Pain

[JSinghJudge]

I read this story in a novel a long time ago and I only remember the last name of the author who wrote this novel which was "Kohli". This novel had many short stories but when I came across this one it had gave me goosebumps. I will try to re-write the story as best as I could. I beleive it will also shock you as much as it did me...
Gurbachan Singh : A driver who delivers loads to delhi and he does not wear a turban.
Year during the story: 1990s

They finally reach Delhi after an 10 hour drive, the roads were terrible. Bachans in the mood for a chaska many drivers along with regular people have, a chaska that could be filled at GP Road. GP Road which is a 24/7 whoremarket, theres many houses with a variety of girls you could get for cheap for example anywhere from 200 rupees to 2000 rupees. But this one time Bachan had a friend with him who had lived in Delhi for a while and had cousins who were ministers of the congresss. In other words this guy knew the town inside out, he know the spots where you could go find stuff that people dont even know exist, from different types of drugs to high class call girls.

So he tells Bachan, " Forget Gp Road man, thats old news I'll get you some thing thats made only for people with a name, money and power. It may be little expensive but hey one time wont hurt, plus it'll be worth the money". This way Bachan agreed to check out this new spot and even to pay more just because he was excited to see what type of ride he'd be in for. They get to the place and its a house with two guards standing in the front, but it was beautiful house as soon as they enter they take Bachan and his friend to a living room. There they see a girl who Bachan couldn't get his eyes off, she was beautifull; fair skinned and in perfect shape. Bachans buddys pays her and goes in the room with her, Bachan couldn't wait he was so happy to see his friend come out and say he had the time of his life. It was finally his turn he enters the room and there’s the girl, staring at him with these eyes that are scary he finds them kind very attractive then she gives a smile but her eyes do not change or react with the smile, then she quickly pulled out a diary and asked “Name?!”. He replies “ Gurbachan Singh” she totally flips out on him “ a Sikh? Your a sikh? How did you get in here?!? i strictly told the guards no Sikhs allowed they’d never let a sikh come in here i pay them for that. But you don’t have turban they might’ve got confused” Bachan heard enough he was now feeling angry he asks her “why do you have a problem with Sikhs? Do you hate us?” She replied “no ofcourse not, come with me”. She takes him to a room inside the bedroom kind of like a walk in closet with adi granth there and they covered their heads and mathtekhed. Then they came out and she began “oh your sikh and you cut your hair? What are you doing for Sikhs years have passed since the delhi riots and operation blue star. What have you done?” Bachan starts laughing at her” why you so concerned with what ive done? Ive done nothing, but thats better then what you are doing “. She smiles and says “ yea i would say the same if i was in your shoes, but if you really want to know what i’ve done come back as a singh, leave your contact info and take mine and when your a singh come back or ill contact u in the near future if your a singh by then ill let you know what I’ve done”.
A year passes by and Bachan gets a letter, he now is a Singh. It was from the girl she told him to meet her at some hospital. He reaches there asap and theres a nurse standing there who recognises him and takes him to a room where she layed. As fair her skin was it looked dark now, her cheek bones were coming out of her faces and the dark spots around her made it hard to face her. Her once perfect fit body looked like it was out of blood and food, so weak she lay there. The nurse said “he’s here”, bachans goes by her bed she opens her eyes feels his turban and his beard and then points at the drawer and dies. In the drawer there was an envelope with a lot of papers; there was a long letter along with records showing how she donated a lot of money to gurdwaras and the 1984 orphan fund. He began to read the letter.
Gurbachan i wasn’t always like what you’ve saw me as, i used to live in delhi with my husband; i was a fellow singh’s singhnee. After Indira Gandhi had died riots began everywhere in the city. It also came down to our street where rioters were following a minister with a list which had the houses that were owned by hindus and the houses that were owned by Sikhs since they only wanted to burn down sikh owned houses but they wanted to kill any Sikhs living on rent in a hindu house, like us. My husband was burned alive in front of me. They then came into my room took my turban off and tied me to the bed with it, then they raped me turn by turn 7-8 of them, i fell unconscious. But when i woke back up there was one person sitting there he was dressed like a minister, i recognised him he was the first to rape me and the same guy with the list in his hands. He told me” there is no point if you tell the cops there is still alot more to happen, there is no point of making this a big deal. My boys and i really enjoyed the time we spent with you and we would love it if you would do it willingly. Take my card, think about it , its good money to.” I then did not know what to do so i left to harmandir sahib and stayed in prayer for a 1 week asking god to show me a way to punish these guys. After a week i had nowhere to go and nothing of my own but that card he gave me. I went to the address on it and it was a house, the guys infront welcomed me like they were expecting me. There he lay the same guy who gave me the card, he was on a bed sick, and really weak as if he was dying. He lived for a month and passed away and i stayed there with him, he put his money, his house everything under my name and i ran his business after he left, along with being a part of the business myself. I wrote down every name of the person i met and many were ministers, ministers kids, relatives, high ranked officers and etc. I infected each and every one of them with the same disease i was infected with aids. I made each of them die a slow death, so what if i had suffer through it to , i got my revenge by infecting hundreds. So you asked Gurbachan Singh what have i done? Just like shaheed singhs died in muqabla i died, but slowly i was living the last moments of my life as a muqabla and all the pain i went through, was worth it.