Amends In Your Arms

OS: Tennis Skirt

It had been a few months since Abhi first became the medical director of the Birla Hospital. He was slowly getting the hang of things, learning how to balance his surgeries with his administrative responsibilities. But, the one thing that he would never learn how to appreciate was the politics. Every other weekend, he would have to go out to lunch with the medical director of another local hospital, trying to facilitate strong connections and understanding. If there was one thing he hated about these events, it was the small talk. But, luckily, this weekend, he was taking Akshu with him. They had been invited to a local tennis club to spend the afternoon with one of the hospital's long time supporters- Sameer- and his wife- Maanvi. 

Abhi was waiting for Akshu downstairs, yelling for her to hurry up. The sooner they got there, the sooner they could leave and spend the rest of the day alone together. Right as he was about to go into the driveway to start the car, he got a text from Akshu, asking him to come to their room  and help her immediately. Afraid as to what had happened, he ran upstairs as quickly as he could. And yet, the moment he saw his wife, he was the only one in desperate need of help. 

She stood by the bathroom door with one leg against the wall, wearing the cutest white tennis skirt that fell just barely below her upper thighs. "Akshu..." Abhi said, trying to catch his breath. 

"Boliye Mr. Medical Director", Akshu whispered, pushing him onto their bed, sitting down into his lap. "Woh kya hai na, mujhe tennis kehlna nahi aata...toh mein soch rahi thi ki hum kuch aur kehl lete hain." She said innocently. 

Abhi grinned at his wife's acting, grabbing her waist and pulling her underneath him. He gently brushed his hand under her skirt, saying softly into her ear..."Batao Mrs. Medical Director...aap ko kya kehla hai?" 

"Jo bhi aap bolen.." She responded giggling, kissing his neck. 

Abhi groaned as he glanced at the clock, knowing that they could not miss this meeting. "Dekiye Mrs. Medical Director...aap please thoda wait karlo...abhi toh humhe jana hai.." He whined, reluctantly standing up, taking Akshu with him. Akshu wrapped her legs around his waist, refusing to let him let go of her. "Theek hai, sir...toh phir aap hi mujhe le chaliye..." 

Abhi laughed as he carried her out of their room, not realizing that Harsh was on his way to talk to him. Akshu saw Harsh from the corner of her eye, smacking Abhi's chest, telling him to let her go immediately. Abhi held her even tighter, whispering, "Ab kya hua? Ab nahi kehlna?" 

Before Akshu could respond, he heard Harsh calling his name, setting her down, entirely flustered. Akshu ran into their room to change, closing the door behind her after hearing Abhi mutter "tum kisi din mujhe mar hi dalo gi" under this breath. Harsh brought Abhi a proposal he wanted him to present to Sameer about a collaboration regarding a new mental health facility in the hospital. Abhi smiled to himself thinking about how much his father had changed since Akshu came into their lives, and since he had opened his heart towards her. This was a program that he would have never even considered in the past, but now he was actively advocating for it. Abhi took the file from Harsh's hands and told him not to worry...he would handle it. 

***

When they arrived to the tennis club, Abhi watched nearly every man stare at his wife. She had put on tights underneath her skirt, but nothing she wore mattered...she was the most beautiful woman in this world, and he would never get used to people looking at her in this way. Sensing the displeasure on this face, Akshu squeezed his hand, telling him to finish his tennis match quickly so that they could go home and play the game she had started. Abhi smiled at her antics, telling her that she was about to witness the world's quickest match ever. 

Akshu sat on one of the tables with Maanvi, admiring how hot her husband looked running back and forth across the court. Maanvi was talking about all of her favorite salons across town and the jewelry shops she visited almost every week, but none of that interested Akshu. She was finally starting to understand why Abhi hated his weekly networking meetings so much. There was nothing more annoying than listening to these folks speak about their useless interests and problems. But, right as she was about to lose her patience, she thankfully saw Abhi shaking Sameer's hand, marking an end to this torture. She hastily got up from her seat, telling Maanvi it was nice to meet her and that she hoped she had a good rest of her weekend. 

Akshu grabbed a towel from the refreshment counter and walked towards Abhi, shaking her head in disappointment. 

"Kya hua, meri jaan?" He asked. 

"Tum ne apni shirt kyun utari? Dekho yeh sab ladkiyan tumhe kaise dekh rahi hai?" She said angrily as he wiped the sweat off of his chest. 

Abhi smirked as he took her hand, leading her towards the locker rooms. And before Akshu processed what was happening, he pulled her into the men's room, locking the door behind them. 

"Abhi...yeh tum kya kar rahe ho?" Akshu gasped, trying to get out of his grip. 

"Kya kar raha hoon mein?" He asked, approaching her, forcing her to walk backwards towards the shower. 

"Koi aagya toh? Yeh bhi koi jaga hai..."

"Door locked hai." He interrupted, reaching out to turn on the water. 

Akshu gasped at how cold it was, instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders. 

"Abhi agar yahan pe andar already koi hua toh?" 

"Nahi hai." He responded, slipping his fingers underneath her tights to pull them down. 

"Abhi, dekho yeh sahi nahi hai..." She said, her voice trailing off.

"Kya sahi nahi hai? Tumhari hi toh game khel raha hoon mein, Mrs. Birla." He whisphered, pressing his lips onto her's.