INTIMACY CLINIC - The Conversations we AVOID

THE SEX CLINIC

THE SEX CLINIC

Aanchal stepped out of the office of Sony Entertainment Ltd. Mr. Mehta has sent her to renew Airtel's advertisement contract with Sony. She got into her car and started driving to her office.

Veena's words started to pop up in her mind.

"Is she earnest about what she said?" She began to think, "How could someone run an underground sex clinic? We all know what sex is and how it's done. Why do we need a clinic to learn about sex? Even if we need to learn something, too much material is available on the internet. Why did Veena need to visit that clinic? How could she muster the courage to talk about her sex life in front of a stranger? It's stupid. Someone must be crazy to do something like this."

She kept driving. And her mind kept thinking about the sex clinic. "But what if it could help me get out of my phobia? I have already tried everything possible. Nothing helped. What would I lose if I tried this?" She paused. "Maybe a bit of self-respect."

She couldn't figure out what she should do. After thinking a lot and hard, she finally made up her mind, "What the hell." She took a hard left, realizing that that was the road leading to the address written on the card.

***

Aanchal stood outside a door. She looked at the card, read the flat number, and confirmed she was at the right door. It was a flat on the third floor of infinity building Andheri west.

There was only one flat on the floor. Without looking inside, one could tell it was a lavish flat.

"He has earned a lot by telling people what they already know." Her eyebrow raised.

She rang the bell.

A guy in his thirties opened the door. Around 5.8 feet in height. He was a wheatish guy with an athletic body type. He looked average. Nothing stood out about him. But his aura felt different than some mediocre guy.

"I am Aanchal. I am here to see Charlie." She said.

"Who sent you?" The guy asked. She noticed the sharpness in his voice.

"Veena." She blurted out. She took out a coin from her bag in a hurry and said, "And she told me to give this to you."

The guy took the coin. He looked carefully at it, "Come on in." He said and moved aside to give her way.

Aanchal stepped inside. The guy locked the door.

Aanchal walked into the living room. As expected, the flat was luxurious. Her gaze swept across the grand living room, "It's as big as my entire flat." She thought.

There were two large couches on either side of the tea table; placed at the center of the room. After those couches was a lavish reclining chair, The man went and sat on that chair.

"He must be Charlie." She thought, seeing him take that chair.

"Sit," Charlie said, looking at Aanchal.

Two guys were sitting on one couch. Though each sofa was big enough for at least five people, Aanchal decided to sit on the other one.

Charlie looked at the boys, "There was a clinic here. But it got shut down."

"Ohh." One of the boys said.

"Why?" The other one asked.

"It's a long story. I don't wanna bore you with it." Charlie said.

The boys stood up. "What about the coin? Our friend asked us to bring it back."

"Don't worry about it. I will give it to him. I will also need to pass a message not to send any more referrals, right? Otherwise, other people will also waste their time like you did."