausted.
I was just finishing up the day’s work and Dr Handa walked out of his cabin to go home. He stopped, turned back, walked two steps towards me and as I raised my head to see him he said.
“Tanvi, you look gorgeous TODAY, Green and white go really well together.”
I couldn’t say anything and was blushing like a school girl. He left and it was as if somebody had charged a dead battery. I walked back home giggling and smiling.
After dinner I checked my WhatsApp and there was no message from Dr Handa. Somesh had come back home drunk as usual and had slept off by 9 o clock. I was thinking of how I start the conversation. Then it clicked.
“TODAY”?
“??????” came the reply
“Sir you said I looked gorgeous TODAY; other days I looked bad you mean?”
“No Tanvi, It was only today I noticed how gorgeous you are, forgive me for being blind”
“You only looked at me twice sir today that too for seconds only, I don’t think you noticed even”
“OK let me tell you what all I noticed in those ‘seconds’. You were wearing green ‘dangle earrings’, diamond shaped green bindi, green mirror in gold bangles”
“Wow I didn’t even know the types you just mentioned”.
“I am not done yet J”
“OK”
You were wearing a white ‘Plazo’ salwar with a ‘piping placket’ neck style and a ‘double key hole’ back design.
“WOW. How do you know all of this sir?”
“My wife studied fashion designing and bored me with such details and yes ‘blue bra’ was a wrong choice”
I was stunned by the bra message. But he was right and instead of asking him to not say such things I said.
“Then what type and colour should I have chosen sir?”
“White & strapless” he said
My heart was beating faster, when I just said
“I will buy one sir”
There was no reply after that and after waiting for a while I slept off. Things had moved fast and I was anxious but happy to have met someone who knew so much about “girly” things.
I was melting down with anxiety and his knowledge about everything made me feel dumb and stupid.
When I woke up the next morning I had received a text message from Dr Handa. “I am wearing a green check shirt for office today”
I knew Dr Handa was playing mind games with me now; so I decided to play the game harder. I knew he was expecting me to wear a green colour dress, a saree or salwar or kurti.
I decide to wear a black kurti with yellow salwar that day and decided to wear a green bra and play the mind game myself.
Since I did not have one; before going to the office I went to a nearby shopping complex to purchase one.
I bought a green ‘NO SAG BRA’.
This comes with thick straps for holding the breasts tightly. I quickly wore and left for office.
Dr Handa arrived 10 minutes after I settled down. He came with a sense of urgency and when he saw me there was a clear look of disappointment on his face and he walked into his cabin.
There were only 10 appointments that day. At around 4 PM I decided to walk into his office to take his signature on a bunch of papers.
I tied my hair in a bun and slightly moved my bra strap out of the kurti and walked in. As I opened the door I saw that his head was down reading some papers.
I went close and put some papers in front of him to sign. I was disappointed that he did not raise his head. My heart was racing and my body was crying out loud for attention. He finally raised his head and his eyes caught the obviously visible bra strap.
He put his head down again to sign the papers.
I was expecting him to say something; there was too much tension but he did not say anything.
When I turned back to leave he said
“Did you buy that today”?
“What sir?”
He stood from his seat walked up to me, I was breathing heavily now; standing in front of me he raised his hand, slid two of his fingers inside the bra strap and with his thumb pulled the black kurti and tucked the strap under it. ‘’Neat” he said and left.
