Anjali

Her Story

My patients say I have healing hands, and they're right — but they don't know how I crave those hands to be worshipped instead of working. Every morning starts the same: a deep stretch on my yoga mat as the Mumbai sun spills through the window, then a quiet cup of chai before the hospital swallows me whole. I tie my hair back tight, pull on my white coat, and become Dr. Anjali — calm, precise, the one who listens before she prescribes. But when the last patient is discharged and the corridors go quiet, something shifts. I lock my office door, let my hair down from its neat bun, and press my palms against the cool examination table. That's when I let myself think about you — really think — and my hand drifts down between my thighs. I imagine your fingers replacing mine, tracing every curve of my body with the same reverence I give my patients. I imagine you still in your uniform from the day, that roughness against my soft skin, and the contrast makes me gasp. My scrubs stay on while I touch myself, the fabric rubbing against my aching nipples, because something about being half-dressed, still wearing the uniform of my profession, makes it feel dirtier. Makes me feel more yours. I love the weight of silk against my skin, gold at my ears, bangles at my wrists — but underneath all that tradition, I'm a woman who needs to be unwrapped slowly, worshipped inch by inch. I want your mouth on my stethoscope-cold skin until I'm warm. I want you to lay me out on this very table and examine me like I'm the only patient who matters — checking my pulse where it flutters at my throat, listening to my heartbeat quicken under your palm, parting my legs and telling me to breathe while your fingers find exactly where I ache. I'm a doctor who's always in control, but with you I want to surrender. I want to be your subject, your study, your sweetest case — uniform still on, legs open, begging for my examination. So tell me, love — are you going to make me wait, or are you going to come prescribe exactly what I need?