Rainy Night on the Boat with the Boatman – Doctor Madam

I was born and raised in the city of Kolkata. The busy corridors of medical college, late-night studies, and dreams—everything had kept my life neatly structured. After completing my MBBS and joining a government job at the age of twenty-seven, I thought: wherever they post me, I’ll manage.

But fate had scripted a completely different story. lushstory

My posting came to a remote rural government hospital, surrounded on all sides by vast wetlands, water, and endless mud. This place was also the centre of the entire sub-district. Leaving behind the familiar comforts of city life, I felt truly lost during those first few days.

The distance from my government quarters to the sub-district health complex was about two kilometres. The only way to cover that path was by boat. There were no pucca roads, no question of vehicles. At first it felt uncomfortable, but slowly this water route became a natural part of my daily life.

Every morning around 9:30 I would board the boat to the hospital, and return in the evening. Almost two months passed like this. In that time, my name had spread across the entire sub-district. The villagers started calling me “Doctor Madam”. free lush stories

It was on this daily commute that I got to know Rakesh.

Rakesh was a local boy, probably not more than twenty or twenty-one years old. He hadn’t studied much—family pressure had pushed him into becoming a boatman. Right from the first day, he spoke to me in a very simple, straightforward manner. While rowing, he would tell me stories of his life—sometimes about his dreams, sometimes about struggles and lack.

Most of the time I just listened quietly. adult lush stories

My feelings towards him were affectionate, almost like towards a younger brother. Growing up in the comfort of the city, I hadn’t seen many faces that carried such quiet struggle. Maybe that’s why I felt a special fondness for him.

Once I got on the boat, I never allowed anyone else to ride with us. After the noise and chaos of the hospital all day, this silent water journey was my only peaceful space. Rakesh understood that. He never asked questions.

Everything continued normally—until that rainy night arrived.

That day, work at the hospital got delayed. As soon as I stepped outside, the sky broke open and rain poured down. Lightning flashed dimly in the distance, everything around was swallowed by darkness. I saw Rakesh already waiting with the boat—completely drenched.

The moment I stepped onto the boat, the sound of rain seemed to drown out everything else. A little distance into the journey, the downpour intensified. The boat’s canopy was trembling, the wind felt icy cold. I got quite wet too. And Rakesh—he was soaked to the bone.

I was shivering from free erotic stories the cold. Rakesh was sitting very close to me. That familiar face suddenly felt strangely unfamiliar that night. But I knew if we stayed in wet clothes much longer, both of us could catch a fever. So I took off my shirt and trousers. Rakesh stared at me wide-eyed. Perhaps some unknown thrill was heating up his body. I told him to take off his clothes too.

Now both of us were almost naked. Well—not completely. I still had my bra and panties on. In the dim light and shadows, the warmth of his breath slowly began melting away my self-control.

I knew this was wrong. I was a doctor, posted here on government duty. And he was just an ordinary boy from this water-bound village. Yet I couldn’t hold myself back. I surrendered myself to this village boy.

We came very close to each other. Then began a primal game between us. We kissed each other deeply. Soon we were both completely naked. He filled me with intense passion, pressing his body against mine. His manhood moved up and down inside my deepest core. After some time like this, we both became exhausted.

Outside the boat there was only rain and darkness. Inside—there was a deep silence that was no longer ordinary. Perhaps nothing was said, but an ancient play unfolded—the same play that has kept humanity alive on this earth since the beginning.

That night, I became intimate with him three times. When the rain finally stopped, I went home.

The next morning the sun rose just like always. Hospital, patients, duty—everything continued normally. But whenever I sat in the boat, I couldn’t help thinking: if only it would rain again… then maybe we could merge into each other once more. erotic stories lush

After that day, my relationship with that boy changed completely. From then on, I started leaving the hospital a little later every day. Physical intimacy with him became as routine as rice and dal.

The earlier carefree conversations and laughter were replaced by a strange restraint. When our eyes met, we both stayed silent a little longer. No one said anything, but as soon as evening fell, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I surrendered myself to him again and again.

Yet I kept trying to convince myself—

This is wrong.  

I am a doctor.  

He is just a boatman.  

The people of this village respect me, trust me.

But does the human heart ever truly listen to logic?

I knew this closeness was dangerous. Still, my heart wished this short time could stretch a little longer.

A few days later, I realised I could no longer control myself. Even while working at the hospital, memories of the river would suddenly flood my mind—the silence under the boat’s canopy, that primal game, the sound of rain, Rakesh’s silent love—everything together made my mind restless.

One evening, just before getting off the boat, I suddenly stopped.

Rakesh looked at me.

I said,  

“Rakesh… this isn’t right for us.”

He didn’t reply. He only lowered his head and said softly,  

“I know, Madam.”

That single sentence contained everything—understanding, acceptance, resignation.

That very night I made up my mind. I would apply for a transfer. Not running away—but returning to my sense of duty. Taking one step away from myself, from my own weakness.

A few weeks later the transfer order arrived.

On the last morning I boarded the boat. The sky was clear, the river calm. Rakesh rowed in complete silence. When we reached the shore and it was time to step off, I paused for a moment.

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him.

He looked back. In that gaze there was no demand, no complaint—only a small, silent memory that both of us would carry for the rest of our lives.

As I stepped off the boat, I understood—  

Some stories don’t find completion in union.  

Some stories end only in silent decisions.

The boat slowly drifted away.

And that rainy night—it remained forever etched in memory.