— Are you a virgin? — an Arab asks.
His gaze burns straight through me—his domineering aura takes away my will.
— Yes, — I answer barely audibly.
— Then the conditions are like this: you will give birth to my child. You’ll receive payment. If you agree, I’ll immediately solve your problems, — his voice sounds businesslike and everyday, even indifferent.
I hug myself with my arms. I feel uncomfortable during this conversation. This man scares me. I don’t like the terms.
— Do you want to do IVF for me? — my voice is still quiet.
— Why IVF? Everything will happen naturally. So you agree?
I close my eyes. Do I have a choice?
Bandiits are after me; they demand a huge sum that my brother owes.
I have a terrible fate waiting for me if I don’t repay someone else’s debt, or else I’ll get rid of the problems but create new ones.
— I agree.
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A story without a happy ending.