The chat turned to her.
She knew she shouldn’t click it. But curiosity—the cheap, electric kind—won. The link opened Telegram, and she was inside a group simply titled: Ipcam Telegram Group
Ahana’s hands shook. She recognized the poster— Dil Chahta Hai . She recognized the water bottle—a local brand from her own college canteen. And then the girl turned her head slightly, and Ahana’s blood froze. The chat turned to her
From the living room, her mother’s voice called out: “Beta, are you still awake?” The camera in the hallway—the one for “security”—panned silently toward the sound. electric kind—won. The link opened Telegram
She scrolled down.