It was a typical day living in the hostel. I woke up at 6:30 am and checked my phone to see if I had any matches on dating apps, but as usual, there were none. I got out of bed, grabbed my toothbrush, and put on my headphones. I started listening to music while walking around the room, trying to remember why I broke up with my last girlfriend. I recalled that she wasn't rich, and I wondered if I would find someone new soon.
As I brushed my teeth and listened to music, I suddenly heard a notification, but I thought it was just a girl saying good morning, so I ignored it. After finishing brushing my teeth, I drank some water, grabbed a towel, and took off my headphones. I put the music on the speaker and headed to the bathroom to take a shower while still listening to music.
However, I started getting notifications that interrupted the music, and I became annoyed. I washed myself quickly, took my phone, and checked who was messaging me non-stop. I saw that it was a girl from Tinder and opened the app. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I quickly dried myself with a towel, put on a shirt and pants, grabbed my bag, and ran to college. I was late and forgot to dry my hair, so I was running while drying my hair with my hands. Since it was sunny, I didn't need a towel to dry my hair.
While I was running, a couple of girls were staring at me, but in reality, I am not attractive. This is just a fictional story, and I want to clarify that I am not good looking. When I arrived at class with semi-dried hair, I was late, but because I was the favorite student of the professor, she let me in. While I was going to my seat, every single girl was looking at me because of my semi-dried hair.
My friend commented that I was looking great, but my best friend came to my seat and asked, "Who is that girl?" in Hindi. I opened my phone while the professor was teaching the class and showed him her pictures and our chats. The first thing he said was, "Finally, you got a rich one, and she's into you."
As the class was going on, I kept talking with her. She kept complimenting me, saying things like "You're so cute, totally my type. I don't want to lose you. Please keep talking to me." Seeing how desperate she was to get with me, I decided to use it to my advantage and make her emotionally attached to me. I promised her that I would keep putting in effort and that I would never leave her, and she believed me.
When the classes were over, I didn't talk to anyone and just ran to my room because I had my plans. I needed to give her all the attention she wanted, make her emotionally attached to me, and even if I ignored her for days, she would still come back to me because she was addicted to talking to me, more like addicted to my words.
After returning to my room, I gave her a call. As we chatted, she asked me about my college and what I was studying. While we talked, I also changed my clothes, and she asked what I was doing. I replied that I was changing and invited her over to help, to which she agreed. She then asked me what I enjoyed doing in my free time, and I told her I liked writing and watching anime, reading manga, and manhwa. She then asked me to show her one of my poems, and I sent her the most emotional one I had ever written. After reading it, she started crying and asked me if it was based on a true story. I replied that it was inspired by my experiences, as it was about a guy who fell in love with a manipulative girl who used and left him. She came into his life when he was at his lowest point and was filled with emotion. Although it was not entirely true, I wanted her to believe that I was a good guy whom she could trust. She then told me that she would never do something like that to me.
After changing, we continued to chat about our past and what we were like in real life. I learned that she did not have many friends because most of the people around her only used her for her wealth. Feeling that I had an advantage, I manipulated her emotions and made her feel like I truly cared about her and loved her deeply. I then asked her why she was on Tinder when she could easily find better, richer guys in real life. She replied that most of the men she met only used her for her wealth, and she believed that I was genuine because I appeared innocent. I silently thanked God for making me look that way.
