5/24/2023 0 Comments Impostor factory summarySoon enough, both started poking each other on the social network and commenting on each other’s pictures and updates. Their chats continued, on Facebook and Google. She liked cooking and traveling – she wanted to see the world. She lived in Dubai but her family also had a place in Mumbai, so she was often shuttling between the two cities. Richa said she was an engineer and had studied in Singapore and Malaysia. She was pretty – square chin, big, expressive eyes, flowing black hair, broad smile. So, in 2009, he was almost always at home and with nothing to do, spent a lot of his time on Facebook. Post the financial meltdown of 2008, there were very few jobs and as fate would have it, Rahul didn’t land any. In 2009, he completed his Masters in Business Administration (MBA) from Rizvi college. Like most young people, he wanted to make new friends, keep in touch with old friends and just stay connected with what’s happening in the world. Rahul Madhyani discovered Facebook in college. Sneha let out a little scream: “Rahul, what is…” He hushed her. It was one of the many posts on the page. A few hours later, again, a flurry of posts: Then 13 hours back, she had posted a flurry of vulgar messages, all directed at Rahul and his family. She had then shared ‘All Porn Videos’s’ video, a porn clip. Whore.Ībout 16 hours back, Sneha had shared that she was in an open relationship. Just next to the name, Sneha Chopra were the words: *randi chinal vaishya* – Literal translation: Prostitute. As they looked at the page, both, Rahul and Sneha froze. He clicked on the second, the one he wasn’t friends with. Several results showed up, two of them with the same picture. The two excused themselves, went to another room and Rahul logged into Facebook, from Sneha’s laptop. Rahul stared at Sneha, sitting next to him. There’s another account of one of her friends. ![]() “Rahul, Sneha’s account has been made,” said the caller. He beamed at the sight of it, opened the wrapping paper softly and thanked his mother in law. Over lunch.Īs the family got through the large spread, Sneha’s mother left the table and returned with a gift-wrapped present. Hence, this get together, the third time. But more important, he was in love with Sneha. Rahul was well-spoken, had a good job as a teacher at Rizvi College, where he was in charge of placements and public relations. For Alok, a tiny, bespectacled, timid man himself, Rahul was, well, different.īut everyone liked him. Big, brooding eyes and an untucked shirt, the first button undone, jeans and ankle length black boots – Rahul looked like he had walked straight out of a movie poster. Thick, neatly trimmed, full beard and gelled hair, combed back neatly, every strand in place. If that’s what is going to make her happy, then she would have it. But then he loved her, respected her decision. He was surprised by his sister’s announcement he thought she was too young for this, that she should study further or work for some time. Four years elder to her, Alok, 32, was the sole breadwinner of the family. Ever since Sneha’s dad passed away, Alok had taken his place. The first was soon after Sneha told her mother and her brother that she liked a boy and would want to marry him – his name is Rahul. It was the third time the family was getting together. Reader warning: this story contains explicit language reproduced verbatim. ![]() ![]() Want to read this story instantly? Register or Login
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