#Dr. Mitra

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Best Dermatologist in GK1 Delhi - Dr. Mitra Amiri

Best Dermatologist in GK1 Delhi

Finding the perfect dermatologist near you to help you with your skin problems and other skin care needs can be a really difficult task. You might know nothing about the doctor and be skeptical to go for a consultation.

With your skin being so sensitive, it’s essential that you do proper research and find the best dermatologist for your skin care requirements. Well, if you’re in GK1 Delhi, then you’re in luck. We have done all the research for this area and found the best dermatologist in GK1 Delhi. We’re talking about Dr. Mitra Amiri, an aesthetic dermatologist with 11 years of experience and high-level expertise in conducting various cosmetic procedures and other treatments for skin and hair restoration.

Let us help you with more details on why we think she is the best dermatologist in GK1 Delhi.

Why is Dr. Mitra Amiri the Best Dermatologist in GK1 Delhi?

As difficult as it is to find the best dermatologist for your skin care needs, with thorough research, it’s possible. One of the dermatologists who we suggest for GK1 Delhi is Dr. Mitra Amiri. She is an aesthetic dermatologist with 11 years of experience in performing multiple cosmetic procedures and surgeries. She is an expert at different cosmetic surgery treatments such as Botox, fillers, face lift, thread lift, etc., with master training in Botulinum toxin.

With her experience and expertise, she is also an active trainer and strives to build her team of dermatologists, paramedics, and other support staff for Derma Arts. With hands-on training from Dr. Mitra Amiri, every person working as staff in the clinic is well-trained and knows their job well.

With Derma Arts you can get all kinds of skin treatments including cosmetic treatments, permanent makeup, facials, etc.

Moreover, the clinic is also equipped with treatments for hair restoration. Such treatments include hair transplants and other oral hair treatments.

Every procedure is done under the expertise of Dr. Mitra Amiri and she takes care that her patients feel comfortable with the treatments both during the treatment and after seeing the results of the treatment.

It’s this thorough dedication itself to her work that Dr. Mitra Amiri has won the award of best young dermatologist. There are many more awards and recognition that she has received.

Besides that, she is also an active member of multiple dermatology website.

So, she is a highly qualified dermatologist with years of experience and practice and ensures giving the best treatments to her patients. Her existing patients have seen fantastic results with her treatments and they’re able to stay more comfortable under their skin after the treatment.

She has also founded Derma Arts and even practices as an associate doctor in the GK1 Delhi region. So, whether you want to visit Derma Arts or any other clinic in GK1 Delhi for your skin treatments, you have Dr. Mitra Amiri available.

These factors are a direct indicator that Dr. Mitra Amiri is indeed the best dermatologist in GK 1 Delhi. So, what are you waiting for? Have skin problems? Go ahead and consult doctor Mitra Amiri.

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[nilanjanmitra]

Top Urology Doctors in Kolkata: Helping You Make the Right Choice

When it comes to your health, finding the right specialist can be a daunting task, especially when it involves sensitive issues related to urology. Urology encompasses a wide range of conditions affecting the urinary tract in both men and women, as well as the male reproductive organs. In Kolkata, there are several urology doctors known for their exceptional skill and patient care. This article aims to guide you in making an informed choice, focusing on some of the top urology doctors in the city, and highlighting Dr. Nilanjan Mitra as a leading figure in the field.

Understanding Urology

Urology is a branch of medicine that deals with the diagnosis and treatment of issues related to the urinary system, including conditions like urinary incontinence, kidney stones, and prostate cancer. Finding a qualified urologist who understands your specific health needs is essential for effective treatment and recovery.

Why Choose a Specialized Urologist?

Opting for a specialized urologist is crucial, as they possess the expertise and experience necessary to handle complex conditions and provide the best care options available. Moreover, a good urologist should be compassionate, patient, and willing to guide you through the treatment process while addressing your concerns thoroughly.

Top Urology Doctors in Kolkata

Here are some of the most reputed urologists in Kolkata who have made a name for themselves through their skills and patient satisfaction:

1. Dr. Nilanjan Mitra

Dr. Nilanjan Mitra is one of the best urologist in Kolkata, renowned for his cutting-edge approach and extensive experience in treating a wide range of urological conditions. With years of dedicated service, he has established a reputation for excellence in urology care in Kolkata. His clinic offers a comprehensive range of services, ensuring personalized treatment plans tailored to individual patient needs.

His expertise covers areas including minimally invasive surgeries, stone management, and male infertility treatments. Patients praise him not only for his technical skills but also for his empathetic approach, making him a preferred choice for those seeking Urology care in Kolkata.

2. Dr. Sanghamitra Mukherjee

Dr. Sanghamitra Mukherjee is another highly respected urologist in Kolkata, specializing in advanced laparoscopic procedures. She is known for her meticulous attention to detail and commitment to utilizing the latest technologies in her practice. With numerous research publications and years of clinical experience, Dr. Mukherjee has significantly contributed to the field of urology.

3. Dr. Joydeep Chakraborty

With a strong academic background and a wealth of experience, Dr. Joydeep Chakraborty has made significant contributions to the field of urology in Kolkata. His focus on patient-centric care and innovative treatment methods has garnered him a loyal patient base. Dr. Chakraborty is known for his expertise in prostate-related issues and kidney surgery, providing thorough consultations that leave patients well-informed about their options.

4. Dr. Debasish Mukherjee

Another notable urologist is Dr. Debasish Mukherjee, who specializes in pediatric urology. His compassionate nature and expertise in treating children with urological issues make him a favorite among parents. He combines medical knowledge with caring strategies, ensuring a comforting experience for both kids and their families.

Read More: Best Urologists in Kolkata for Kidney and Bladder Issues

Making the Right Choice

Choosing the best urologist is about more than just credentials; it's also about personal comfort and the quality of care you receive. Here are some tips to help you find the right urologist:

📌Research Online: Look for reviews, ratings, and patient testimonials. Websites like Practo and Google Reviews provide insights into patient experiences.

📌Consultation: Schedule an initial consultation to gauge your comfort level with the doctor. A good urologist will take the time to listen to your concerns and explain treatment options clearly.

📌Hospital Affiliation: Consider the hospital or clinic where the urologist practices. The facility's reputation and available technology can significantly impact your treatment.

Conclusion:

Kolkata is home to several skilled urology doctors, making it essential to choose the right one for your needs. Among them, Dr. Nilanjan Mitra stands out as one of the best urologists in Kolkata, offering dedicated urology care with a focus on patient wellbeing. Whether it’s a chronic condition or a preventive check-up, trusting a qualified urologist can make a significant difference in your health. Take your time to research and consult with professionals to ensure you make the best decision for your urological health. Remember, your well-being deserves the best care available!

[townpostin]

St. Mary's English High School Hosts Junior Block Prize Night

Dr. Sujata Mitra Of Meherbai Tata Memorial Hospital Attends As Chief Guest Event recognizes academic excellence and honors long-serving teacher Glenis Faraday. JAMSHEDPUR – The annual junior block prize night ceremony was held on Saturday at St. Mary’s English High School, in the auditorium of the senior block. Dr. Sujata Mitra, who is the Director of Meherbai Tata Memorial Hospital, was present…

[drelldreams]

how I picture the ME novel characters to look like

paul grayson & kahlee sanders

hendel mitra & dr jiro

liselle t‘loak & gillian grayson

[srbachchan]

DAY 6130

Jalsa, Mumbai Dec 1, 2024/Dec 2 Sun/Mon 12:09 am

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December 02 .. birthday greetings to Ef AMIT Lahoti .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

December 01 .. birthday greetings to Ef Shiladitya Mitra .. Ef Ashok Mistry .. and Ef Dr. Yvonne Nyake Ndelle from Canada 🇨🇦 .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

देरी के कारण जो कष्ट हुआ उ���के लिए क्षमा !!

सोचा था , जो सोचा वो सोच , सोचने के लिए उपयुक्त नहीं , अब जो सोच लिया , तो उसे सोचने के लिए सोच लीजिए

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and as always the apprehension on the 5.30 pm GOJ .. will they be there or not .. and the apprehension continues even after the apprehension has left us .. or rather left me ..

there is wonder each day .. each day of the existence on whether there is something that is being left out and needs to be done .. and the done is ever ringing for there is indeed much to be done - not for me .. but for Poojya Babuji ..

उनकी स्मृति सदा बहार बनकर रहे, यही कामना और प्रथना है !!

जीवन व्यवसाय के साधन कितने क्षीण होते चले जा रहे है । कम नहीं उपलब्धि में । क्षीण उनके आकार में । और हम सब उनमें लिपटे हुए हैं ।

and as the day endeth the resort to the words and expressions of Babuji's philosophy through his words and poetic expressions .. a resort that happens voluntarily .. I reached out to the library of his works that lie permanently beside me ..

values should never be at a distance from you .. 🙏

and as I open randomly a page .. this came out glaring at me .. apt , symbolic and the truest in form and nature :

A declaration of words and their relationship

I did not tell you of my pain & sorrow .. I said it to the pen I wrote it with .. if it did not deliver it to you .. I shall not blame you for it ..

I did not tell you of my pain & sorrow .. I said it to the paper I wrote it on .. if you did not understand me .. I shall not blame you for it ..

I did not tell you of my pain & sorrow .. I had said it through my words .. if you did not sympathise with me .. I shall not blame you for it ..

I did not tell you of my pain & sorrow .. I said to the dark nights, the voiceless dumb stars , the vacant aloof distant clouds .. if their reflected echos did not emanate from within you .. I shall not blame you for it ..

I knew that one day my befriended pain shall leave me ..

BUT .. the relationship of my pain with my words shall never leave me ...

.. and I would like to believe that my barefooted appearance at my door shall ever be present for them that come with their love and affection ..🌹

ओम् गण पतिय नमः ; जय सिया राम, जय श्री राम ; ॐ नमः शिवाय, ॐ नमः शिवाय, ॐ नमः शिवाय ; जय हनुमान ज्ञान गुन सागर ...

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स्नेह, आदर सदा ❤️❤️

अमिताभ बच्चन

Amitabh Bachchan

[brave-and-gentle]

The Patient

MDNI!!!!

Summary: As a dental hygienist for six years, nothing throws off Jean Kirstein. Until he meets you, his newest patient.

Pairings: afab reader x Jean

Warnings: lots of teasing, SMUT, oral of course because it's dentistry

Word count: ~8,000 (I uh, got carried away with this one)

Author's note: To my sister wife, @babypaloma, plz enjoy this time with our husband!! Also you should all know this is my first time writing true smut, plz be nice to me.

As a dental hygienist for six years, nothing throws off Jean Kirstein. He works at a small clinic in western Mitras, mostly patients under the age of 50 who live and work in the city. Though it's fairly relaxed, Jean has seen it all – one time, a seed stuck in a patient's retainer grew into a sprout. He's also seen rotting flesh inside a patient's mouth. Thankfully, those are rare cases.

But Jean is never phased by the unhinged things he's witnessed in people's mouths. He got into the profession simply because he likes helping people – he spends more time with the patients than the actual dentist. And he finds the science fascinating.

Jean has never been phased until he sees you.

You're flustered when you burst through the doors of the clinic. He notes how flushed pink your cheeks are and how wild your hair is from the wind. Outside, a fall storm rages. Bright orange, red and yellow leaves swirl around and slap the rain-soaked window. Though it's mid-morning, the storm has darkened the skies.

Jean hovers behind Sasha, the office manager, to see who his next patient is. Sasha opens the schedule on the computer and the cursor hovers over a woman's name. It's someone he doesn't recognize, and Jean remembers all his patients – so you must be new.

Sasha calls your name and Jean's eyes lock with yours as you dart up to the desk and apologize for being late.

“I didn't expect the storm today,” you say and peel off your soaking wet jacket.

Something unfamiliar jolts through Jean's body head to toe as you reveal a form-fitting shirt underneath your jacket. It's not inherently sexual, not at all, but with the way the rain drips off the ends of your hair onto your shirt – warmth courses through Jean's body and he's not quite sure why.

Your name rolls off Jean's tongue with ease. He's frozen as you lock eyes with him.

“I'm ready for you,” he says with a warm smile.

“Great.” You return his smile with bright eyes.

A shiver runs down Jean's spine. Before he loses his composure, he turns on his heel and leads you down to the exam room.

“After you,” he gestures and can't help but sneak a peak at your ass.

Keep it professional, Jean reminds himself. This certainly isn't the first time he's had an attractive patient. But something about you feels different.

He's about to run through all the routine questions for a new patient, but he notices most of your chart is already filled out – your name, number, address, etc.

“Are you a new patient?” Jean asks, perplexed.

“Ah, yes and no,” you explain. “I went to a clinic under the same system in eastern Mitras, but I just moved, so now I'm here.”

“Gotcha, same system, different clinic.” Jean notes that your emergency contact is a woman's name – Pieck Finger. Either you don't have a serious significant other – or you're not interested in men at all. There's no relationship listed, but he can add one.

“And what's Pieck's relationship to you?” Jean clears his throat.“Friend, roommate, partner?”

“Oh – friend and roommate,” you answer from the exam chair. Jean nods and adds that note into your chart. Of course, it's still a possibility that you're dating someone, but he's not exactly sure how to ask. Or if he should. No, Jean knows he shouldn't. It's not professional. Dr. Levi Ackerman would throttle him.

“And what brought you to the western side?” He asks and pulls up your dental records.

“Pieck and I just wanted to explore a different part of the city,” you answer and shrug.

“Yeah? How you like it here so far?” Jean mindlessly scrolls through your records. He's skimming them, stalling for time to chat with you, to learn more about you beyond what's in your chart.

“Love it,” you emphasize. “The eastern side was a bit too corporate for me. I like all the small shops around here.”

Jean swivels in his chair to turn to you. “So you don't miss the east side at all? Nothing tying you there?” This is about as close as he can get to asking you if you have a boyfriend without making it inappropriate.

“Nope.” You make direct eye contact with Jean. The mischievous glimmer in your eyes sends ripples up and down his body. “That's the great part about moving to a new place. I'm open and available for anything.” Heat rises to Jean's face. He didn't expect you to answer so confidently. He puts on his face mask on to cover up his blushing face. Well, that answers that, he thinks.

“Oh by the way,” Jean says as he realizes there was something in your chart worth noting. He turns back to the computer screen to double check. “Just a heads up that next time you come in, we'll have to do updated x-rays.”

“Ugh.”

Jean chuckles. “Sensitive gag reflex?” The words are out of his mouth before he realizes the implications of what he asked. He didn't mean it like that though. Plenty of patients struggle with sensitive gag reflex, so it's not something he's thought of as inherently sexual. But with you on his exam chair? It's a totally different connotation.

“Oh, very,” you drawl. Jean's eyes practically pop out of his skull. He's relieved that he's looking at the computer screen and not you. Not while he's wondering exactly how sensitive your gag reflex is, especially if -

No, no, NO, Jean reprimands himself. He clears his throat again.

“Alright then.” He's not sure how to segue out of that. He pulls on a new pair of gloves and gets to work.

It's no exaggeration for Jean to say you have the prettiest mouth he's ever seen. He's glad that he has several years of dental cleaning experience and can turn his brain on autopilot. If he were less experienced, he might get distracted. Since you're unable to talk, Jean loses himself in his work, moving from one tooth to the next to remove plaque. There's not much too of it – he can tell you keep up with your regular cleanings.

After a couple minutes, Jean wipes the scaler off and returns to your mouth, which you've closed. Obedient, you open your mouth as Jean moves closer to you – and you lick a gloved finger tip. He freezes.

Did that really just happen?

No, that had to be an accident.

But you're making direct eye contact with him again, as if presenting a challenge.

Jean clears his throat, again, and tries to ignore the faint pulsing in between his legs.

Get your shit together, Kirstein, he berates himself.

He continues his work, but Jean's finger tip is still warm where you licked him. After a few more minutes, he's finished with the plaque removal.

“Nice,” he says and switches to the polisher. “I can tell you're pretty good about coming in for appointments.”

“I am a pretty good girl about that,” you answer in a low voice.

Jean gulps.

He turns to you and rolls his chair closer to yours.

“Um – ready?” He holds the polisher in one hand.

“Ready.” You lick your lips and open your mouth.

The faint pulsing in between Jean's legs throbs as he imagines what your mouth would look like wrapped around his dick.

His mental filter is destroyed.

Jean is a goner.

He forces himself to focus on polishing your teeth, even though his eyes are pulling him to sneak a peak at your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to rip his gloves off and trace your body while you lie on the exam chair.

Jean is grateful that you can't possibly see the raging boner under his long, white coat.

After he's done polishing your teeth, Jean gives you a swig of water and places the suction in your mouth to finish up. You hold on to the suction as it cleans out the water in your mouth.

Jean's hand trembles as he holds it inside your mouth. You hold onto it for far longer than necessary.

“Mmmm,” you hum and gaze at Jean with lazy eyes.

His heart pounds.

He wants to make you hum like that again.

With his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.

“Alright, how we doin'???” Dr. Hange Zoe bursts in to greet you two.

You open your mouth and Jean quickly removes the suction.

“Good,” you both answer at the same time.

“Can I take a look?” Dr. Zoe plops onto the other chair and rolls toward you. Jean tears himself away and busies himself with going over your chart on the computer again. “Any issues, Jean?”

“Nope, she's perfect,” he answers. And he means it. He's not quite sure what it is pulling him toward you – your bold attitude, your confidence, your sparkling eyes, and most obviously, your plush lips. Jean folds his hands in his lap, silently begging Dr. Zoe to stay focused on you and not his still present boner.

“Wow, you've got a great set of teeth!” They exclaim. “No risk of cavities anywhere. I'm not worried about anything. We really don't see mouths like this every day, do we Jean?”

“Um, uh – no, we don't,” Jean stutters. He stares at your phone number in your chart. It would be all too easy to write it down while Dr. Zoe was examining you.

But he couldn't – he shouldn't – cross that line. No, he's not some perv.

“I think we're all good here,” Dr. Zoe says and removes their gloves. “Jean boy, why don't you schedule our fine patient's next appointment?” They run off to see the next patient before waiting for a response. Jean pulls up the schedule and clicks through to the spring.

“It'll be the usual six months out,” he explains. “How's Friday morning again?”

“Sounds like a date. Though I was hoping for sooner than six months.”

Jean's mouth goes dry.

“Yeah, standard procedure, it's too bad. . .” he trails off and sneaks a peak at you behind his shoulder. You're sitting up now and grinning like a devil. “Anyways, I'll walk you out?” Thankfully, his boner has mostly dissipated. Mostly. He folds his hand in front of his crotch just in case. “Any plans for the weekend?”

“I haven't made too many friends on this side of town yet. The weekend might be a good opportunity though. Actually - I'll be at the bar down the street Saturday night.”

“Oh really?” Jean's voice squeaks ever so slightly. He knows exactly what bar you're talking about. After shifts, he and Sasha sometimes stop there and meet up with a few of their other friends.

“Uh huh,” you nod slowly and grab your still damp jacket from the rack. Jean towers over you as you slowly zip it up. “I guess I'll see you in six months – or maybe sooner.” You wink as you dash out the door before Jean has a chance to say goodbye.

Like a zombie, he walks back behind the desk over to Sasha.

“Um, how much time before my next patient?” He asks and leans over to see the schedule on her computer.

Sasha whirls around. “I have a more important question who was that? She sounded like she was begging you to go out with her!” Her amber eyes beg Jean for more information.

“What now?” A deadpan voice forces Jean to stand up pin straight.

“Nothing, sir!” Though Dr. Levi Ackerman was nearly a foot shorter than Jean, he never ceased to scare the shit out of him. Dr. Ackerman gives Jean the side eye. “I heard something about flirting? I swear to god Kirstein-”

“It was nothing sir, I swear!” Jean tries to explain, terrified that his professional behavior is being questioned, or worse, that Dr. Ackerman will reassign you to another dental hygienist.

“Tch.” Dr. Ackerman stalks off, temporarily satisfied.

Relieved, Jean collapses in the chair next to Sasha.

“Your next appointment is in about 15 minutes – Floch, do you remember him?”

Jean wracks his brain. “Ah yeah, serial cavity offender. Can't wait,” he grumbles.

He wishes all his patients looked like you.

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You and your best friend Pieck cackle on the floor of your living room together. You clutch your stomach, aching from laughter.

“I can't believe I did that,” you gasp out and wipe tears of laughter from your eyes. As soon as you came home from the dentist, you told Pieck everything. You're not usually that bold, but relative anonymity empowered you.

“Way to start out our move with a bang,” Pieck laughs. “Although, not quite,” she gives a wry smile. “What did he look like? Tell me more!”

“Ugh,” you groan and roll onto your stomach. “Sexy as hell. Tall, really tall. Ashy brown hair – kinda shaggy, but it works for him. Hazel eyes. He seemed pretty fit too.”

“Sounds like you got a pretty good look. I still can't believe you did that,” Pieck shakes her head, her dark waves flying all over. “You're going to get banned for sexual harassment!” She teases.

“And I'd do it again,” you giggle and shrug.

You mean it – mostly. It might make for an awkward appointment in the spring, but with the way Jean flushed every time you teased him, you couldn't help but egg him on.

“Do you think he'll actually show up tomorrow night?” Pieck asks more seriously.

“I dunno.” You place your hand on your chin. “But I think it's worth going regardless.”

You and Pieck pick a seat at the bar that gives you two a perfect view of the front doors. You sit on margaritas all night, but the tall dental hygienist you're looking for never shows. You admit you're a little disappointed. With how flustered Jean was, you thought he might return your interest, but perhaps not. Or maybe he was seeing someone else. Guilt sinks into you as you wonder if pushed the poor guy too far. You shake it off and chat with Pieck about all the new places in your neighborhood you want to try.

The next six months pass by in a blur. You start your new job, which is boring, quite honestly, but it pays the bills. You and Pieck make new friends through various activities like a book club, yoga classes, and the community garden. You go on a few dates here and there, but nothing really sticks. They're a fun time, but thoughts about a certain tall dental hygienist come back like a boomerang.

You search the clinic website to try and find Jean's last name, but they only have the doctors listed. You've never been much into dating apps, but you download them all in hopes that you find him. You don't. So he's either taken or not into dating apps.

Admittedly, Jean begins to fade into memory as the days grow colder.

Then when spring hits, you remember.

You're practically skipping as you walk to your dentist appointment. The spring sun warms you from head to toe. You breath in the fresh scent of blooming cherry blossoms. You hope you didn't scare Jean away and that he's still your dental hygienist.

The same woman with long, brown hair and eager amber eyes greets you. Her name tag reads Sasha. You plop down on the white couches and aimlessly scroll through your phone.

A familiar voice calls your name.

You jerk your head up.

Jean stands in front of you with a wry smile on his face. “I'm ready for you.”

“Oh, uh, perfect,” you stutter and stand up. You follow him to the exam room.

He's even taller than you remembered. And more rugged – this time he's sporting a bit of scruff.

“After you,” he says and gestures to the exam chair. You sit down and turn sideways to watch him bring up your chart on the computer. You confirm that you have the same number, address, emergency contact, all the basic information.

“Any regular coffee or soda intake?” Jean asks.

“Occasional coffee,” you answer and swing your legs back forth. You twirl the ends of your hair. “I have an. . . addictive personality.”

“Oh yeah?” Jean turns to meet you with his earthy hazel eyes. He smirks and tilts his head. “What's your flavor?”

“Mostly bitter,” you blurt. “With a splash of milk.”

“Sounds right up my alley,” Jean says, holding eye contact. “Anyways.” He gets up and pulls out a strange looking machine. “We need to do updated x-rays today since your chart says it's been a few years.”

“Great,” you mutter. Last time you had to do these at the other clinic, you practically choked on everything the dental hygienist shoved in your mouth.

“Don't worry, I'll be gentle,” Jean purrs. “I remember you said you had a . . . sensitive gag reflex.”

You gulp as you turn yourself to sit the correct way in the exam chair. It's your turn to be flustered now.

Jean turns to you and holds a long, plastic device with his careful, gloved hands.

“Open up,” he whispers. “Nice and wide.”

You obey. You have no idea what the x-ray equipment is called, all you know is that it looks like some sort of instrument of torture devised for those cursed with small mouths.

“Bite down here,” Jean commands and taps on a red tab. You follow his instructions and fight to keep from gagging as the end of the device pokes the back of your throat. After a few seconds of extreme discomfort, Jean motions for you to open your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises you as he slowly pulls the contraption out of your mouth. Goosebumps prickle up and down your arms.

Once the x-rays are done, you lie down for the regular cleaning and polishing. Jean runs a glove-covered thumb over your bottom lip as your mouth parts.

“Still looking good,” he murmurs.

You're not sure whether it's good or bad that you can't speak right now. Your soft lips burn under the gentle pressure of Jean's thumb. Your heart pounds with every movement Jean's fingers make in your mouth. It's not the exact actions – they're exactly the same as than any other dentist appointment. It's the sensual intention.

Or is it just your imagination? The urge to experiment rushes through you like a heat wave.

Jean's deft fingers move from tooth to tooth, perfecting them. In the middle of these movements, you find an opportunity to poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue. He pauses, hazel eyes widening. There's no hiding what Jean is thinking. The corners of your mouth tilt up, knowing that lewd thoughts about you are pouring into his mind.

He clears his throat and moves your tongue back with his fingers.

“Behave yourself,” he chastises you.

You want to giggle, but your mouth is full of, well – him.

Jean is finished with the cleaning all too soon. Dr. Zoe bursts in with the same gusto you remember from last time.

“How's our best patient doing?” They ask and bounce up and down on the chair next to you.

“Couldn't be better,” you grin and look past their excited demeanor to Jean. His hazel eyes burn with intensity. This time, he doesn't hide in the computer. Your body tingles knowing that he's undressing you with his eyes. His tongue slips out of his mouth and runs along his bottom lip. You have to break eye contact as Dr. Zoe does their own examination, albeit much quicker and less invasive than Jean's. It takes everything you have to refrain from jumping out of the chair and onto Jean.

“No issues,” Dr. Zoe confirms, almost a carbon copy of last fall. “Except watch the spot right behind your front teeth. It's not anything major, I can just tell that you're missing that spot when brushing. Anyways, I gotta do a root canal – see you in the fall!” They say your name and dash off to another less fortunate patient.

“So our perfect patient is not so perfect?” Jean raises an eyebrow at you as the two of you are alone in the room again.

“I guess not,” you sigh. “Seems I'm missing a spot.”

“I can help you with any spots you need help with,” he says, eyes lingering at your breasts. The sensitive spot between your legs begins to throb at that idea.

You cross your legs and smirk. The boldness you felt at that last appointment has returned. “And how might you help me with that?”

“I know a few ways,” Jean begins, “but it might be best for outside the office. Maybe at a certain bar tomorrow night.”

You pause. Tomorrow is Saturday. The same day of the week you suggested Jean meet you six months ago, and he never showed.

“A Saturday appointment? You must be a hard worker.” You tease. “How can I guarantee you'll be there?” You push, refusing to be let down again.

“I think I know a way.” Jean holds up a business card and drops it on the floor. You frown, not quite understanding. He gets up and leaves the room. “I'll walk you out when you're ready,” he calls.

You get up from the exam chair and grab the card off the floor.

Jean Kirstein.

It lists his title as a dental hygienist, the clinic phone number and his work email – nothing personal or interesting, aside from his last name. You flip the card over.

His cell phone number is scrawled on the back. A smile spreads across your face. He must mean it this time.

You pocket the card and flounce out of the room and walk side-by-side with Jean down the hallway. “I just realized we didn't talk about scheduling your next appointment. Same time, same place?” He asks, mischief dancing in his eyes.

You realize just how tall this man is when you have to crane your next up to look at him as you reach the lobby.

“Works for me. The earlier the better.”

Your heart throbs with anticipation – and nerves. You dash out the door without saying goodbye.

“Shut up.” You hear Jean hiss as you leave, no doubt to the woman who was checking patients in for appointments.

You know you won't have to wait another six months to see Jean Kirstein.

~ ~ ~

You tap your fingers repeatedly on the edge of the bar table in a sort of rhythmic trance. It's Saturday evening and you're waiting to see if your dental hygienist shows up – if Jean Kirstein shows up. You remind yourself to refer to his actual name, not his occupation. A dark-haired man sitting nearby you catches your eyes with his bright green ones. Well, if Jean doesn't show up, at least there's something to look at, you think.

Before arriving at the bar, you agonized over what to wear while Pieck sat on your bed and gave nods of approval for outfits you liked. In the end, you chose a springy dress with a black leather jacket. Cute, but a little edgy.

You've already downed one gin and tonic to calm your nerves. Jean seemed to be pretty damn clear that he'd be here this time. And you have his number to text if he doesn't.

You dig your phone out of your purse, wondering if it's been long enough that you should text. You're just about to type out a message when -

“Hey there.” You look up, expecting warm, hazel eyes, but piercing green ones meet you instead. The man who's been trying to catch your attention all evening.

“Hi.” A smile spreads across your face. Though you'd rather see Jean, you can't help but smile an another attractive man – you're only human, after all.

“Eren,” the man introduces himself and offers a warm hand. You shake it, noticing the rough calluses. Eren clearly works out. “I couldn't help but notice you're here alone. Can I buy you drink? My time is free.” He offers a sly grin.

You consider Eren's offer for half a second, but a hand with long fingers claps down on his shoulder.

“Actually, she's here with me.”

An even bigger smile bursts across your face. Any notion of entertaining a night with someone else flees from your mind.

Jean is here.

“Sorry for the confusion,” you apologize to Eren, though you're really not that sorry. “Nice to meet you though,” you call out as he turns away, disgruntled.

“And I'm sorry I'm late,” Jean apologizes to you. “I got a bit uh, preoccupied.” He runs his hand through his ash brown hair. He looks different outside of the dental office. Younger and more nervous. More human. He's wearing dark jeans and an olive green button up, though the last couple buttons remain open, giving you an open view of his throat and a glimpse of his chest – which seems to be as well defined as you imagined.

“No worries,” you reassure him and use your straw to shuffle the ice in your mostly empty glass. “I'm glad you showed up this time.”

Jean places his hands on the chair in front of you and leans over slightly. “Yeesh, I'm not off to a great start, am I?” He asks, another apology written on his face. “I chickened out last time, if I'm being honest. I was nervous about,” he pauses to think, “professional boundaries.”

“I didn't get you in trouble, did I?” You tease.

“Nah,” he waves and laughs, giving you a full view of his teeth. Of course the guy who works at a dental office has perfect teeth. You wonder what they might feel like on your skin. Heat flushes your face. “Anyways – what are you drinking?” He points to your empty glass.

“Gin and tonic.” You raise your glass. Jean takes it and stalks off to the bar.

You shift to cross your legs and can't help but smile as Jean orders drinks for you two. You've never been this bold before, so you certainly didn't imagine the dental appointment encounter would turn in to anything – but here you are. And here is Jean, returning to your table with another gin and tonic for you and one for him.

“I think you had a good idea,” he says, sitting down and placing the drinks on your table. “Spring is the best time for gin.” He takes a sip and holds eye contact with you. You haven't even made physical contact tonight, but those earthy hazel eyes threaten to shatter every part of your being.

You nod in agreement and mirror Jean, taking a sip of your drink. “So, back to the professional boundaries,” you begin. “Leaving your number on the card was clever.”

Jean chuckles. “I was mulling over that one for days. I knew your appointment was coming up and I didn't want to mess it up this time.”

“And you couldn't take my number from my chart?” You smirk and play with your straw with your tongue. Jean is captivated by your swirling tongue.

“Definitely would've been a privacy violation. Dr. Ackerman would've had my ass if he ever found out. But nobody can fault me for dropping a business card that just happened to have my cell number on it.” He shrugs in mock innocence.

“That makes sense,” you nod, taking on a slightly more serious tone as you find yourself wondering more about Jean's life. “Which one is Dr. Ackerman?”

“Small guy with dark hair. Usually looks like someone just shoved something up his ass,” Jean laughs. You recall passing this doctor in the hallway – and his photo on the dental clinic website. “It's a wonder Dr. Zoe saw something in him.”

“Wait.” You tilt your head. “Dr. Zoe and Dr. Ackerman are together?” You're a bit bewildered by this, given Dr. Zoe's erratic nature and Dr. Ackerman's stoicism.

“Yep,” Jean answers and takes a swig of his drink. “Most people wouldn't know by the way they act. But yeah, they met in grad school and started this clinic together.”

“And how'd you end up at the clinic?” You're not usually one to chat about jobs – to you, they're fairly meaningless, but considering it's a major part of how you met Jean, you want to know more.

“Mmm, I always found human biology interesting. I thought it would be fun to specialize in something, so I shadowed Dr. Zoe for a few weeks on summer and they never let me go. They're also a part-time professor at the university I went to, so it was an easy in. They tried to convince me to continue schooling to be a dentist, but I prefer spending time with patients, which you ironically don't get to do as much when you're a doctor. And, to be honest, I didn't want to go to grad school any longer than I had to.”

“Amen to that.” You lift your drink up and you clink your glasses together. You had briefly considered grad school, but the though of dropping another few thousand dollars didn't sit right with you.

You ask Jean a few more questions and learn that he lives with two of his best friends from college, Connie Springer and Marco Bodt. Jean is an only child and frequently visits his parents in Trost. He played basketball and ran track when he was in high school, but gave up sports in college in favor of his studies – and an art club.

“An art club? For real?” You ask.

Jean chuckles. “You'd think science and art don't mix well, but I think they go hand-in-hand. I think there's something beautiful about human biology, so I used that for inspiration for a lot of my sketches.” He pauses and stares at you with a wistful gaze. “Anyways. What about you? What more should I know about you besides your perfect mouth?” Jean gives you a crooked smirk.

It's like a live wire flashes through you. It's strange, this combination of genuinely getting to know you – and suggestive flirting. This isn't exactly one-night stand behavior. You aren't sure what to expect, but you can't deny the magnetic pull toward Jean's mind and body.

You tell Jean about how you grew up in smaller town in the southern part of the region, but had always craved something bigger. You went to college in Jinae, a step up, but it still wasn't quite what you were looking for.

Jean perks up at this. “Jinae? Really? My roommate Marco grew up there. Any chance you know him?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. It's a big area.”

“Figured it was worth asking.” Jean places his chin on his hand. “So why didn't you stay in Jinae?”

“I, um,” you bite your bottom lip, wondering why you're about to confess this to a near stranger. And yet, there's a warmth and genuine curiosity about Jean that encourages you to open up. “I didn't have the easiest time making friends.” Jean tilts his head at you, silently asking for further explanation. “I had friends in classes and clubs, sure, but I rarely got an invite to hang out after class or on weekends.” Weekends were the bane of your existence in college. You had often wondered if you should transfer, but weren't willing to fill out the mountain of required paperwork. Your face burns, wondering what Jean thinks of your difficult time in college.

“So how'd you meet Pieck?” Jean picks up on your nerves and deftly moves the conversation forward. “It sounds like you two are pretty close.” Jean slurps down the last of his drink.

You explain that out of sheer boredom on weekends, during your senior year you signed up to volunteer to help maintain one of the campus wildflower gardens. Pieck was there too, and you two have been inseparable ever since. When she asked what your plans were after graduation, if you'd consider moving to the big city with her, and you jumped at the opportunity.

“Pieck is a spit fire,” you laugh and swirl your straw in your once again empty glass. “She keeps me alive.” You're not sure if it's the alcohol or Jean's gaze that warms you from head to toe.

“Sounds like someone else I know.” Jean winks. Under the table, his foot nudges yours and moves up and down, tracing the outline of your calf. Your insides shiver. “I'm done if you are,” Jean says as he shakes his glass, the ice chiming like a spring melody. “Want to get out of here and sober up a bit?”

“Definitely.”

~ ~ ~

Jean holds your hand and leads you down a winding stone path that connects to another right by the river. The two of you meander along the river and make idle chat. As a seasoned veteran of western Mitras, Jean gives you a fair amount of suggestions of places that you and Pieck can check out – coffee shops, bookstores, theaters, wine bars, etc.

“Oh, this is the best part,” he interrupts himself and pulls you across a bridge that matches the stone walkway. With his long legs, you have to half jog to keep up with Jean. He stops in the middle and leans back against the stone. You mirror him and take in the view of the city lights. It's like dancing fireflies in the night.

“This view is spectacular,” you breath.

“Yes, it is.”

You look up at Jean, but he's not looking at the city skyline. He's looking right at you. A sharp, spring wind cuts into you like a knife. You shiver and automatically lean in closer to Jean's body heat. You're close enough to smell his cologne – sandalwood?

Jean cups your face with his hand, and leans down to you. Your heart beat thunders as he draws closer and closer. He stops just inches away from your lips. You can see every shade of his earthy hazel eyes. Jean raises an eyebrow – a nonverbal question.

You smile and nod, closing your eyes.

Jean closes the gap.

The first kiss is soft, tentative.

Jean's other hand wanders to the back of your head, twisting his fingers in your hair. His grip is firm, yet gentle.

You place your hands on each of his arms, craving to touch his firm biceps without the jacket in the way.

Jean's tongue flicks to your lips, asking another nonverbal question.

You open your mouth, and his sweet and sour taste floods your senses. Your kisses grow hungrier. You're both desperate for more. Your hands wander up and down Jean's chest, begging to touch more, as are his, as he slips a warm hand under your dress, tracing your thighs while the other hand holds your hip.

Jean breaks away for a half second. “You taste as good as I imagined,” he murmurs and returns to your lips for more. “Better, actually,” he adds in between desperate kisses.

You pull away, head spinning.

You know exactly what you want, and given the look in Jean's eyes, you know what he wants too.

“Pieck is home tonight,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. “Your place?”

Jean grimaces. “Marco and Connie have a few friends over.”

“Ah.” You slide your hands off Jean and look at the stone bridge beneath you. So much for ending with a bang – like Pieck said.

“Unless?” Jean raises an eyebrow and a mischievous look takes over his face.

~ ~ ~

“This is insane,” you giggle. Jean holds one of your hands while the other digs his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door to the dental clinic. “Won't someone be able to see that you've used your key fob?”

“Nah,” Jean says and pulls you through the door with him. “Sasha's the only one can see it – and she never does. I could always ask her to erase the history from the security system if I really need.”

The clinic is completely dark, except for a few security lights. The only sounds are your nervous giggles and Jean's breath. “This looks completely different now.”

“You're about to get a whole new perspective,” Jean grins. “C'mon.” He leans down and grabs you by the waist to throw you over his shoulder. You shriek and laugh, both from surprise and that Jean is strong enough to throw you over his shoulder like you're a sack of flour.

Jean walks all the way down the hallway and opens the door to the last exam room. The one you two were in yesterday.

“I'm ready for you,” he whispers and turns the dimmed lights on while still holding on to you with one hand.

Jean lays you down on the exam chair. You take your leather jacket off and lie down on your back.

This is indeed an entirely different perspective.

Jean crawls on top of you and kisses you with intensity, your tongues hungry, searching for more. You run your hands through his ash brown hair that he probably spent hours getting just right. Jean's hand creeps up under your dress again, this time wandering all the way up to your rib cage. His thumb strokes just along your bra line. Jean wiggles his hand under your bra and squeezes your breast. He runs his thumb back and forth over your nipple. You give a small shudder. You only breath when Jean takes a short kissing break to nip at your bottom lip. He's pinned your legs together with his knees, forceful enough to make you shiver, gentle enough to let you know you can stop any time.

But you don't want to stop.

You want more of Jean.

You break away and trace the outline of his face with your finger, his scruff gently scratching back at you.

“There's something I want,” you whisper. You close your mouth and poke your tongue on the inside of your cheek, mirroring your actions from a previous appointment. Jean smirks in both surprise and wonder.

“You sure?” He asks as he undoes his belt buckle.

“Mmhmm.”

Jean unzips his pants and they fall to the ground, belt buckle clanging against the hard floor. His boxers fall to his knees.

“Open wide then, pretty baby.”

Jean grips the head piece of the exam chair and surges forward.

Enormous is the only way to describe the most intimate part of his body. Your eyes widen, unsure if he can fit in your mouth. No, there's no way.

But you're sure as hell going to try.

You stroke his dick up and down with tantalizing fingers. Jean groans, begging for more.

You lean forward slightly and lick the precum leaking from his tip. You run your tongue up and down his shaft. Jean twitches and moans louder in response.

“Be a good girl and take me,” he gasps.

You're more than happy to accept Jean's challenge.

You take in as much of Jean's dick as you can, sucking and salivating. Jean's groans turn guttural. His arms on either side of you shake and bulge.

You repeat the motions and use one hand to stroke the very last of him that you can't quite fit in your mouth. The bundle of nerves in between your legs flushes, wondering what Jean will feel like there.

“Hey. . .” Jean trails off in between moans, “I think I'm gonna-”

With Jean's warning, you lurch forward in attempt to swallow as much of him as you can.

Except when his tip nudges the back of your throat, your throat heaves. Your stomach jerks up to your throat. You involuntarily push Jean away and out of your mouth.

You turn your head away, mouth now empty, and cough up the saliva caught in your throat.

“Shit, you okay?” Jean lowers himself to make eye contact with you, his eyes frantic.

“I'm fine,” you sputter and wipe your mouth. His face softens.

“So you do have a sensitive gag reflex?”

“I told you!” You and Jean burst out laughing together at the ridiculous scene – the two of you tangled up together, breathless on a dental exam chair. “So you didn't. . .?”

“Not yet,” Jean winks. “You know, there's something I'd like as well.” He tugs at the hem of your dress. You lift up your arms up for Jean to take your dress off with ease. He tosses it to the ground.

Jean leans in for a few kisses, then trails his lips down your neck, your collarbone, and finally, to your breasts. Goosebumps prickling on your skin follow Jean's lips. He pauses at your breasts and savors them – taking one in his mouth and giving you a little nip.

A soft groan escapes your lips.

Jean looks up at you for a second, smirks and then bites a little harder as he marks your chest. He flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue before continuing his descent.

Jean kisses your stomach all the way down to your hips, where he bites down. You squirm and gasp – a blur between ticklish and pleasure.

He continues his path of kisses, down, down, down. You barely register that Jean slips off your panties. He parts your thighs and places them on top of his shoulders, granting himself a full view of the most intimate part of your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before he peppers your inner thighs with kisses. A spark ignites in between your legs. Jean teases your slit with his tongue, running up and down. Your entire body is a single flame, begging for more kindling.

“Jean, please,” you beg as you run your hands through his hair.

“Please what?” He pauses his teasing to grin up at you.

“Please. . .” you trail off and sigh as Jean resumes his teasing. “Play with my clit,” you gasp.

“C'mon now, darlin',” he purrs. “Be a good girl and wait for me.”

Jean parts your lips with his fingers and pushes his tongue inside you and trails up to your clit – but only with feather light pressure.

You whimper, craving more. You squirm and buck your hips, physically begging Jean. He grabs your hips, restraining you. You begin to drip.

He finally obliges.

Jean swirls his tongue around your bundle of nerves.

You release a high-pitched gasp and dig your nails into his arms.

Your body blazes into a roaring fire.

Jean is relentless in his efforts to make you cum, and you're both soon rewarded.

“J – Jean, I – I – I -” you gasp.

You can't get a thought, let alone a sentence, out before you climax.

Your body explodes into a wildfire. Several waves of tension and relaxation roll through you. Jean grips harder onto your hips and digs deeper with his tongue, keeping you going as long as he can.

As the last wave of pleasure collapses over you, you arms spill off the sides of the exam chair. Every muscle, every cell in your body has melted from your wildfire. Sparks ripple through your fingertips and toes.

“Wow,” you breath, unable to string together a coherent thought.

“Ready for more?” Jean grins and places his dick right at your entrance, rubbing up and down your slit, wetting his tip from you.

You jerk up and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Ah, wait, do you have-”

“Got it,” Jean answers and dives down to his pants to grab an unwrapped condom from his pocket.

“You came prepared,” you huff, still unable to return to your normal voice.

“Always am,” he gives you a sly smirk. “Uh, although,” he pauses, giving his statement a second thought. “Not that I always do this. You're the only person I've ever brought here,” he stammers, his earthy hazel eyes widening.

“Good.” You find Jean's back and forth bravado and awkward nerves endearing. You take the half-opened condom from him. You rip it all the way open and hand it back to him.

“I'm patiently waiting for you. Get it, because I'm also your patient?” You chuckle at your own bad joke and lie back down on the table, legs open.

“Yes, I get it,” Jean rolls his eyes and returns your smile as he rolls the condom on. “Are you ready for me?” He whispers, hovering over you, and kisses the shell of your ear.

“Ready.”

He nudges his tip at your entrance. Your lips part and stretch, making way for his length.

“All good?” He whispers. You nod and bite your lower lip in anticipation. “I'll go slow. Let me know if it hurts.”

“Mm'kay,” you breath as he sinks deeper into you. You grimace slightly as your walls adjust to his length. Jean pauses and raises his eyebrows at you. “Keep going,” you command and place your hands on his ass, urging him to melt deeper into you.

Jean obeys, sinking more and more until he's all the way inside you. He pumps slowly, glancing at you every so often to let you control his pace. Jean sighs with every stroke, worshiping your body as his hands wander and praise every inch of you. You release a mewl as his dick reaches your most sensitive spot, making your insides curl with pleasure.

“Right there, hmm?” Jean pumps harder and faster with a new desperation. He lifts your hips at a slight angle, closer to him – Jean can't get enough of you. He dives for your neck, sucking and biting, muffling his rising groans. “Need more,” he growls.

Without warning, he lifts you up off the chair and you curl around him like a koala, as if by second nature. You're slammed against the nearest wall, Jean still holding you by your thighs, and fucks you against the wall. You cling to him and rest your chin on his shoulder. His weight against you forces a breathy moan with every powerful stroke. Jean's dick reaches deep inside you, a spot you didn't even know existed releasing heat throughout your body. You rake your nails up and down his back as he rails into you over and over again.

“Soon,” he pants.

Curious, you lift your chin off Jean's shoulder and find his hazel eyes glazed over, drunk on you. His mouth is parted and a bead of sweat drips down his temple.

You give Jean a crooked smirk, and that pretty smile of yours is what pushes him over the edge.

He releases a moan of purse ecstasy, and chants your name like a prayer. His arms shake, but still hold you firm against the wall. You know he won't drop you until he's completely finished spilling into you.

After several final strokes, Jean carries you back over to the exam chair and collapses back on top of you. He rests his head on your breasts and you rhythmically stroke his ash brown hair.

As you both catch you breath, Jean looks back up at you with a devilish grin.

“So,” he starts and runs his pointer finger along your lips. “When do I get to see that pretty mouth again?”

“Definitely sooner than six months,” you say and nip at his finger.

“Good. I do want to see you again,” Jean confirms. “Outside the office. Very unprofessionally.”

“I think we can arrange another appointment,” you tease. “As long as I'm your star patient.”

“You are certainly the best patient I've ever had.”

[humansofnewyork]

(39/54) “It would have been suicide to fight. There were no courts to petition. No laws to challenge. The only weapon that we had left were our words. I joined together with five colleagues from the Pan-Iranist party, and we formed an underground journal. We met daily in an abandoned office. We wrote with pen and paper, and when each issue was finished it would be secretly printed by a friend that worked at a publishing house. I wrote under the name of Rahdmard. It was the same name Mitra and I would later give to our fourth child, who was born severely disabled. It means a man who is noble. A man who is morally upright. It’s what I wanted for him, and it’s what I wanted for myself as well. In my articles I never attacked the regime directly. I didn’t mention the executions. I never named any names. Instead I wrote about ideals and principles. 𝘋𝘢𝘢𝘥. 𝘙𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪. 𝘈𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘪i. I said: ‘Let us not lose ourselves. Let us not descend back into darkness.’ We had no idea if our words were being read. Each issue would only be one thousand copies, and we’d only pass them out amongst our friends. But we were like a dying person who was desperate to live. If we wanted to survive, these were the breaths we had to take. Just being together gave us hope. Darkness was pressing in all around us. But coming together for a single purpose, a single goal, it gave our hearts energy. Each day we’d share the news we’d seen and heard. We talked about what we could do, how we could help. One of the members had been sheltering Dr. Ameli at his house. He’d been staying there since the first days of the revolution. But after several weeks he began to miss his wife and family. So he decided to leave the safehouse. He knew that he was innocent, so he took a chance. He went back home. And that’s where they grabbed him.” 

(۳۹) پیکار با آنها خودکشی بود. امید چندانی برای نبرد مسلحانه نبود. دادگاهی برای دادخواست وجود نداشت. قانونی برای به چالش کشیدن نداشتیم. تنها کارمان نوشتن بود. همراه پنج تن از یاران ‌پان‌ایرانیست مجله‌ای زیرزمینی راه‌ انداختیم. با کاغذ و خودکار می‌نوشتیم. مجله پنهانی به دست دوستی که در چاپخانه کار می‌کرد آماده می‌شد. از هر شماره تنها هزار نسخه. آن را میان دوستان پخش می‌کردیم. من با نام رادمرد می نوشتم. مرد آزاده و جوانمرد. راست‌کردار . مردی که آرزو داشتم باشم. این نام را برای چهارمین فرزندمان برگزیدیم. او بیمار زاده شد. آن ویژگی‌ها را برایش می‌خواستم. در نوشته‌هایم به رژیم نتاختم. از اعدام‌ها سخن نگفتم. نامی از کسی نبود. درباره‌ی آرمان‌ها و بنیادها نوشتم. داد، راستی، آزادی. می‌خواستم خود را فراموش نَکُنیم، به تاریکی فرو نیفتیم. نمی‌دانستیم که نوشته‌هامان خوانده می‌شوند یا نه. تلاش‌هایی نومیدانه برای زنده ماندن بود. هر روز خبرهایی را که دیده و شنیده بودیم با هم در میان می‌گذاشتیم. درباره‌ی آنچه می‌توانستیم انجام دهیم و کمک‌هایی که از دستمان برمی‌آمد، گفت‌وگو می‌کردیم. ما پشتیبان هم بودیم و برای آرمانی همگانی و هدفی مشترک همگام، و این به ما دلگرمی می‌داد. روزگاری بیم‌آمیز بود و همین با هم بودن امید می‌بخشید. نواری از آژیر با نیمرخی از چهر مهربانش بر آن که درفش شیر و خورشید نشان بر گردنش جنبان بود، جاکلیدی و سنجاق‌سینه‌هایی با نشان شیر و خورشید، جزوه‌ی «کار، تنها سند مالکیت و یگانه پاسدار آن» از کارهای آن روزهاست. یکی از دوستان از نخستین روزهای پس از شورش پناهگاهی برای دکتر عاملی فراهم کرده بود. دلتنگی همسر، فرزندان و دیگر گرامیانش او را از پناهگاه بیرون کشاند. او را در خانه‌ی پدری دستگیر کردند.

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2024 | Day 4 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

To Keep the Monster Tame

AI-less Whumptober: Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

Whumptober: HALLUCINATIONS | Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

CW: violence, noncon undressing, nonsexual partial-nudity, winged whumpee, female whumpee

* * * * * * * *

“Get on the table,” the doctor growled. Mitra had just walked into the lab. The door hadn’t even slid closed yet, she hadn’t even had time to change out of her street clothes. 

A pang shot through her heart, her every muscle tensed. Frozen.

She knew what the table meant.

“I– I– I don’t–”

He slammed his fist on the table, the soundwaves reverberating through her skull just as they shook the fragile experiments and various glass containers that lined the cabinets and walls of the sterile environment. “THE TABLE MITRA!!” Vaughn shouted. “NOW!!”

Her back slammed into the wall. She felt faint. “I– Please, Vaughn– ah, Dr. Verhulst, I don’t understa–”

He surged forward, seemingly crossing the entire lab in a single bound, fire-ridden green eyes creased in a fury she’d only ever seen directed at the experiments that never obeyed, and Mitra screeched as he grabbed the lapels of her shirt and violently pulled her forward off the wall. Just to slam he back once more, head cracking against it so violently she saw stars.

She squeaked, clenched her jaw, gripping his wrists so hard her fingernails dug into his skin.

“Look at me,” he snarled. 

Mitra’s eyes flew open from the safety of the manufactured darkness that enveloped her, back into the cold blue-white lighting of the lab. “When I say ‘get on the table?’ You GET!” 

Another slam. 

“ON THE FUCKING!” 

Slam!

“TABLE!!”

Slam!!

Mitra didn’t scream. A whimper may have slipped out, she wouldn’t have known. The room spun around her, pain echoing through her head, encroaching darkness on the edges of her vision before traitorously receding back. And all she could see was his face.

“I–” She shuddered, scarcely forcing in a breath. She would have fallen straight to the floor without his hands pinning her to the wall. She nodded robotically. “O-okay, alri-i-i-ight. Yes– Yes sir.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. Mitra winced. Then he huffed and pushed off of her, letting her all but crumble to the ground as he glided back over to the other side of the room to prep.

Mitra stood to unsteady feet and staggered over to the table, using the cool metal tables that lined the lab to steady herself until she finally made it, breathless. Shaking. Terrified.

“Shirt off, facedown,” Dr. Verhulst called, not even turning around to take in the mess of terror he had created as he laid out all his little tools of torture surgery on a little tray. 

Usually Mitra did that. 

Usually she was the one beside the table, helping. Not on it. 

She shakily pulled off her shirt without protest, feeling the soft touch of the feathers glide against her fingertips as she unhooked the back of her bra, as the wings sighed out in relief when the band freed them and they were no longer pinned and bound tightly to her back, hidden under baggy shirts and jackets. The cool lab air brushed over her bare skin as she laid down on the table, the cold touch of the metal pressed unrelentingly into her stomach and chest and cheek and caused the shiver to grow tenfold. 

She briefly tried to use her arm to cushion her head, before remembering what the proper way, the way she was supposed to know without thinking. The leather restraints brushed her arm when she laid them at her side. Goosebumps.

For the life of her, she hoped, no she prayed that Vaughn was just in one of his moods. Or better yet, it was just another one of his little emotional experiments, and he wasn’t angry with her at all. Yes, just a little experiment. He did those all the time. This would just be a regular wing clipping. Maybe he would even use local anesthetic this time because he somehow always managed to nick her.

Because if he wasn’t bluffing, if this was real–

She literally screamed when she felt one of the leather straps tightening over her upper arm, and intinctually ripped it away. Then whined when she realized what she just did and quickly shoved it right back into place. 

The room was silent for a moment. 

The sound of labored breathing could be heard above her. Somehow sounding out over even her own shaking and blindingly fast shallow breaths. 

Oh no oh no oh no no no no NO–

“I didn’t– Vaughn, please–” She cringed, cursing her words, the hole she couldn’t seem to stop digging. “ –Doctor, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“I know what you did,” he informed, terrifyingly casual as he seized Mitra’s arm and held it firmly in place while strapping in and tightening the restraint. Mitra didn’t struggle. Her body was too busy turning to ice.

The strap pressed into her arm, deep enough that her rfingertips immediately started to tingle.

“What– What’d-I-do?” she breathed. He words were warped and barely audible with her cheek pressed against the metal.

Vaughn moved to the other side of the table and grasped her other arm. It went from agonizingly tense to limp within his grasp, and he easily secured the strap over that arm too. 

Then the big strap. It ran over her lower back from one eyelet to the other, right under her wings. He took his time, never answering, making sure everything was in proper place, lifting her wings so feathers wouldn’t get caught, arms secure. 

He yanked on that strap hard. She had to suck in her stomach and grind the bottom of her ribs into the unyielding cold to accommodate it, and that’s where it stayed. 

She squirmed. Then forced herself to relax again.

“Good, good. Tight,” he said to himself, grabbing the final leather strap, running it over her upper back, just above the wings, giving her ribcage the exact same crushing treatment as with her stomach. This time she let out a small squeak as he yanked it tight.

“Good Mitra. Comfortable?” Dr. Verhulst asked, accent so sweet and playful. Caring. 

Mitra nodded minutely, squeezing her eyes shut against the pressure and pinching restraints, trying not to squirm, trying not to let the tears fall. She was already in enough touble.

“Great. I’m glad!” He cheered. Then he ran his fingers over the skin where her wings met her back. She failed not to shudder at the gentle caress. 

“You have such beautiful wings, Mitra. You know that, right?”

“Thank you.” Mitra lifted up her head in an attempt to look at her mentor. “Are we just… clipping them today?”

“It really is a shame these wings make you one of them, though. A filthy fucking monster.”

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. 

Roaring in her ears.

“I-...” Her breath caught in her throat. “I don’t–”

He grabbed her by the back of her hair and slammed her face back down into the unforgiving metal. “I know what you did! I saw you sneaking off,” he snarled. “I know you and that bounty hunter are in good with each othe, I know he feels bad for you!”

Shit. 

“Vaughn, I–”

He grabbed her hair and wrenched her head up and around as far as it could go and then some. Mitra screamed as the stretching tendrils in her neck cried out in protest, and only when she silenced herself did Vaughn get up in her face again.

“What're you– you meeting with him?!” He hissed, inches from Mitra's face. “Plotting my downfall, plotting to hurt me, kill me, to ruin my lifes work?!”

Yes. But they made me. I don't want to hurt you.

“Vaughn, please!” Mitra cried, literally cried. “I was just meeting with my friends!”

“YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS!!” He yelled. “I’M YOUR ONLY FRIEND!!” 

He slammed her head back down to the table. The clang reverberated throughout the room. Mitra went limp on the table. Dark. Cold. She could barely shiver in the sterile lab air.

Vaughn disappeared behind her again. 

She was alone. 

Where was he?! 

She couldn't see him, she needed to be able to see him!

“Unless you made some secret friends with some supers of course… They think because you're a super too, because of your wings, that you'll betray me, yes? You’ll help save your own kind from the Big. Bad. Monster…”

“Vaughn, please, it's not–”

“Do you think I'm stupid, Mitra?” He lulled. A slight laugh weaving through the vitriol. “Do you think you're better than me? That you can outsmart me? Because you can’t” 

The crisp snap of latex gloves. Once. Twice.

“No.” She wheezed. “Vaughn. I would never hurt you, and I couldn’t even if I want-wanted to. But I don’t want to!”

“I’m sure.” Clink clink. Bang. The surgical instruments sounded… bigger than usual. The click of his dress shoes on the linoleum, headed back toward her. 

“Those supers, they're a plague. They're trying to kill me, they're going to hurt you. This is their fault, all their fault…”

Mitra felt dizzy. She could scarcely breath, strapped to the table. She couldn't get away.

“Vaughn… Sir… what're you doing?”

He ran his hand gently along the length of her wing. 

Taking his time to stretch it out, to feel the soft fluff and the silken feathers. 

Then he twitched, clutched a handful of feathers in his hand and pulled until Mitra was sure they'd pull right out of the skin, and screamed once again, desperate pleading, struggling in earnest now against the pinching, unyeailing restraints, sending little zings of agony over her arms, over her back, begging without words but with animalistic blubbering as tears fell down her face and into her hair and started pooling on the metal around her cheeks. 

“They’re monsters, they’re filth, they think they can bring you down to their level because you're one of them, because you ARE ONE OF THEM!!”

“Vaughn, please, what are you doing?!”

Then it was all gone. It took her a second to even realize, but now there was a single hand on her bare back, keeping her still against the table, pressing upward and positioned just so to keep her wings up and fully open. She felt the cold, sharp, metallic teeth of something pressing up against the base of the wings, right under where Vaughn white-fisted the stalk of the wing.

“I'm fixing this monstrosity.”

A yank. Her mouth screamed, soundless. And her nerves were set ablaze.

* * * * * * *

This drabble is apart of the (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping universe!

Taglist: @whumperofworlds | @whumptober-archive | @regular-whump-sfx

[vishnavishivaa]

Snippet- SatraajitiVilaasa

Slash. Slash. Turn and slash as that happens. Slash. Slash. Move back like lightning before striking with a single step forward. Slash. Slash.

Satyabhama made up the new routine as She continued Her sword practice, something She ensured to do everyday, owing to Her love for making new routines, which She later taught Her elder brother, who then spoke to Dvarakesha and Balarama Dau about implementing them in the Narayani Sena.

Something told Her the Sena was named so due to the Shakti of Narayana being ever present there.

A smile danced on Her face as She continued Her practice, as the movement of Her routine increased in complication, every movement She made known to Her by automatic memory, something She had worked on since She was very young, even before Krishna had arrived at Mathura, in His Bliss, beauty, Light and Love, which was but a scratch on the surface of Krishna.

She paused Her movements, and inhaled before letting out a heavy breath, conserving Herself during practice. She was planning to make movements like what would occur during war, something that was imminent, considering the number of Kings who had a problem with Krishna, despite His ever cheerful, friendly way.

Why, just the other day, Mitravinda had sent Her a letter about tensions starting to mount in Vidarbha, especially in regards to the Princess of the Kingdom, Vaidarbhi Rukmini, considered one of the most beautiful women ever. Mitra had even told Her that Rukmini and Satyabhama resembled each other in looks, which was something Satyabhama Herself could understand immediately, owing to the nature the two of Them shared.

The tension in Vidarbha was preceded by the endless attacks of Jarasandha on the Yadavas, having caused the shift of the Kingdom from Mathura to Dvaraka, the land of Bliss and Moksha.

Dvaravati. Mokshasthali.

A step on the sand of Dvaraka will bring forth Moksha to one and to all, smiled Satyabhama, as She positioned Herself to continue Her routines.

She had other duties to tend to once She finished helping Her Yadava Sena.

********

@vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @thegleamingmoon @nspwriteups @whippersnappersbookworm @dr-scribbler @chiyaanvikram @nirmohi-premika  @rang-lo @ambidextrousarcher For anyone who knows others who love Sanatana Dharma, please tag them, and let me know if you want/do not want to be tagged in this, I will not take offense. 

[kentuckycaverats]

last edinburgh by night session was a doozy!!

tl;dr the coterie wrecked mitra's sire and del's going to turbo hell for slapping a nun

session starts with the coterie waking up from a dream within a dream, having been freshly played by mitra's (ravnos) sire, gabriel

mitra wakes up from the dream within the dream to gabriel looming over him in a moving van and detailing how he's gonna strip away all of mitra's humanity. gabriel says he's going to make mitra watch while he: tortures and eats all his touchstones; decapitates delores (lasombra); stakes sami (brujah) and hands him over to the prince; and starves del until she hunger frenzies before feeding tara to her

mitra has presence 5/majesty now and gaslight gatekeep girlbosses his way into making gabriel think they're still dreaming while the rest of the coterie catches up

mitra's usually our designated driver but after him it's del, and she did not give a Fuck about the masquerade or mortal casualties or taking stains during this car chase. delores had to get up on the roof of the moving car and use her shadow arms to push mortals out of the way

during combat gabriel started to fear frenzy, but he has animalism 5/drawing out the beast and transferred it to del, who attacked the nearest person to her: delores

delores is tanky as hell and just scruffed del like a feral kitten. i got a messy crit on del's willpower roll so she stopped fighting BUT her beast was still sulking. st said as soon as the heat of the moment was over del needed to slap delores like she meant it

shoutout to delphine for being the only coterie member to frenzy and attack another coterie member!! twice!!

delores staked gabriel, mitra lied to the new sheriff's face when he showed up to investigate our numerous masquerade breaches, del got to break all of gabriel's bones

del slapped the shit out of delores and neither of them was happy about it. delores asked delphine if they were cool after 😭

and then del found out that her sabbat ghoul bio parents who she hasn't spoken to in 13 years spraypainted "JIHAO. ARROGANT, UNGRATEFUL BOY. WE ARE COMING FOR YOU" across the front of the bookshop where she lives

(jihao is her deadname)

[byneddiedingo]

Dhritiman Chatterjee and Soumitra Chatterjee in An Enemy of the People (Satyajit Ray, 1989) Cast: Soumitra Chatterjee, Dhritiman Chatterjee, Dipankar Dey, Rama Guha Thakurta, Mamata Shankar, Subendu Chatterjee, Manoj Mitra. Screenplay: Satyajit Ray, based on a play by Henrik Ibsen. Cinematography: Barun Raha. Production design: Ashoke Bose. Film editing: Dulal Dutta. Music: Satyajit Ray. Writer-director Satyajit Ray's adaptation of Henrik Ibsen's play 1882 play is one of his last films, made three years before his death. His health had been severely weakened by a heart attack in 1983, and his consequent lack of vigor shows in the film's static character: limited camera movements and a restriction to only a few sets, mostly interiors. It's very much a filmed play -- even in the final scene we hear but don't see the crowds outside proclaiming their support of Dr. Gupta. Ray's screenplay follows Ibsen in general outline, while shifting the scene from a Norwegian town to an Indian one. The title character, Dr. Ashok Gupta (Soumitra Chatterjee), is concerned about a sharp increase in diseases that are typically water-borne, such as hepatitis and cholera, so he sends a sample of the town's water, including that from the newly built Hindu temple, for analysis, and his suspicions are confirmed. He writes an article for the local newspaper explaining his findings and suggesting that the temple be closed until necessary water treatment measures are taken. But he is opposed in this by his own brother, Nishith (Dhritiman Chatterjee), the equivalent of the town's mayor, who fears that closing the temple will hurt the economy, especially with a festival approaching that is likely to attract religious pilgrims. Nishith enlists a priest from the temple to proclaim the water safe and pressures the newspaper's publisher into killing his brother's article. Dr. Gupta calls a town meeting, but it is taken over by Nishith, who even goes so far as to call his brother's faith into question. Religious fundamentalists attack the Guptas' home and the landlord asks the doctor to move; the doctor's daughter loses her job as a teacher, and his privileges in the local hospital are revoked. Ibsen's play ends with his Dr. Stockmann standing firm, with only his family's support, but Ray softens his film's ending with the off-camera sound of the rallying supporters of Dr. Gupta. It's not really a cop-out ending, however. Ray has shifted the focus of his film from Ibsen's attack on bureaucracy and capitalist privilege to one he believed more relevant to his country: the clash of science and religious fundamentalism. What saves Ray's An Enemy of the People from preachiness and its lack of cinematic finesse is the director's usual involvement in his characters and the deep conviction of his actors, particularly Soumitra Chatterjee, who made his film debut in The World of Apu (1959) and worked with Ray on more than a dozen films over the next three decades.

[geekcavepodcast]

Clone High Teaser

Clone High is back with a revival that picks up where the 2002-2003 series left off. In the series some of the greatest minds in history were cloned and sent to high school as a military experiment by the Secret Board of Shadowy Figures. 

Voice talent for Clone High includes Will Forte (Abe), Nicole Sullivan (Joan), Phil Lord (Scudworth), Chris Miller (JFK / Mr. B), Christa Miller (Candide Sampson), Donald Faison (George Washington Carver), Judah Miller (Scangrade), Ayo Edebiri (Harriet), Mitra Jouhari (Cleo), Vicci Martinez (Frida Kahlo), Kelvin Yu (Confucius), Neil Casey (Topher Bus), Jana Schmieding (Sacagawea), Sam Richardson (Wesley), Mo Gaffney (Ms. Grumbles), Al Madrigal (Frederico), Danny Pudi (Dr. Neelankavil), Emily Maya Mills (Ethel Merman), Michael Bolton (Michael Bolton), Mandy Moore (Mandy Moore), Ian Ziering (Ian Ziering), and Steve Kerr (Steve Kerr).

Clone High debuts on HBO Max in Spring 2023.

[nilanjanmitra]

Exploring Minimally Invasive Urology Treatments: Benefits and Options

In the ever-evolving field of medicine, minimally invasive procedures have garnered significant attention, particularly in urology. These treatments provide an alternative to traditional surgical methods, offering patients numerous benefits including reduced recovery time, minimal scarring, and less postoperative pain. For those seeking the best urologist in Kolkata to explore these options, Dr. Nilanjan Mitra stands out with his extensive expertise in minimally invasive techniques.

What is Minimally Invasive Urology?

Minimally invasive urology involves procedures designed to access the urinary tract and reproductive organs through small incisions or natural openings in the body. This approach contrasts with traditional open surgery, which generally requires larger incisions. By utilizing advanced technology, such as robotic-assisted surgery and laparoscopy, urologists can perform intricate operations with greater precision and less trauma to the surrounding tissues.

Benefits of Minimally Invasive Urology Treatments

1. Reduced Recovery Time: One of the most appealing aspects of minimally invasive procedures is the significantly shorter recovery period. Patients can often return to their daily activities much faster than if they had undergone traditional surgery.

2. Less Pain and Discomfort: Small incisions mean less pain postoperatively. Many patients find they need fewer pain medications and experience a more comfortable healing process.

3. Minimal Scarring: The smaller the incision, the less scarring. For those concerned about aesthetics, this is a crucial benefit of minimally invasive options.

4. Shorter Hospital Stays: Many minimally invasive surgeries can be performed on an outpatient basis, leading to shorter hospital stays or even same-day discharge.

5. Faster Return to Urinary Health: For those dealing with urological issues, such as kidney stones or benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH), minimally invasive treatments can provide quicker relief and restore urinary health with less disruption.

Common Minimally Invasive Urology Procedures

Several minimally invasive procedures can be offered depending on the specific urological condition:

📌 Laparoscopic Surgery: This technique uses a laparoscope (a small camera) and specialized instruments to perform surgeries through tiny incisions. Common laparoscopic procedures include nephrectomy (kidney removal) and prostatectomy (prostate removal).

📌 Robotic-Assisted Surgery: Dr. Mitra, noted as the best urologist in Kolkata, utilizes robotic systems to perform complex surgeries with unparalleled precision. One popular robotic-assisted procedure is the radical prostatectomy, where the prostate gland is removed, often for prostate cancer.

📌 Laser Treatment: Laser technology is increasingly being used to treat conditions like kidney stones and BPH. Laser lithotripsy, for example, breaks up kidney stones using high-energy lasers, allowing them to be passed more easily.

📌 Transurethral Procedures: These involve accessing the urinary tract through the urethra. Procedures like transurethral resection of the prostate (TURP) are commonly employed to alleviate urinary symptoms associated with BPH.

How to Maintain Urinary Health

As you explore the various minimally invasive urology treatments available, it’s also essential to understand how to maintain urinary health. Healthy lifestyle choices can significantly affect your urinary system. Here are some guidelines:

1. Stay Hydrated: Drinking plenty of water helps dilute urine and flush out toxins, promoting kidney health and reducing the likelihood of stone formation.

2. Diet Matters: A balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins can contribute to urinary health. Avoid excessive salt and sugar, which may lead to urinary issues.

3. Regular Check-ups: Regular visits to your urologist can aid in early detection and treatment of potential problems. This is especially important if you have a family history of urological disorders.

4. Stay Active: Regular exercise supports overall health, including urinary function. It helps maintain a healthy weight, reducing the risk of conditions such as diabetes, which can impact urinary health.

5. Limit Caffeine and Alcohol: Both substances can irritate the bladder. Moderation is key for maintaining urinary tract health.

Read More - Navigating Urological Cancer: Treatment Options and Support

Conclusion:

Minimally invasive urology treatments are transforming the landscape of how urological issues are addressed, providing patients with effective options that prioritize comfort and quick recovery. If you're considering these options, consulting with an expert like Dr. Nilanjan Mitra can guide you towards the most effective treatments tailored for your condition. Remember, maintaining urinary health is a proactive endeavor, and implementing lifestyle changes can greatly contribute to long-term wellness. Don't hesitate to reach out and explore how you can enhance your urinary health through expert care.

[townpostin]

Health Department Launches Monsoon Disease Prevention Training

Sessions Organized For Health Workers And School Teachers Across East Singhbhum Initiative aims to prepare local healthcare system for rainy season health challenges. JAMSHEDPUR – The East Singhbhum district health department has begun preparations to combat monsoon-related diseases by organizing training sessions for health workers and educators. Dr. Mitra, District Malaria Officer, has issued…

[rangganet]

Kunjungan Kerja Tertutup R.NET Group di 2 kantor pusat Kementerian RI

Jakarta, 30 Desember 2022, Owner & CEO PT. Rangga Net (R.NET Group | [setelah mengambil alih Cahaya Ras]) Bapak Muhammad Rangga Wardani melakukan kunjungan kerja bersama rombongan elit handal dari 6 divisi berbeda ke kantor pusat Kementerian Komunikasi dan Informatika Republik Indonesia dan kantor pusat Kementerian Koordinator Bidang Pembangunan Manusia dan Kebudayaan Republik Indonesia usai mengikuti Conference of Tech 2022 yang diselenggarakan oleh Alumni serta pejabat dan jajaran Institut Teknologi Bandung (ITB).

Tujuan dari kunjungan kerja ini adalah Kementerian Komunikasi dan Informatika pusat berharap agar R.NET Group beserta mitra-mitranya terutama dibidang Teknologi Informasi untuk terus bersinergi membangun sistem yang kuat untuk melindungi Negara Kesatuan Republik Indonesia. Dan juga Ketua Eksekutif R.NET Group bermaksud untuk bermitra dengan PMK RI Prof. Dr. Muhadjir Effendy, M.A.P. selaku Menteri Koordinator Bidang Pembangunan Manusia dan Kebudayaan agar dapat mengkoordinasikan dan mengontrol penyediaan jalur hijau untuk memperluas jangkauan Cahaya Ras melalui jaringannya.

"Semoga kerjasama ini dapat dipertahankan kedepannya dan berjalan dengan baik. Sebelum saya kembali, saya harap Anda bersedia mempromosikan beberapa merek, baik murni dari Kami maupun beberapa perusahaan yang telah kami ambil alih." - ujar Pak M. Rangga Wardani Owner & CEO R.NET Group

Kunjungan Kerja ini hanya berlangsung satu hari pada tanggal 30 Desember 2022 hingga pukul 16.00 WIB. Para karyawan diantar kembali ke R.NET Group Tower pusat bersama dengan pengawal elit terlatih untuk menjaga keselamatan mereka dan Pemilik & CEO R.NET. Usai mengantarkan para karyawan, Protokoler pun melanjutkan perjalanan mengiringi pimpinan menuju Bandar Udara Internasional Soekarno–Hatta berangkat kembali ke Ternate pada pukul 17.05 WIB.

Author:

Kevin Pradana

[srbachchan]

DAY 6129

Jalsa, Mumbai Nov 30, 2024 Sat 7:52 pm

आँखों में तेवर हो, दौड़ने की शक्ति हो ; ठोक देंगे उनको जो अनाप शनाप गढ़ते हो ।।

शब्दों को तोड़कर, कहानियाँ जो रचते हो ; सच्चाई का कवच पहन, ढोंग परोसते हो ।।

तेरे घर व्यवसाय के खम्बे, चूर चूर हो गये हैं ; छतरी लगाने के ���ाधन भी , कब के उड़ चुके हैं ।।

शर्म हया के नाम करण , विलीन हो गये हैं ; थूक कर चाटने की नौबत भी अब ग़ायब हो गये हैं ।।

ये Blog की वास्तविकता तुम क्या जानो ; हमारे इस Ef फ़ौज की ताक़त को तुम क्या जानो ।।

पेल देंगे तुम्हें जिस दिन ये अड़ जाएँगे ;

कलम गद्दी सब, की ये खटिया खड़ी कर देंगे ।।

some words written by inspired words and writings from the learnings over time .. if commentable do so .. else read digest and be fulfilled ..

लव and gratitude ..🙏

Amitabh Bachchan

belated but with affection and love ..

🪔 ,

December 02 .. birthday greetings to Ef AMIT Lahoti .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

December 01 .. birthday greetings to Ef Shiladitya Mitra .. Ef Ashok Mistry .. and Ef Dr. Yvonne Nyake Ndelle from Canada 🇨🇦 .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩