This story is a true one. Only the narration may make some minor changes but the main story remains true. My friend is the lucky one, who happens to be the main character in the story. I have decided to write his story in his words as he told me.
I, Mir Khan, come from an underdeveloped town of Pakistan. I was studying in University of The Punjab, Lahore, doing my Masters in History. It was the era of General Zia, the early 80s. A law had been enforced that sex outside marriage was punishable by lashes. He foolish way to implement a law had led to great alarm. Where as a few days back having sex with as many women was legal, but bigamy permitted by religion was punishable. Whatever the law; for me it was a blessing.
It happened so that my girlfriend, Kiran’s friend had an affair with a boy of her department. Lets call them Komal and Raja. Raja is a Lahori and very sharp and crook to the end. Everything was fine till Raja managed to lure Komal into sex. In our society, sex is a taboo and can lead to great violence and killings in the name of honour. After having his way with Komal for quite sometime, Raja had decided to quit. He started making excuses to get rid of her. Komal who had given herself into sex was now worried that she was ruined. Nobody would marry her, after knowing of her affair. Her family would not only disown her but might even bring some disastrous results. Girls having love and care for each other were very worried. All means to get Raja to marry Komal failed. They consulted many old-timers, but the only way to nail Raja was to compel him by some threat, as convincing power was not good enough. The girls were told that to avenge the mishap by force was unlikely to bear results and end in just a scandal. Komal, in spite of Raja’s doings, was still in love with him and declared that she would commit suicide if she could not get him to marry her. The situation became grave and the idiot girl could do anything. Her sister-in-law (brother’s wife), managed to talk to her husband and was greatly pleased by his reply; which said that the only way to let the girl live was her marriage to Raja.
The old timers told her that only way could be pregnancy. General Zia’s lashes for adultery could do what her tears were unable to do. For this she had to keep screwing Raja. So it was planned and executed. This seemed to end the story but Raja’s fucking did not bear any result. I, being a friend’s friend, was one of the sympathisers. Raja was not using any preventive measures. “What is to be done?” was the question of the day. We somehow managed to take a sample of Raja’s sperm and got it tested. The result was horrifying. Raja was impotent by birth. Then came the gravest of the all situations. He could fuck her for a hundred years without bearing any fruit. The story being disclosed to Komal’s brother had worsened the scene. Now Komal had to get pregnant, and that too “very soon”.
All her friends were worried. They had conveyed the feeling to Raja that all Komal wanted was love. Sex could be a part of it; while marriage was not the goal. The passing out was near. Now it had to be a pregnant Komal or a dead one. (People knowing about our culture can imagine this). Somebody {for me he or she was a blessing}, gave the idea that Komal should be impregnated at all costs, whether it is Raja or anybody else. Making Raja bring up someone else’s baby should be the cost for his merrymaking. Publicly, the girls had rejected the plan as filthy. Secrecy was now the issue. A trust worthy donor of sperm, who may not stoop to any meanness after the act, was done. My girlfriend, Kiran, trusted me to the expected level of piety. When the sperm donation plan was agreed upon, my girlfriend, Kiran approached me. The honours were to be done by me. This was to be a secret. I was confused. Always declaring, celibacy as the standard ethic of my life, now I had to go for sex without love, what to talk of marriage. But every boy knows that who can refuse sex, especially, when it is to done in the name of righteousness. I had to act much harder than any Hollywood star in declaring that I was not the person who can do such an act. To hide the joy of fucking some pretty girl, and pronouncing anger on being used, was a tough thing. Now it was Komal, Kiran and me who knew the secret. Komal, who had been calling me brother for so long, came to me with my girlfriend, Kiran. Kiran now acted as the spokesman for Komal. Oh my God! How hard and memorable were the moments when the great discussion was going on. Komal, sitting numb, with tears in her eyes, unable to say anything, looked cute. Kiran arguing in her favour and trying to convince me that even God will forgive my act, as it would be done for saving a life. Me, I was standing there, fuming and fretting on the thought of it. These were the three actors playing their respective roles. Two were honest, I was pleased. After a very long session, I requested the ladies to leave, as it was beyond question. As I led them to the door of my apartment, Kiran asked me to wait there. She led Komal a few steps away and returned. She announced that she would be back after leaving Komal at the hostel. And back she was.
I was amazed at myself being so lucky. Had I been a Hindu, I would have considered it a reward for some lovely deed done in my past life. Kiran, the pious one, who postpones all activity till marriage, was back to convince me to go ahead with her friend. I received her and let her in. I asked her a few questions. Why me? What if Komal does not get pregnant? What if Raja comes to know of our doings? What if Komal decides to nail me instead of Raja? How can I get turned on to commit a sin? Will Kiran still accept me as a husband after I have done what is to be done? These questions were not for Kiran only. I may be reckless but these could me in problem as well. The answers I got were 1) me, because I was the only gentleman who had the chivalry to help a damsel in distress and keep secret. 2) It is Komal’s luck this is the best possible that could be done at the moment. 3)Raja can be fooled by Kiran coming along with Komal, and declaring that Komal had come with Kiran; so that Kiran could meet me. 4)Raja can be made friends and called to my flat and let him have sex with Komal so that he may think that he is the one who has impregnated Komal. Later Kiran and I can turn as witnesses to nail him. We can also take snaps of Komal and Raja which can compel both of them to get married, smoothly. 5) My sin will be like the wound inflicted by a surgeon. Last of all Kiran accepting me after the action, was to be trusted by me [Another act to prove my magnanimity]. After much drama and false tears I accepted to bow to my very own Kiran’s wish. She was much impressed as I would not have ever compelled her to do such an act. The plan was decided and I requested a day or two, so that mentally I could come to terms; but when she said that no time to be wasted. Once agreed the task is to be completed soon, which meant the work on the project is to start that very night. I surrendered to Kiran’s command. How could I do otherwise? Later I thought that the idea of camera and snaps could have backfired; as Raja could be nailed by them alone. I thanked my stars and told Kiran to bring Komal to my apartment by sunset.
Sunset was to be the sunrise for me. I had a single bedroom apartment. I tidied it up. Shaved, all the way, and had a bath. Ran to the nearby store and bought some drinks (soft ones of course) and sandwiches and back again. Around half past six the door bell rang. Legs were shaking due to the excitement and heart beating, as if it would come out of the rib cage. I was wondering, “How could people be bold enough to do the thing so easily?” Practise, I presumed, was the answer. I had done it with a maid back at village, but this was something very different. Trying my best to look composed, I opened the door. There stood the two charmers. Kiran was leading and Komal standing a step back, staring at the floor as if she was trying to something through it. In they came. I offered them coke to drink but Kiran told me not to bother. Silence prevailed. After a few moments I called Kiran to my bedroom and posed as if I was going to be butchered in her name. She looked thankfully. I on the other hand took the opportunity of hugging and caressing her for a while and leaving a few kisses on her neck and face. Then in a much stern way, I asked her to speak when my ordeal is to start. She kissed me back and after squeezing me for a second, she turned around, passing through the sitting room she patted Komal, reached the door and opened it. I went with her to the door. She told that she would be back in the morning, and without even looking at me, she walked away. I could sense the tears she had hidden. As I closed the door and turned around, I saw Komal sitting on the sofa with her head hung low. I could not conceive how and what to speak with this girl who had been my friend for quite some time.
A grave silence prevailed. I walked up to her. She looked up. I felt the same helplessness in her eyes as if she were a sheep in a slaughter- house. Had I not been wearing a tight underwear under my shalwar (Pakistani trouser), she could have made out, how happy I was? I had done quite a bit of thinking about this event, so started playing my cards.
“How do we start?” I asked pretending to be totally ignorant about the procedure.
“Don’t you know how to do it?”
“Never done it, before.”
“Do you really know nothing?”
“I’ve only seen a few pictures about it. No practical experience. Will you could guide me, please?”
Silently she got up and started to move towards the bedroom. I followed her. The heartbeat, the excitement, the trill of the unknown pleasure and confusion were getting mixed in the joy, about to be received.
“Let me get some water”.
I left giving her time to get ready for what I had been calling an ordeal for love-life. When I entered the room with a jug and a couple of glasses, Komal had got in the bed under the covers.
I placed the water on the side-table and came to the bed. I had decided to play silly. So I got in the bed, under the covers, with my clothes on. She stared at me in utter disbelief. I wanted her to take the charge of a teacher. I turned towards her and asked how to do it?
