Chapter 1: Introduction
The evening was drawing to a close, and our bodies buzzed from the exquisite feast that lay scattered around us. Babar raised an eyebrow, glancing between Nadia and me. "Wajahat," he began, his tone hushed with anticipation, "we have something to ask you." His voice carried the weight of a secret, a burden that seemed to hang suspended in the air, waiting for release.
As my gaze shifted between them, I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in their demeanor, the way their eyes danced with excitement and trepidation.
Nadia leaned forward, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. "We want to have a baby," she confessed, her voice trembling softly. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't quite grasp what they were asking me. Babar reached out, placing a comforting hand on Nadia's knee. "But we can't do it ourselves," he added, his voice low and earnest. "We need you, Wajahat."
My stomach churned at the realization of their request.
The tension in the air thickened, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across their faces. "What exactly do you mean?" I hesitated, my voice cracking under the weight of my confusion.
Babar sighed deeply, his eyes locked on mine. "We want a child, but we can't conceive naturally because of my infertility. We need you to impregnate Nadia," he admitted, his voice quivering slightly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My aunt and uncle wanted me to have sex with them so they could have a baby?