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.
