After Nisha, the little one, got married I felt very lonely and depressed. I required a change of scenery to get her out of mind and system. As I had never been to Bombay, I decided to visit it. I contacted my college friend Krishan, who lived there.
"Good idea, Saheb. I have a nice flat and you must stay with me. We will enjoy ourselves like in the old days," he said enthusiastically.
He received me at the railway station and took me to his flat. The flat consisted of a bedroom with attached bathroom, drawing cum dining room, a kitchen and store etc. It was nicely decorated.
"Saheb, I hope you don't mind sharing the bedroom with me," Krishan said.
"Of course not, Krishan. I see you are also a bachelor like me," I said.
"Yes, in this cruel city of Bombay you require lots of money to be able to support a wife in style," he replied laughing, "Call me Kris. It is more convenient."
In the evening he produced a bottle of scotch and ordered tandoori snacks from a take out. While we drank and ate, I said, "Kris, I know that you are connected with the film industry but what exactly do you do?"
"I am a director but I'll do anything where I can earn a buck. If one wants to survive in Bombay then one must be ready to do just about anything short of committing murder that is," he laughed.
"You are a director; maybe I have seen some of your movies. Tell me their titles," I asked.
"No, you couldn't have," he laughed, "I've assisted in a few low budget regional language films only."
Then he named some of them.
"Sorry, never heard of them," I replied truthfully.
"I told you so," Kris said, "Saheb, I know I am good. What I need is a break. Yes, just one chance to direct a film independently. Then Kris will be the new star on the horizon."
"I believe you. I am sure one day you'll make it," I said.
"Saheb, in school I had read that Lady Luck knocks at everyone's door. I am still waiting for her to knock on mine," he laughed.
"Yes, my friend, life is hard. I am also waiting for an opportunity to strike out on my own. I am fed up of this nine to five routine," I said.
That night we went to sleep only after we had killed the bottle with the result that I got up late the next morning. There was no sign of Kris. He had left a note reading:
Dear Saheb,
"Sorry pal, I have some errands to run and will be back by noon. Don't wait for me for breakfast. Please help yourself. There is lots of foodstuff in the fridge. See you.
Kris."
I made a cup of tea for myself and peeked into the fridge. It was indeed full. I drank my tea leisurely while reading the morning papers. Then I decided to take get ready. After shaving I took a long shower.
As I was finishing I heard the doorbell ring. At first, I ignored it but it continued to ring. "Maybe it is Kris's Lady Luck," I said to myself and throwing on my bathrobe opened the door.
I found a young girl at the door.
"What do you want?" I asked brusquely.
"Please sir, give me some money, I am very hungry. I have not eaten since yesterday," she begged.
I looked at her more carefully. She was apparently a beggar. Her face was dirty and was wearing tattered clothes. I was basically against giving money to beggars. My experience was that they invariably used it for wrong purposes. If she was hungry then I could give her something to eat.
"I am about to have breakfast," I said, "If you want you can join me."
"I will soon find out if she is really as hungry as she says," I thought.
She looked at me dressed in a bathrobe and hesitated. "If you want food then I can give you some but no money," I said repeating my invitation, "Decide quickly. I can't stand here half naked all day."
"All right," she said and came in.
"Would you like some eggs and toast?" I asked.
"Anything would do. Beggars can't be choosers," she replied smiling.
"She has a beautiful smile and if she washes her face then she would be quite pretty. It would be nice if I could fuck her," I thought.
"You sit here while I scramble some eggs," I said leading her to the dining table.
"If you like I can help," she offered, "I am a good cook."
"Okay, you scramble the eggs," I said handing her eight eggs, "while I brew some tea."
While she made the eggs I laid the table and when the breakfast was ready I took a small part on the eggs and gave her the balance. I placed a full loaf of bread before her and watched her eat.
The way she sat at the table and used the cutlery, I thought that this girl was not born a beggar and decided to find out more about her background.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Amffita," she replied with her mouth full of eggs and bread.
"Amrita?" I laughed.
"No, Amita," she said.
"Amita, where do you live?" I asked.
"Where do beggars live, on the streets, babu (sir)? We have no permanent place. At present I sleep in a mud hut in the slums about two miles from here," she replied.
The desire to fuck her became stronger. Blood rushed into my loins making my cock half-stiff. To gauge her reaction I decided to talk about sex.
"Tujhe dar nahin lagta ki koyi raat ko tuhje zabardasti cho...(Aren't you scared that one night someone will fu... )," I said leaving the sentence incomplete.
"Keh dijiye na, ki koyi mujhe chod dega (Say it that someone will fuck me)," she replied without blushing.
"She is quite experienced even at this young age," I thought, "but it really didn't matter. A choot (cunt) is a choot."
"Has someone...." I asked.
"Abhi tak tau kissi ne mujhe nahin choda hai lakin shayad aaj raat ko meri kori choot phardi jayegi (No one has fucked me as yet but in all probability I will be deflowered tonight," she said with down cast eyes.
"How do you know this?" I asked surprised.
"I know it," she replied.
"Why don't you run away and save your virginity," I suggested.
"How long will I run? One day someone is going to fuck my cunt. It is only to save this stupid virginity that I became a beggar," she replied.
"Really, would you like to tell me?" I requested.
"Sir, it is a long story," she said wistfully.
"I have time and you also require time to digest your food in peace," I smiled.
"All right, sir, then listen," she said, "I was born to well to do parents. We owned a house, a car and all other nice things of life. It seems that HE could not bear to see our small happy family. Five years ago when I was fifteen, fate took a hand in our lives. One day my parents were killed in a car accident. In minutes my sister and I became orphans."
"Just a second, you said that five years ago you were fifteen. How old are you now?" I asked.
"I am nearly twenty," she replied.
"My God, you are twenty! You don't look a day older than fourteen," I exclaimed surprised.
"Our childish looks run in the family. My mother, despite having two grown up daughters, did not look more than twenty-five. Sir, my sister Anita is eighteen but looks only thirteen. Maybe it is our childish looks that has allowed us to remain virgins for so long," she smiled.
"Where is your sister? Is she also a beggar like you?" I asked.
"Yes sir, we are together. She is begging in the next street. I am supposed to meet up with her at one," Amita replied.
"Sorry I interrupted you. Please continue," I said apologetically.
"Only family left was my Chacha (uncle- father's younger brother)," Amita continued her story, "He came to my parents' funeral. Afterwards he took us with him to his home. He had no children of his own and loved us very much but our chachi (aunt – wife of chacha) was a bitch. She hated us and made us cook and do all the household work. She would abuse us and beat us at the slightest pretext."
"Uncle had us admitted in the local school. We attended it whenever chachi would let us. She would always tell our chacha, "Educating them is nothing but waste of money. In a few years they will get fucked and produce children."
"Let them study till then," chacha would always reply.
"After a year one night when I was passing the open window of uncle's bedroom I heard the word chudai (fucking). Curious I stopped and peeped in through the window. I was shocked. Babu, believe me both my chacha and chachi were naked. Chacha was half reclining on the bedstead and chachi sat next to him holding his half-erect cock in her hand. Moving into the shadows I continued to watch.
"Dekho na, itni der choosne ke baad bhi tumhaara laurda kharda nahi hua (Look here, even after sucking your cock for so long it has not become hard)," chachi complained.
"Thorda aur choos bahut achcha lagta hai (Suck a little more. It feels very good)," chacha replied calmly.
"No, I am not going to suck it anymore. Remember when you deflowered the washerwoman's daughter? Your cock used to become so hard that with her it gave me also lot of pleasure," chachi said, smiling, "Yes, those were the days." chacha said.
I noticed that at the mention of the washerwoman's daughter chacha's cock became slightly harder and bigger.
"Yes, those were the days," chacha said fisting his half erect cock, "but that ungrateful girl had to get married."
"What you require now is another tight virgin to deflower," Chachi said.
