Part 4
Innocent Girl Trapped by Mobile App Called Dream Come True
Task 4:
Earn 2500 Rupees
1. Provide Facebook username and password
2. Post a picture with a quote on Facebook:
"I love my body shape."
The quote should be bold.
3. Share that post in DCT app.
4. Keep the post up at least for 12 hours.
5. Earn 2500 rupees.
My heart pounded as I read the task details. Giving my Facebook password? That felt too personal, a line I wasn't sure I wanted to cross. But then I reminded myself, it was just a new account, barely used, created to ease my loneliness and boredom. No deep secrets, no personal memories, just a handful of college friends and no one from my hometown or family. There was nothing on Facebook worth protecting, nothing to lose. And ₹2500 was a lot of money, more than I could ignore. I felt uneasy at first; I'd never even uploaded a photo on Facebook before, and the idea prickled my nerves. But the money was so tempting, whispering promises of relief from my constant financial strain. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, I thought, hoping no one would notice the post since my account was new with so few friends. Before I could overthink it, my fingers moved on their own, typing my username and password into the DCT app.
A second thought hit me, the likes and comments from my last task flashed in my mind. Why not post a picture like that again, sweaty and raw? Should I take one now? My eyes flicked to the mirror: messy hair, damp clothes sticking to my skin, flushed cheeks glowing with nervous energy. Would it be bolder to post as I was? The idea sent a shiver of excitement through me, a thrill that made my pulse race, but something held me back, a flicker of the old me, cautious and modest, tugging at my conscience.
Instead, I turned to my wardrobe and pulled out a red salwar kameez, modest, comfortable, familiar. I'd always dressed conservatively: long sleeves, high necklines, even my nightwear was sleeved loose tops, gowns, and full-length pajamas. I wanted to look presentable yet feel at ease. But I was too sweaty to slip into something as nice as this salwar without cleaning up first. So, with the salwar and a towel in hand, I headed to the bathroom, the excitement building so much that I'd been holding my pee for what felt like forever. As soon as I reached the toilet, I frantically tugged down my pants and panties, my body trembling, every muscle taut from holding it in so long. The second I sat, I couldn't hold back, a warm, rushing flood burst out of me, hitting the water with a quiet splash. Oh god, the relief, it was like every tight, twisted knot inside me unraveled at once. My whole body sighed, the ache dissolving into sweet release. I was lost in the pure bliss of letting go.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes, standing naked now, and caught my reflection in the mirror. My skin glistened, slick with sweat, every curve shining under the bathroom light. I couldn't help it, a proud smile spread across my face. All this sweat, this wildness, was proof of my nerve, my boldness. What was pushing me into these crazy moments, these little adventures that left me breathless and grinning? I took a quick bath, letting the cool water wash away the stickiness, refreshing me from head to toe. Back in my room, I styled my hair quickly, still a little wet since I didn't have a hairdryer, and applied a light touch of makeup, nothing fancy, just enough to look fresh.
I took a few pictures and chose the one that made me feel good. The red salwar kameez was modest, long sleeves, high neckline, my dupatta draped over my chest. I added the quote: