Note from the author: There was a story that I published two years ago, “Stranger than Fiction” and it was a prequel to this. That story is polished further and is now part of this complete piece. Even if you have read the first story, I strongly recommend that you read it here again for better continuity and newly added details.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Chapter 1
It was a beautiful morning in early summer months in a small coastal town in the state of Goa, India. This place was a hidden gem with virtually no tourism. On the west side there was a long stretch of pristine beaches and mountains lined the east side of this secluded town. This small community enjoyed all the comforts of the modern world, thanks to the administration of the town led by Andrew D’Souza for the last thirty years.
Andrew had suffered a heart attack that morning. An ambulance was rushing him to the hospital. He was accompanied by his family that included his wife Rosie, 23 years old son, James, and 21 years old daughter Jasmine. The ambulance arrived at the emergency entrance of the hospital and killed the blaring sound.
Neha Singh, a very young doctor who had recently completed her internship, was in charge of emergencies that day. She immediately swung into action and was being briefed by a nurse as they were running through the lobby. When they were about to enter the ICU, Neha stopped just for a moment. A second ago, in the lobby, she noticed the patient’s family huddled together. A young man was holding an old woman and a young woman in each arm, consoling them. It is a very common sight at hospitals. However something she noticed through her peripheral vision was totally out of place.
“I think the younger woman in the man’s embrace is naked,” whispered Dr. Neha to the nurse.
“Oh yeah, that would be Jasmine,” the nurse said.
As if it explained everything. And the nurse closed the doors.
A couple of hours later Dr. Neha stepped out of the ICU. Patient’s family was surrounded by many people. Some of them rushed towards her, the patient’s wife was ahead of them all.
“Mrs. D’Souza?” Dr. Neha asked.
Mrs. D’Souza was shaken but managed to ask, “Yes, that’s me. How is my husband?”
“He is doing fine now. We ran several tests and there will be a few more later today. It was a mild heart attack, as you may have suspected, but he is out of danger now,” Dr. Neha assured her.
James and Jasmine made their way out of the crowd and stood next to Mrs. D’Souza holding hands. Neha still could not believe what she was seeing right in front of her. Jasmine was standing there stark naked. She did not have a stitch of clothes on her body. Neha quickly sized her up. Jasmine was about 5 and a half feet tall, had silky black hair reaching to her shoulders. She had beautiful brown colored eyes, and had full lips on her slightly round face. Her breasts were probably the best Neha had seen so far. They were perfectly round with rose bud nipples. She was standing with her legs crossed but from what Neha could see, she had perfectly waxed pubes. With such a beautiful face and a figure that any girl would kill for, Jasmine could easily pass for a model or a film star.
Mrs. D’Souza introduced them, “This is my daughter Jasmine and he is my son James.”
Her voice snapped Neha back to reality. She had a strong urge to ask why on earth she was naked but she was too astonished to say anything. Being a doctor, she had seen her share of naked bodies. But this was something altogether different.
Neha thought, even considering the worst case scenario where they had rushed their father to the hospital and Jasmine didn’t even waste a minute to wear something, assuming she was already naked, it did not make any sense that nobody, especially her family thought of draping her with a sheet or something once they were at the hospital. And if it wasn’t enough, nobody around her seemed to be bothered by her nudity. Everyone was behaving as if everything was absolutely normal.
Neha was called out to another emergency and had to leave.
She was occupied for the rest of the day but she constantly had Jasmine in the back of her mind. She did not see her again that day and did not get an opportunity to ask anyone about what was the deal with the naked girl.
Next morning, Neha was on her rounds to check on her patients. She was satisfied with Andrew’s numbers on the chart.
She was making some notes while chatting with him when someone called out in a sweet voice behind her, “Hello Doctor, may I come in?”
Neha, without turning, said, “Please come in, I will be out of here in a minute.”
As Neha looked up from her notepad, she saw the cutest naked bubble butt walking towards Andrew’s bed. Obviously it was Jasmine. She was wearing only a pair of sneakers and carried a small purse over her shoulder. She sat on the edge of the bed next to her father. She then reached out to hold his hand and brought it closer to her cheeks. Leaning her face on his hand, she closed her eyes. She was probably just thankful for him alive and contemplating how badly it could have turned out.
Neha couldn’t help but notice that her succulent bare breasts were brushing against the back of her father’s hairy arm. Her father was unfazed by that touch and patted her head with the other hand as if to assure her that the worst was over. Despite Jasmine’s out of place nudity, it was an emotional picture.
Neha could not take her eyes off Jasmine. She did not want to leave the room even though her business there was over.
“How are you doing, Dad?” Jasmine asked after a few quiet moments when she just stayed there with her eyes closed.
“I am absolutely fine darling. In fact, I am ready to go back home.”
“Mr. D’Souza, we are keeping you under observation for the next 36 hours, if not longer,” Neha said. If she could, she would keep him there forever just to see Jasmine everyday.
“You got to listen to the Doctor’s orders, Dad,” Jasmine said in an authoritative tone. “We were so worried when you collapsed yesterday without any warning. Mom has been an absolute wreck since yesterday.”
“I know, dear. I had to force her to go home last night; she was not ready to leave my side. If it was up to her, she would have slept here next to me all night.”
“And do you know what she did the first thing today? She woke me up and sent me here to check on you. She did not even let me get dressed. Look at me,” Jasmine stood up and circled around herself as if to prove that she was really naked. Then she looked at him with a completely innocent face and fluttered her eyelashes.
The daughter and father burst into laughter together. Neha felt like an intruder in their inside joke, which she obviously did not understand.
After spending a few minutes, Jasmine looked at the clock and said, “Oh God! I have to run, or I will be late for college. Bye Dad, bye Doc.”
And with that she was gone. Neha thought her father would say something about Jasmine, probably to defend her nudity, but all he said was, “God bless that child!”
Neha wondered if she was rushing to get dressed for college. After all, who goes to college naked? She knew that schools and colleges can be brutal places for anyone. Going naked to college is nothing short of commiting suicide. She convinced herself that Jasmine would go home, get dressed and then go to college.
Later that evening, Neha was leaving for the day. She noticed from the end of the lobby that Jasmine was back at the hospital. It was not difficult to spot that girl. She was perched over the counter talking to someone at the reception. Jasmine’s bare breasts were pressed on the glass countertop and her flattened nipples could be seen from the bottom side of the glass. It reminded Neha of how they used to press their noses against the car window as kids.
“Hey Jasmine, how was your day at the college?” Neha asked as she reached the reception.
Jasmine straightened up and stood facing Neha.
“It was great. We are almost at the end of the semester. I will be graduating soon.”
“Did you come here straight from your college?” Neha had to ask even if she sounded nosy.
“Yes, I did, why? My college is only two blocks away from here.” Jasmine said, pointing in the general direction of her college.
Neha did not answer the question. Instead she updated Jasmine on her father’s health status to divert her question.
Jasmine left and Neha’s gaze kept following her until she disappeared in her father’s room.
Neha approached the reception and signed herself out on the iPad. She knew the hospital clerk, Rita, well enough. She was like a nice motherly lady who brought some homemade food last week for her. Rita seemed to be wrapping up for the day.
Neha asked, “Hey, Rita, are you leaving?”
“Yes, madam, was there anything you need me to take care of?” she said, setting her purse down.
“No, no. I was just wondering if you have no plans for the evening, maybe we could go out for a drink.”
Rita gladly accepted.
As they were walking towards Neha’s car, Rita said, “It is a bit early for the only place in the town to open where we could go get a drink.”
Neha considered it for a moment, “In that case, is it okay if we go to my place?”
“Of course it is okay.”
It took them only a few minutes to reach Neha’s house. Neha showed her bar and went for a quick shower. When Neha stepped out, showered and wearing her pajamas, Rita had already poured two glasses of wine and was reading something on her phone. Neha sat on the sofa across from Rita.
After a small talk, Neha said, “Rita, you know I just moved here last week and don’t know much about this place or even this state. I applied for an internship here because I thought this being a very remote place, would be in need of doctors and good facilities. I was surprised looking at this town, to say the least. I liked it here, though it is too early to say. Before coming here, I used to think there was nothing I hadn’t seen. But, boy was I wrong? I am unable to wrap my head around the fact that there is a totally naked girl strolling in this town as if it is nobody’s business. I mean how is that even possible? What about her parents, family, society, authorities, moral police and media? How did…”