There's nothing more dangerous in this world than a sensual woman eager for a relationship.
It's a sweet poison that feels good at first but later stings like a sore.
My name is Aditya. I'm 26 years old. If you saw me today, you might think my life is so wonderful—expensive clothes, cars, and always having money in my pocket. But behind this glamour lies a darkness that stings my soul every day. Today, I want to share my story with you.
I grew up in a small town. My job was building and repairing computers. I worked hard all day, but at the end of the month, I only had enough money to cover the household expenses. My mother always told me, "Son, what comes through hard work is the real deal."
I listened to her advice, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I always had a nagging feeling that my life would never improve.
One day, I got a call. From the wealthiest part of town. A woman was having trouble with her computer. When I arrived, I saw a new side of life for the first time—a large bungalow, expensive things, and luxury everywhere.
There I met Sneha. She was a beautiful, self-sufficient, and very wealthy woman of about 35 or 36 years old. There was something about her face that captivated my attention. I fixed her computer. As she left, she said, "Your work is good. If I ever need you again, I'll call."
I just nodded and left.
A few days later, she called. This time, she said she wanted to meet me. I went to her house. She offered me tea and asked me about my life. It was the first time anyone had shown so much interest in my life.
During our conversation, she said, "You're hardworking, but do you ever think about improving your life?"
I laughed and said, "I do, but I don't have the resources."
That's when she made an offer. She said that if I spent some time with her, she would give me more money than my two months' salary.
I was shaken to the core. This was completely new to me. I initially refused, but her words stirred my heart. She said, "Think about it, it's just a money transaction."
I couldn't sleep that night. I thought, maybe this was a chance to change my life. The next day, I agreed.
For the first time, I felt like I was living a dream. Sneha not only gave me money, but also bought me expensive clothes, took me to restaurants, and took me to places I could never have imagined.
A few weeks later, she introduced me to her rich friends. These women were also delighted with me. They told me to spend time with them, and in return, they would fulfill my every need.
I now had money, cars, and everything I had ever imagined. I felt like a king.
But the world wasn't that simple. Sneha and her friends began to place high expectations on me. I had to be energetic all the time while with them. They started giving me some medicines.
"These won't let you get tired," they said.
Initially, I was happy. The medicines made me feel better. But gradually, I became dependent on them. If I didn't take them, my body would feel weak.
As time passed, the sparkle in my life began to fade. Sneha stopped visiting me. Someone else took her place. The women who had once cared for my needs now started avoiding me.
I realized I was just a plaything. I now had a lot of money, but I had no one to call my own.
The medicines ruined my body. My doctor told me that my liver and heart were no longer the same. I'm only 26 years old, but I'm feeling like an old man.
I don't understand why I did all this. Was it for money? Or for the dreams that are now shattered?
Today I'm alone. I have money, but it can't buy my health or my lost relationships.
If you're listening to my story, I have only one thing to say to you: "Make money in life, but never sell your truth, your relationships, and your soul."
"The life I thought was my dream was a trap. And that trap has left me with wounds that will probably never heal."
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