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MidReal Story
Our Secret Life
Scenario:Priti is a 36-year-old woman who is happily married to the love of her life. She met Ankit, a 36-year-old shy and introverted but intelligent man, at a mutual friend's housewarming party. They connected through a WhatsApp group.
One day, Ankit accidentally sent a message meant for someone else to Priti, which sparked their interaction over chat. Gradually, they began to open up to each other, teasing one another, engaging in healthy flirtation, and sharing photos while keeping their secret conversations hidden from their spouses.
One night, while chatting late, they played a game of truth and dare. This fun quickly escalated, and they ended up exchanging intimate messages for the entire night, all while their spouses slept beside them.
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Priti
She is a 36yearold woman living a fulfilling life with her husband, Rohan. She is adventurous, playful, and a bit mischievous. Priti met Ankit through a mutual friend and developed a secret online friendship with him. They would exchange messages under the guise of helping each other with languagerelated issues, but their conversations often turned flirtatious and adventurous. Despite her loving marriage, Priti enjoyed these clandestine interactions with Ankit, exploring their desires and fantasies without judgment.
Ankit
He is a 36yearold man with a shy and introverted demeanor. He is witty, intelligent, and curious. Ankit also lives happily married to Neeta. His secret online friendship with Priti started as a supposed language exchange but evolved into a thrilling exchange of messages. He enjoyed their playful and candid conversations, revealing his hidden desires and fantasies. Ankit found solace in Priti's adventurous spirit and appreciated their safe space to be themselves without fear of judgment or societal constraints.
It was a fine evening, and I was sitting on my couch, staring at my phone.
I had received a message from an unknown number a few minutes ago.
But I was still trying to decipher its meaning.
The message read, "Hey! Can you please help me with some English language-related issues? I am not good at it. If you can, then please come to this link: https://cutt.ly/SmS5pW5".
I stared at the message, trying to understand what it meant.
It was from Ankit, and all he had written was, "I will be at home in an hour."
I looked at Rohan, who was sitting next to me, engrossed in his book.
My fingers hovered over the phone's screen, contemplating whether to reply or not.
Finally, I typed a message, "Are you okay?" and sent it.
Now, all I could do was wait for his response.
A few minutes passed, and my phone buzzed.
It was Ankit's response.
I opened the chat and read his message: "Hey! I am sorry. I sent that message by mistake. It was meant for someone else. Don't mind it."
A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I read his message.
But at the same time, a hint of disappointment crept in too.
I closed the chat and placed my phone on the table beside me.
The room felt quieter, as if holding its breath for what might come next.
I pick up my phone again, unable to shake off the curiosity that lingers.
Rohan remains engrossed in his book, oblivious to my actions.
I scroll back to the first message, determined to examine it more closely.
And there, at the end of the text, I notice something peculiar—a symbol that looks like a cross between an emoji and a web link.
My finger hovers over it, contemplating whether to click.
The house is silent except for the soft rustle of Rohan turning pages.
I glance at him briefly before returning my gaze to the screen.
Despite my better judgment, I tap the symbol.
Rohan looks up from his book, sensing my hesitation.
"Did you just click on something suspicious?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I nod slowly, feeling a mix of excitement and dread.
My heart races as Rohan's eyes linger on my phone screen.
I quickly lock it and set it face-down on the coffee table, but the damage is done—he saw me clicking that strange symbol in Ankit's message.
The room feels smaller as Rohan shifts closer on the couch, his shoulder pressing against mine.
I pretend to be absorbed in adjusting the throw pillow behind my back, buying time to compose myself.
The TV drones in the background while my mind scrambles for a believable explanation.
"Why would you click on something like that?" Rohan asks, his voice tinged with concern.
"I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Maybe it's nothing, but what if Ankit's in some kind of trouble?"
My phone screen flickers and goes black, causing my heart to race even faster.
I pick it up and try rebooting it several times, but nothing works.
Rohan watches with growing concern as I struggle with the device.
Finally, after a few tense moments, the screen comes back to life.
A flurry of notifications floods my phone, all from Ankit's number.
I open the chat, and my eyes widen at the sight of multiple messages, each containing strings of random characters and symbols I can't decipher.
"What is this?" he asks, leaning over to glance at my screen.
"I don't know," I whisper, my fingers trembling as I scroll through the messages.
Rohan leans closer, his voice filled with worry.
"This looks serious. We should report it to cyber security."
I clutch my phone tighter, making excuses.
"No, no. It's fine. I'll handle it."
I grip my phone tightly, my mind racing with the implications of what just happened.
Rohan's suggestion about involving cyber security echoes in my thoughts, but I can't risk exposing the private chats with Ankit.
My husband gets up and heads to the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room.
I hear him rummaging through the cabinets, preparing to make tea.
The sound of clinking cups and running water fills the air.
As he works, I retreat to our bedroom, closing the door behind me.
The room feels smaller than usual, and I can still hear Rohan's movements in the kitchen.
I pull up Ankit's contact on my phone and stare at his name for a moment.
My thumb hovers over the call button, but I hesitate.
I can't shake off the feeling that something is off.
I pace near the window, looking out at the city below.
The sky is painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun sets slowly.
The sounds of cars passing by outside create a soothing background noise.
Suddenly, I hear the kettle whistling from the kitchen.
Rohan must be almost done making tea. I glance at my phone again, considering my options.
Before I can overthink it further, I press the call button and hold the phone to my ear.
My free hand clutches the curtain tightly as I wait for Ankit to pick up.
My breath catches when I hear Ankit's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I press myself against the bedroom wall, speaking in hushed tones so Rohan can't hear me from the kitchen.
"Ankit, what happened? I got all these weird messages from you," I whisper urgently.
"I'm sorry, I didn't send them," Ankit responds, his voice laced with concern.
"Someone must have hacked into my WhatsApp account. They sent a lot of links to my contacts."
My eyes dart towards my phone screen, which is still displaying a stream of random characters.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
"Oh no," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What should I do?"
Ankit's voice remains calm and reassuring.
"Just delete the messages and don't click on any links. I'll try to figure out what happened."
I nod, even though he can't see me.
"Okay, I'll be careful."
The kettle's whistle grows louder from the kitchen, and I know Rohan is almost done making tea.
I quickly tell Ankit that I have to go and end the call. Before Rohan can enter the room, I quickly delete our call history and any trace of our conversation from my phone.
I make my way to the kitchen, where Rohan is pouring steaming hot tea into cups.
He glances up at me with a smile.
"Do you want sugar in your tea?" he asks casually.
I nod and watch as he adds a spoonful of sugar to each cup.
As he stirs the tea, my phone screen flickers again, displaying more random characters before going black once more.
Rohan looks up, noticing my worried expression.
"Is everything alright?" he asks, his tone gentle but probing.
I force a smile, trying to mask my anxiety.
"Yeah, just some glitch with the phone," I reply, hoping he doesn't press further.
I cradle the warm teacup in my hands, watching the steam rise into the air as Rohan settles beside me on the kitchen stool.
The coded messages continue to appear on my phone screen, each notification making me flinch.
Rohan notices my unease and gently places a hand on my arm.
"Is something bothering you?" he asks softly.
I hesitate, unsure of how to reveal the truth about the strange messages and my secret conversations with Ankit.
My fingers trace the rim of the cup as I gather my thoughts.
"Something's wrong with my phone," I start hesitantly, holding up the device to show him the bizarre texts.
Rohan leans closer, his shoulder brushing against mine as he examines the screen.
His brow furrows as he studies the messages.
"These aren't just glitches," he says with a hint of alarm.
I swallow hard, knowing I can't keep the truth from him any longer.