Part 1
Innocent girl trapped by mobile app called Dream come true.
Warning: all kinds of dirty and dark desire will be added on future parts, if it's not your cup of tea, kindly skip this.
I'm Gayatri, a 21-year-old girl from a small, quiet village in Kerala. I belong to a middle-class modest Malayali family. Our family struggles with financial instability, and I've grown up watching my parents sacrifice so much just to make ends meet, and every day I feel the weight of this reality pressing down on me. Right now, I am in my final year of nursing studies, living alone in a hostel in Bangalore. My education is funded by a loan that looms over my head, and I know it's my responsibility to pay it off once I graduate. On top of that, I have the added burden of providing for my family. They rely on me, and I cannot afford to fail them. It's a weight that never leaves me, no matter how much hard I try to focus on my studies.
While I tried hard and stay focused on my future, my classmates and hostel mates live lives I can only dream of. I see them going on carefree shopping, hanging out with their friends, movies nights, partying, late-night adventures, traveling, and living the kind of life I can only dream about. Some of them have boyfriends who take them out for dinners, buy them gifts, and make their lives feel so effortless. I watch them from a distance, pretending it doesn't bother me, but deep inside, it does.They seem so free, laughing loudly, discussing past weeks fun, making plans for the weekend, and embracing every moment of their youth. I often sit quietly and wonder what it would feel like to live like them, even for a day. To live without calculating every rupee I spend, to not have the shadow of my family's struggles following me everywhere I go.
But my reality is different. I can't afford to indulge in those luxuries. Every rupee I have goes toward my education and It's hard to meet my basic living expenses with the bank balance. Every time I think about buying something for myself or taking a break, guilt grips me. I've always prioritised my studies and duties over anything else, but there's a part of me that aches for freedom. I long to experience the things my peers take for granted, the thrill of going out without worrying about how much it'll cost, the joy of being pampered by a boyfriend, the warmth of having someone who cares for me in a romantic way. The very thought of being reckless feels selfish when my family is waiting for me to build a better future for all of us.
Living in the hostel makes things worse. On paper our hostel is very strict. There's an enforced curfew, boys are strictly prohibited, night outs banned, and everyone is expected to maintain discipline. And rule breakers get severe punishments. But in reality, these rules are only as strict as the warden wants them to be. And the warden has his own way of bending those rules for a price. If girls are willing to cooperate and give him what he wants, the rules suddenly become negotiable. Some bribe him with cash, while others offer expensive gifts. The warden happily turns a blind eye to any rule-breaking as long as he's rewarded.
For my hostel mates, this leniency is a golden ticket to live life on their own terms. They come and go as they please, stay out all night, or even invite their boyfriends to the rooms without facing consequences. For my peers, it's an environment that fuels their carefree lifestyles. For me, it's just another reminder of what I cannot have. I watch from the sidelines, yearning for a taste of that liberation but knowing my circumstances wouldn't allow it. Every time I see someone casually break a rule and walk past the warden with a smile, I feel a sharp pang of envy and frustration. It's not just about the broken rules, it's the carefree life they embody, a life that feels so distant and unattainable for someone like me. I stay in my room most of the time, burying myself in my books, trying to focus on my goal. But there are nights when I stare at the ceiling, wondering what it would feel like to let go, to break the rules without worrying about the consequences and experience life like everyone else around me.
What pains me the most is the feeling of being stuck. After my final exams, my college requires me to fulfill a one-year bond, working in a hospital for free. The alternative is an unthinkable penalty of 5 lakh a sum that feels impossible for someone like me, who's already buried under an education loan. It feels suffocating to know that even after years of hard work, I won't be able to start earning right away. I feel like I'm caught in a trap where my dreams are always just out of reach. I crave independence, a good salary, and a life where I can support my family without feeling so much pressure.
