Uttar Pradesh: Woman injected with HIV-infected needle over dowry demands; FIR registered after court order

February 17, 2025February 17, 2025 by Mohit

In May 2024, victim was admitted in hospital by her father. Medical reports confirmed that her internal organs were damaged due to the forced consumption of drugs, and she was found to be infected with HIV.

On 11th February, Gangoh police (Saharanpur) in Uttar Pradesh filed an FIR against a man and his family for dowry demands, assault, and injecting the wife with an HIV-infected needle. The FIR has been registered against Abhishek alias Sachin on the complaint of the victim’s father following a court order under Sections 498-A, 323, 307, 328, 326, and 406 of the Indian Penal Code and Sections 3 and 4 of the Dowry Prohibition Act. OpIndia accessed FIR and court orders directing police to register the case.

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Escalating dowry demands post-Marriage

According to the complaint filed by the victim’s father, the victim got married to Abhishek on 15th February 2023 in Haridwar, Uttarakhand. The bride’s family gave a car and ₹15 lakh in cash as dowry, alongside gold and silver jewelry, household appliances, and other valuables amounting to ₹42 lakh. However, the in-laws were not satisfied and soon demanded an additional ₹25 lakh and an SUV.

When the victim’s parents refused to meet the demands, her husband, along with family members, started to taunt, harass, and assault her. Within a month of marriage, she was thrown out of her marital home and returned to her parental house.

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Attempts at reconciliation and continued abuse

For the next three months, the victim stayed at her parental house, and her in-laws made no effort to bring her back. In July 2023, her father and some relatives called for a “panchayat” (gathering of elders) at her husband’s residence in Jasvawala, Haridwar. Following pressure from the elders of the society, the in-laws agreed to take her back, but the harassment allegedly continued. She was again assaulted and told that Abhishek would remarry.

In October 2023, she was again thrown out of the house, and another panchayat was held where relatives tried to resolve the matter. The in-laws, however, refused to accept her this time unless their dowry demands were fulfilled. Eventually, the panchayat forcefully left her at the in-laws’ house. The complainant told the police that the torture continued after that.

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In November 2023, yet another episode of dowry-related violence took place, and she was beaten before being thrown out of the house again. Another panchayat was held. The accused family apologised but insisted that they would accept her only on their terms. A written agreement was drafted in April 2024 to settle the matter, and the victim went back to her in-laws’ house. However, upon returning home, she was informed that she would never be accepted and that Abhishek would remarry as revenge for the humiliation faced in the panchayat.

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Injected with HIV-infected needle

When the victim refused to leave, her in-laws allegedly started giving her harmful medicines, leading to internal organ damage. The complainant alleged that the victim’s husband and sister-in-law later administered an HIV-infected injection to weaken her further. She was confined inside the house, prevented from seeking medical help, and not allowed to contact anyone.

Despite the restrictions, she managed to contact her father and brother. In May 2024, her brother visited her and learned about the abuse. He messaged their father, who arrived the next day. Seeing her condition, they rushed her to the hospital. Medical reports confirmed that her internal organs were damaged due to the forced consumption of drugs, and she was found to be infected with HIV. When her husband was tested, he was found to be HIV-negative, strengthening suspicions that she had been deliberately infected as part of a premeditated conspiracy.

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Police inaction and legal intervention

After her diagnosis, the family approached the police to file a complaint. However, the police dismissed it as a “family matter” and refused to register the case without senior officers’ approval. The victim’s father approached the Senior Superintendent of Police (SSP), Saharanpur, but no action was taken.

Left with no alternative, the complainant filed a petition in the local court seeking legal intervention. On 6th February 2025, the court ordered the Gangoh Kotwali police to register an FIR against Abhishek, his family members, and other accused individuals under relevant sections.

The investigation into the matter is underway.

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The Black Magic Rumor That Changed My Life

February 16, 2025February 16, 2025 by Mohit

A bizarre misunderstanding turns my life upside down when my roommate falsely accuses me of practicing black magic. What started as an innocent accident spirals into a damaging black magic rumor that spreads through my PG and college, affecting my reputation. Can I fight back, or is superstition more powerful than logic? Read my story to find out.

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A Normal Day Turns into a Nightmare

Living in a PG in Bengaluru is an experience in itself. You share a tiny space with a stranger, learn to adjust to their habits, and hope for a peaceful coexistence. But sometimes, things spiral out of control in the most absurd ways.

My roommate is a B.Tech third-year student from the same college as mine. We were never particularly close, but we coexisted without issues—until one incident changed everything. One evening, while cutting vegetables, I accidentally sliced my palm. The knife was sharper than I had expected, and blood spilled onto the floor. I grabbed a cloth, did some quick dressing, and started cleaning up the mess.

Just as I was wiping the floor, my roommate walked in. Her face turned pale as if she had just witnessed a murder scene. I had no idea why she was so horrified. Maybe it was the sight of blood, or maybe she had watched too many horror movies. I shrugged it off and went about my business.

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When Superstition Takes Over

Now, here’s something else about me—I suffer from extreme hair fall. Every day, I find strands of my hair on my bed, pillow, clothes, and even the floor. It’s frustrating, but I have learned to deal with it. Every night, I gather the fallen strands and throw them in the dustbin.

One night, I was feeling particularly lazy. Instead of walking all the way to the dustbin, I wrapped the collected hair strands in a chocolate wrapper and put it aside, planning to dispose of it later. Unfortunately, or maybe coincidentally, my roommate found that wrapper before I could throw it away.

She opened it.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

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The Absurd Accusation

She didn’t ask me why I had wrapped my hair in a chocolate wrapper. She didn’t give me a chance to explain. Instead, she jumped straight to the most ridiculous conclusion possible—black magic.

The next thing I knew, she had told people in our PG that I practice some dark occult ritual. At first, I laughed. How could anyone actually believe something so absurd? But the more I laughed, the more I realized—it wasn’t a joke to them.

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The Social Fallout

Within days, my PG-mates started acting differently. Some of them maintained an obvious distance. Others whispered when I walked past. Apparently, my roommate had done such a convincing job that most of them genuinely believed I was involved in black magic.

And the worst part? If she spreads this rumor in college, it won’t take long for everyone to believe it. Things like this spread faster than the truth. My reputation could be destroyed over something so idiotic.

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The Only Thing I Can Do

At this point, I don’t even know how to react. I could fight back, try to reason with them, try to prove I am not some dark sorceress. But let’s be honest—once people believe in a superstition, logic doesn’t matter.

So, I do the only thing that makes sense.

I laugh.

Because honestly, what else can I do?

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A Decade of Desires: My Struggle with Porn Addiction and Unconventional Fantasies

February 16, 2025February 16, 2025 by Mohit

Explore the raw and controversial journey of a man battling a decade-long porn addiction, unconventional fantasies, and self-acceptance. Dive deep into his struggles, desires, and the toll of porn addiction on his life.

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The Beginning of My Porn Addiction Journey

It all started innocently enough. I was curious, like any other teenager, but what began as a fleeting exploration turned into a decade-long obsession with porn addiction. For ten years, I’ve been trapped in a cycle of watching porn and masturbating, unable to break free. It’s not just a habit; it’s a part of who I am now. I’ve spent countless hours indulging in fantasies that most people would find shocking, even disturbing. But who are they to judge? My desires are my own, and I’ve come to accept them, no matter how unconventional they may be.

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The Fantasy That Consumes Me

One particular fantasy has taken root in my mind, and it’s something I can’t escape. The thought of my future spouse getting pregnant by another man turns me on in ways I can’t fully explain. It’s not just about the act itself; it’s the humiliation, the powerlessness, the sheer taboo of it all. I’ve spent hours masturbating to this idea, imagining every detail, every emotion. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s who I am. And honestly, I don’t care if it makes me sound narcissistic or twisted. This is my reality, and I’ve embraced it.

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The Physical Toll of My Porn Addiction

Over the years, my porn addiction has taken a toll on my body. My penis has become smaller, and when it’s erect, it looks almost childlike. It’s embarrassing, sure, but it’s also a constant reminder of the life I’ve chosen. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and women don’t seem to like me. Maybe it’s because of my appearance, or maybe it’s because they can sense the darkness inside me. Either way, I’ve accepted that I’m not meant for a conventional relationship.

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Questioning God’s Plan for My Porn Addiction

Sometimes, I wonder why God let this happen to me. Did He know that I wasn’t meant to have a normal sex life? Did He decide that I was only meant to watch others enjoy what I can’t? It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but maybe it’s true. Maybe I don’t deserve to have sex. Maybe my purpose is to live vicariously through others, to find pleasure in their pleasure, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness.

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The Future I Can’t Escape

There’s no going back now. I’ve crossed a point of no return, and I’ve accepted that. The strongest survive, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m the weakest. My only hope for the future is that, if I ever do get married, my spouse will fulfill my ultimate fantasy. I want her to get impregnated by another man, to live out the humiliation and desire that I’ve been obsessing over for years. It’s a twisted dream, but it’s mine.

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Living in My Fantasy World

In the end, I’ve created a world where my porn addiction and unconventional fantasies are the center of my existence. I don’t need anyone’s approval or understanding. This is who I am, and I’ve made peace with it. Whether it’s narcissistic or self-destructive, it’s my reality. And in a strange way, I’ve found a perverse kind of happiness in it.

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Falling in Love in Three Days – A Reality Check

February 15, 2025February 15, 2025 by Mohit

Falling in love in three days sounds like a dream—or a red flag. My experience with a girl on a matrimony app made me question everything. Was it love, delusion, or just a test of patience?

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A Match Made in a Matrimony App?

I met her on a matrimony app. She was 26, cute, and chubby—not fat, just the right kind of soft. We started talking, and before I knew it, we had chatted for three hours straight. She asked about me, and I answered everything honestly. I told her she could ask whatever she wanted, and she did—continuing the conversation the next day too.

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Love at First Text?

By the third day, she said something that threw me off. She told me she was falling for me. No, actually—she said she was in love. Falling in love in three days? That made no sense. I mean, I know I’m a good guy, but love in three days? No mature person would do that. But she seemed convinced.

She told me she had no past. That she had saved herself for her future husband. She wouldn’t even put her pictures on Jeevansathi. After I requested, she uploaded three, but then I noticed she removed them again. When I asked why, she said she only wanted her future husband to see her pictures. Weird. Even weirder.

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Something Didn’t Add Up

We talked about a lot of things—some of it totally unnecessary. She told me she had been living away from her family for a year. That two of her three roommates were “b****es” who spent nights in their boyfriends’ rooms. And that she never did. She swore she was different. But how? How does someone stay so pure in that kind of company? It didn’t add up. And falling in love in three days still felt like a joke.

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No Phone Number, But In Love?

I told her exactly that—it was hard to believe. She got hurt. Said she was serious about me. But if she really was, why wouldn’t she even share her phone number?

What kind of love is it when you don’t trust the person you love with your phone number?

I made it clear—I was here for marriage, not for playing around. If we wanted to take things forward, our families needed to be involved. That’s when the falling in love in three days meltdown happened. She accused me of questioning her feelings, said she had never liked anyone else, and sent me emotional, filmy tantrum messages.

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The Three-Day Cry Fest

Listen, I’m 30. Life has already kicked me in the face too many times to believe in three-day fairy tales. So, I gave her space. Told her to think it over and decide if she really wanted to involve our families. We didn’t talk for two days. Then, I asked her what she had decided.

She said she had cried for three days straight. She called herself “fluffy,” a “bad girl,” and kept repeating that I had doubted her feelings. She made it sound like I had broken her beyond repair.

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Did I Break Her Heart?

I told her she had my number. If she ever decided she was serious about marriage, she could call me. And I disconnected.

Some of the things she said felt fake. Some were pure tantrums. But some of them? They hit deep. Falling in love in three days is insane, right? But did I actually break her heart?

I don’t know. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But now, I’m left wondering—was I wrong?

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The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live

February 15, 2025February 15, 2025 by Mohit

The weight of grief is unbearable. Losing my mother in 2020 changed everything, leaving me with a sadness that won’t fade. Success, love, and money mean nothing when the will to live is gone.

The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live

I come from a middle-class family, the kind where hard work and perseverance are the only ways forward. Life wasn’t easy for me. I was bullied throughout school, and even in college, I never truly fit in. It chipped away at my confidence, slowly eroding any sense of self-worth I had.

By the time I turned 14, the anxiety had set in. I developed a stuttering problem—one more thing for people to mock me about. Every word felt like a battle, every conversation a struggle. My self-esteem plummeted, and I learned to live in the shadows, avoiding attention, avoiding life.

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A Life That Looked Perfect on Paper

Fast forward to 2020, and despite it all, I had made it. I was earning 30 LPA, more than enough for the lifestyle I had once dreamed of. I had financial security, professional success, and, for the first time, I felt like I had control over my life.

But life has a cruel way of reminding you that no amount of money can protect you from real pain.

In September 2020, COVID took my mother away from me. That’s when everything started to fall apart.

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Losing My Shield, Losing Myself

Throughout my life, after all the bullying, all the struggles with self-worth, there was one person who always stood by me—my mother. She was my shield, my protector. No matter how broken I felt, she was there to remind me that I mattered.

She defended me when things went wrong in our family. She lifted me up when I failed. She was my home.

And then, suddenly, she was gone.

It’s been five years, but the pain hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s grown stronger, more suffocating. People told me time heals all wounds, but they lied. Some wounds never heal.

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Success Means Nothing Without Her

On the surface, everything looks fine. I’m financially stable. I’m in a good relationship. I even got married in 2023, thinking it would bring me happiness. And it did, for a while.

But the sadness never left.

It lingers, like a shadow I can’t escape. A monotonic, dull ache in my head that reminds me, every single day, that she’s gone. That no matter how much money I make, no matter how much I succeed, I will never be able to hear her voice again.

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The Miscarriage That Should Have Broken Me

Two months ago, my wife had a miscarriage. It should have devastated me. And in a way, it did. But even in that moment of loss, my mind was somewhere else—still stuck in September 2020, reliving my mother’s death over and over again.

I hate myself for feeling this way. I know I should be more affected by the miscarriage, but the truth is, my mother’s absence is the only pain I seem to recognize anymore.

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The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live

I have reached a point where nothing excites me. I don’t want to work. I don’t want to meet friends. I don’t want to go out, smile, or pretend that everything is okay.

I don’t want to live a life where this sadness is my only companion.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know if I even want to try.

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What Comes Next?

They say grief fades, but what if it doesn’t? What if some people are just meant to carry it forever?

I don’t have the answers. I just know that I am tired of feeling this way.

I don’t want to live a life where happiness feels like a distant memory. But I also don’t know how to find a way out.

Maybe there is no way out. Maybe this is just who I am now.

Maybe this is what grief does—it consumes you until there’s nothing left.

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The Dark Side of Corporate Culture: A Cautionary Tale

February 9, 2025February 9, 2025 by Mohit

Dive into the shocking reality of corporate culture, where lavish parties and booze-fueled orgies are the unspoken price of success. This cautionary tale reveals how a young couple’s lives spiraled into chaos, as they sacrificed their morals and dignity to survive in a world of corporate slavery. A raw, unfiltered look at the dark side of corporate culture.

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My Descent into the Toxic Quagmire of Corporate Slavery

This is my story—a story I never thought I’d tell. But the guilt is eating me alive, and I need to let it out before it consumes me completely. I don’t want your suggestions or advice; I just want to share my truth. This is a cautionary tale about the dark side of corporate culture, a world where your soul is the price you pay for survival.

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The Beginning: A Fresher’s Dream Turned Nightmare

Two and a half years ago, I joined one of the biggest IT MNCs as a fresher. Coming from a lower-middle-class family in Surat, this was my golden ticket. My family was hesitant—there was a three-year bond, and I had an education loan hanging over my head. But this was the only decent offer I had, so I took it. My joining location was Kolkata, a city I knew nothing about.

From day one, I gave my 200% at work. I stayed late, worked 14-15 hours a day, and even sacrificed weekends. I thought hard work would speak for itself. But I was wrong.

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The Unspoken Rule: Social Mingling or Suffer

Soon, it became clear that hard work wasn’t enough. To stay in the good books of my team leads (TLs) and managers, I had to socialize with them after office hours and on weekends. And by socializing, I mean drinking and partying at Salt Lake’s popular discos—Barocks and Heka.

Growing up in a staunch Sanatani family, I had always stayed away from alcohol. Initially, I ignored these invitations, politely declining every time. I thought my dedication at work would be enough. But after six months, I was blindsided with a terrible review. They called me “not a team player” and extended my probation by another three months.

I was shattered. I realized I had no choice but to play along.

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Losing Myself: The Price of Survival

Slowly, I gave in. I started attending these parties, fake-smiling and fake-enjoying my way through them. It felt like I was losing a piece of my soul every time—my sanskars, my culture, everything I had been taught. But it worked. I became a darling to the management.

The quality of my work didn’t matter anymore. As long as I stayed late, buttered up the higher-ups, and “enjoyed” with them, I was a model employee.

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Marriage and the Downward Spiral

Things took a darker turn after I got married. My wife and I started getting invited to couples-only weekend getaways. At first, I thought it was innocent—just team bonding. But I was wrong.

These getaways were nothing short of booze-fueled orgies at resorts in Mandarmoni, Santiniketan, and near the Sundarbans. My newlywed wife, semi-conscious and drunk, was passed around from manager to manager. I, too, hooked up with whoever’s wife I could. It was a fever dream, a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

When we returned to Kolkata, my wife broke down. I convinced her this was normal in high society, that we needed to do this to stay in the race. Slowly, she too lost her soul and started “enjoying” it.

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The Breaking Point: New Year’s Nightmare

The final blow came during a New Year’s getaway at a resort in Taki. On December 31st, things spiraled out of control. Everyone was drunk out of their minds. At one point, there were at least five people with my wife simultaneously. I could see her getting overwhelmed, but I was too drunk to do anything.

To make matters worse, some of my male colleagues grabbed me and had their way with me—violently. It was humiliating, degrading, and soul-crushing.

The Aftermath: Living as Corpses

It’s been a month since that night. My wife has missed her periods. I still can’t sit or walk comfortably. On the surface, we’re the same—smiling, working, pretending everything is fine. But inside, we’re two living corpses, floating through the toxic quagmire that is corporate India in 2025.

A Human Condition, Not a Regional Problem

Before anyone points fingers, let me clarify: this isn’t a Kolkata problem. My team is a mix of people from Bihar, Jharkhand, Odisha, Rajasthan, and Haryana. The few Bengalis in the team are in non-leadership roles, suffering just like me. This is a human condition, a dark side of corporate culture that has persisted for ages and now permeates the global corporate world.

My Final Words

This is my story—a cautionary tale about the dark side of corporate culture. I don’t know if I’ll ever find peace, but I hope my story serves as a warning to others. The corporate world demands more than your time and skills; it demands your soul. And once you lose it, there’s no going back.

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A Highly Untrammelled but Cherubic Only Child: My Tattoos, My Secrets, and My Double Life

February 8, 2025February 8, 2025 by Mohit

A highly untrammeled but cherubic only child faces an impossible choice: stay true to her tattoos and identity or risk losing her rigid, tattoo-hating fiancé. Discover her shocking and controversial story.

A Highly Untrammeled but Cherubic Only Child: A Life of Defiance

I’ve always been unapologetically me—a highly untrammeled but cherubic only child. My life has been defined by bold choices, fearless individuality, and a stubborn refusal to conform. But now, as I approach marriage, my past and my future collide in ways I never expected.

Yes, I’m going to be married this year. Unfortunately. 😃

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The Shocking Truth Behind My Tattoos

I have three tattoos, each one a piece of my soul, a chapter of my story. They’re not just ink; they’re a rebellion, a confession, and a secret I carry every day.

The Broken Moon
My first tattoo is on my back—a hand holding a shattered moon. It’s visible to anyone who cares to look, but its meaning? That’s mine alone. I got it after my first abortion, a choice society loves to judge but one that shaped me into the strong woman I am today.
The Caged Angel
My second tattoo, hidden on the lower part of my body, is an angel trapped in a spiky cage. Only bikinis reveal it, but its story is just as raw. I had it done after my first breakup, a devastating end to a toxic relationship that taught me the price of loving too hard.
The Broken Sun
My third tattoo is a broken sun etched onto my chest, visible only through deep necklines. I got it after my second abortion—a moment that tested my strength and resilience more than I thought possible.

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A Fiancé Who Hates Tattoos

Now, here’s the catch. My prospective husband is everything society says I should want—successful, ambitious, and “husband material.” But he despises tattoos. He finds them repulsive, a dealbreaker.

The irony? He has no idea about the stories inked on my body. To him, they’re just meaningless designs. To me, they’re scars, victories, and reminders of the life I’ve lived.

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The Ultimate Controversy: Should I Hide or Reveal the Truth?

This is where my story takes a controversial turn. I’m not willing to remove my tattoos—they are sacred to me. But I also can’t tell him the truth behind them. Imagine explaining to a rigid, judgmental man that your tattoos symbolize abortions and heartbreaks. That would end the marriage before it even begins.

And yet, I don’t want to lose him. He’s perfect in every other way, and society would call me crazy for jeopardizing this “ideal” match.

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A Highly Untrammeled but Cherubic Only Child’s Dilemma

So, here I am, caught in a double life. My tattoos are my regalia, my rebellion. But they’re also my deepest secrets. Do I keep hiding the truth? Do I risk losing him for the sake of my identity? Or do I do the unthinkable and give up the one thing that defines me?

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What Would You Do?

This isn’t just my story; it’s a question for all of us who’ve lived unapologetically. Would you compromise your identity for love? Or would you let go of someone who could otherwise be perfect?

The answers aren’t easy, but one thing is clear: as a highly untrammeled but cherubic only child, I’ve never taken the easy way out.

Let me know your thoughts. Would you stay true to yourself or sacrifice for love? 🖤

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I’m a Divorced Guy: My Journey Through Fake Allegations and Mental Trauma

February 8, 2025February 8, 2025 by Mohit

False allegations can destroy a person’s peace and tarnish their reputation. I never imagined that I would find myself in such a nightmare. When I married her, I envisioned a life filled with love and trust. Instead, I found myself facing fabricated claims of domestic violence, mental instability, and cruel behavior.

The accusations didn’t stop at me. My family was dragged into it, accused of domestic abuse. The most hurtful part? Being labeled as a “psycho” and accused of demanding dowry—things I would never do. As a divorced guy now, I can tell you how crushing these false claims were.

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I’m a Divorced Guy: The Start of a Nightmare

From Love to False Allegations

My life began to crumble when these allegations surfaced. She painted a picture of me and my family as villains, even though we had done nothing wrong. I didn’t retaliate immediately. Instead, I tried to understand how I ended up in this situation.

I learned early on that the law can often feel biased in such cases, leaving men vulnerable. But I wasn’t going to let this destroy me. I started preparing myself mentally and emotionally for the battle ahead.

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I’m a Divorced Guy: Gathering Evidence Amidst Trauma

Navigating the Biased System

The first step was to protect myself with evidence. I spent an entire month learning about divorce cases by watching YouTube videos and studying similar situations. Then, I dedicated four months to gathering proof to counter the false claims against me.

Those four months were the most agonizing period of my life. I couldn’t share my struggles with anyone—not friends, not family. The mental pressure was immense. But I knew staying calm and focused was the only way to prove my innocence.

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I’m a Divorced Guy: The Turning Point

Confronting the Lies

I decided it was time to confront her. I recorded our conversation, carefully steering it toward her actions. During this talk, she confessed that my parents and I had treated her well. She even admitted my mother had recently gifted her gold.

When I brought up her affair, she initially denied it. But I had done my homework. I asked her to check her phone records and show her Google Pay transactions, which revealed multiple payments to her lover. Eventually, she confessed to the affair, admitting she married me because of parental pressure while still being in love with someone else.

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I’m a Divorced Guy: The Fake Allegations Begin

Fighting Back Against False Claims

Months later, I received her divorce petition filled with baseless allegations. These claims, including accusations of mental cruelty and abusive behavior, came shortly after my father’s passing. It was a devastating time, but I stood my ground.

Following my lawyer’s advice, I called her and made it clear that the conversation was being recorded. I questioned her about the petition and pointed out the lies. Her silence confirmed my suspicions. I informed her that if she didn’t withdraw her false allegations, I’d file a counter-petition and include her lover as a respondent. Realizing the gravity of the situation, she agreed to a mutual consent divorce.

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I’m a Divorced Guy: Lessons Learned

Staying Calm Amid Chaos

This journey taught me the importance of staying calm under pressure. Reacting out of anger would have only made things worse. Instead, I relied on strategy and evidence to navigate the situation.

One phrase that kept me going was something I saw on the Chennai Metro: “Inconvenience today for a better tomorrow.” It reminded me that enduring short-term pain could lead to long-term peace.

Why I Share My Story as a Divorced Guy

A Guide for Others Facing Similar Struggles

I’m sharing my story because I know I’m not alone. Many men face similar challenges, and it’s crucial to approach these situations with patience and strategy.

If you’re going through something like this, remember that your truth matters. Stay strong, gather evidence, and never lose hope. Justice may feel distant, but it’s achievable. I pray for peace and strength for anyone enduring this kind of hardship. You’re not alone.

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Navigating My Corporate Life and Questionable Choices

February 2, 2025February 2, 2025 by Mohit

A raw, unfiltered take on navigating my corporate life while juggling past relationships, unexpected revelations, and controversial decisions. Read my story about ambition, love, and a desire for something more.

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A New Beginning with Old Luggage

Five months into corporate life, and here I am, juggling my past and present like some twisted balancing act. College feels like a fever dream now, where boundaries blurred, and rules didn’t apply. Back then, I had a boyfriend—a relationship steeped in intimacy, romance, and the kind of chaos you only find in college cliques.

Our group wasn’t your traditional circle of friends. We were six girls, their boyfriends, and an unspoken understanding that everyone had hooked up with everyone else at least once. It was wild, messy, and, strangely enough, perfectly normal for Pune’s college crowd.

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The Bombshell Revelation

Things went south when I found out my boyfriend wasn’t just into women—he was bisexual. Now, I thought I was open-minded. I had no issues with him sleeping with other women. But men? That was a hard no for me.

Yet, here we are, still hooking up occasionally because, surprise, we got placed in the same city. Do I see a future with him? Absolutely not. But old habits die hard, don’t they?

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Corporate Life and a New Crush

Enter my Team Lead—a man three years older than me, exuding confidence and charm. From the moment I joined, I had a massive crush on him. At office parties, I’d always ask him to dance. Sometimes, we’d end up making out. Casual, fun, no strings—at least for now.

Here’s the kicker: he’s interested in marriage. He knows everything about my past and is still okay with it. Turns out, he’s had his fair share of escapades, having slept with most of his female colleagues. I’ve even witnessed a few of my office friends making out with him.

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The Dealbreaker I Can’t Ignore

He seems perfect, right? Well, not quite. There’s one thing that bothers me—he’s from Bihar. I’ve read enough to know that Bihari mothers-in-law can be strict, especially with girls who aren’t from their state. The thought of navigating that kind of family dynamic terrifies me.

I’m torn. Should I overlook this cultural clash and consider a future with him? Or should I keep my options open and wait for someone who fits into my world seamlessly?

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My Child’s Teacher is Obsessed with Me—A Dangerous Affair Gone Wrong

February 2, 2025February 2, 2025 by Mohit

My child’s teacher is obsessed with me, and his actions are punishing my child unfairly. Here’s how it unfolded and what I should do next.

My Child’s Teacher is Obsessed with Me

This has been haunting me for over a month now. I cannot take it anymore. It all started innocently during the Parent-Teacher Meeting (PTM) on August 24 at my child’s school.

His new class teacher, a strikingly attractive man in his late 20s, caught my eye. Our conversation went off-topic quickly, and before I knew it, we had exchanged numbers. What followed was a whirlwind of emotions, leading to an encounter in a hotel room. At the time, it felt exciting, almost surreal.

But I had no idea the man would become obsessed with me.

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Obsession in the Streets

Things seemed smooth until I started noticing him on the streets near my apartment. Night after night, he was there—standing, staring at my balcony like a lovesick teenager. His behavior terrified me. It was childish, borderline dangerous.

As a bachelor, he had no restrictions at home, so he freely indulged in this obsession. My husband noticed him too and began questioning me about this strange man lurking outside. What made it worse? My husband had no clue that this was my son’s teacher.

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My Child is Paying the Price

I decided to address the issue with him directly. When I tried to discuss his behavior, it escalated. He fought with my boyfriend—yes, my boyfriend—without even asking for my side of the story.

Now, his retaliation is horrifying. My son is being punished unfairly at school for the smallest things. The teacher enforces every rule on him, making his life miserable. My child, innocent and unaware, is now terrified of going to school.

I’ve tried reaching out to him multiple times, but he has blocked me everywhere. Even my attempts to meet him at school have failed; he denied me an appointment.

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A Coward’s Games

If he were a real man, he’d confront me and sort this out instead of playing these pathetic games. His obsession and immaturity are ruining my child’s experience at school.

This entire situation is spiraling out of control. My son doesn’t deserve to suffer for the poor choices of the adults around him.

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What Should I Do?

I feel trapped and clueless. Should I escalate this to the school authorities? Confront him in public? Or should I reveal the truth to my husband?

This man’s obsession with me has gone too far, and it’s my child who’s paying the ultimate price. If you’ve been in a similar situation or have advice, I need your help.

My child’s teacher is obsessed with me, and I need a solution now.

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