Pure Heart Tangled with Tech Pt. 02

Part 2

Innocent girl trapped by mobile app called Dream come true.

"Task 2 is ready. Complete it to earn more."

Excitement replaced my doubt. Could this app really be the answer to my problems?

Task 2: Verification - Part 1, 1500 Rs (Simple)

1. Click on "Verify" in your profile.

2. Complete the task.

3. Earn the money.

I opened my profile and saw a "Verify" button. I clicked it, and shortly after, a message popped up on the phone number I had registered. The task was to upload my picture as profile picture to the DCT app. I checked my gallery and selected a decent photo.

The moment I uploaded it, I got another notification: "1500 rupees credited to your account."

I quickly checked my bank app, and there it was another 1500 rupees added! My excitement grew, and I eagerly waited for the next task.

Task 2: Verification - Part 2, 2000 Rs (Simple)

1. Click on "Verify" in your profile.

2. Complete the task.

3. Earn the money.

This time, the "Verify" button was next to the location section in my profile. I clicked it, and a message appeared: "A parcel will be delivered to your address. Complete the task inside the parcel."

I couldn't believe how serious they seemed. After about an hour, another notification appeared: "Parcel delivered in front of your hostel building."

I froze, staring at the message. My heart started pounding as a wave of nervous energy hit me. A parcel? Outside the hostel? The thought of sneaking out terrified me. But there was also a strange feelings building inside me. I'd never done anything like this before breaking rules, sneaking out. My entire life, I had followed every regulation, every expectation, scared of the consequences if I didn't. But tonight was different. I was doing something I wasn't supposed to, and the thrill of it both terrified and excited me. As I stepped out of my room, My hands were clammy, and my heart pounded so hard I was sure it would echo through the quiet hallway. My body felt hot, and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and neck, despite the coolness of the night.

The hostel was silent. Every creak of the floor under my feet made me freeze in place, my ears straining to catch any sound of movement. By the time I reached the stairs, I was sweating more heavily. Drops of sweat trickled down from my forehead, and I wiped my palms on my night dress, trying to steady my grip on the stair railing. My armpits felt damp, and my light fabric orange top stick to my back. I held my breath as I tiptoed down the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The warden's room was dark, his door firmly shut. Still, I felt like his presence loomed over me, like he might suddenly appear and catch me. My breaths were shallow, my chest rising and falling quickly as the cool air brushed against my heated skin. I was sure my nerves were making me sweat more than usual, and I kept wiping my hands on my dress to stop them from slipping.

When I reached the entrance, I stopped, my legs trembling. The outside world seemed vast and intimidating, shrouded in darkness. I peeked around nervously, my pulse racing. Was this a mistake? Finally, I stepped outside. the night air hit me like a slap. It was refreshing but couldn't stop the warmth radiating from my body or the dampness I felt under my arms and along my back, and I shivered not from the cold, but from the weight of what I was doing. There was a small red box, just as the notification mentioned parcel sitting on the ground near the gate. It looked so ordinary, yet it felt like the most forbidden thing in the world. I hurried over to it, my hands trembling as I picked it up.

The box was light, but the moment felt heavy, like I was crossing an invisible line I could never uncross. My legs shaky and my heart hammering louder than ever. The wet patches on armpits were spreading. Sweat was now trickling down my neck and pooling in the hollow of my collarbone, and I could feel droplets forming along my spine. My underarms were sticky and uncomfortably warm. My fingers felt slick as I picked it up, and I clutched it tightly against my chest, as if afraid someone might snatch it from me. My palms were clammy, making the smooth surface of the box hard to grip. I turned back toward the hostel, moving as quickly and quietly as I could.

Every sound felt amplified, every shadow seemed like someone watching me. my hands were trembling and slick with sweat. I held it tightly against my chest, but even that felt uncomfortable as my damp skin met the cool surface of the box. My armpits were drenched now, and the sticky sensation made me cringe. I couldn't stop sweating no matter how much I tried to calm down. The dampness was spreading to my back, and I could feel drops running down my spine like tiny streams. I kept looking over my shoulder, half expecting someone to catch me or call out. When I reached the stairs, I moved even faster, praying no one would notice me. By the time I locked my room door behind me, I was out of breath, my heart still racing.

I stared at the red box on my bed, the reality of what I had just done sinking in. I had broken a rule my first rule break. For someone like me, who had lived her life in fear of making a mistake, this felt monumental. A strange mix of emotions swirled inside me guilt, excitement, fear, strangely pride and something else I couldn't name. My hands are still shaking im not sure of its because of fear or excitement. I had stepped out of the rigid boundaries I'd lived in all my life, and for a moment, I felt free. My soaked body was proof of what I'd just done, the nerves and thrill of breaking my first rule. I wasn't just sweating from fear anymore. I was alive, really alive, for the first time.

I opened the box with trembling hands, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I did. I realized this wasn't just about the money anymore. It was about stepping out of my comfort zone, about daring to dream and take risks, even if it terrified me. For the first time, I felt truly alive like I was experiencing the youth I had always denied myself. This was more than just a step out of my comfort zone, it was a leap into a world I had never dared to explore, a chance to change everything. Inside was a piece of paper with instructions:

"A video of yourself introducing who you are and explaining your dreams you need to fullfill, and upload in the DCT app."

A notification of showing timer was already ticking in the app, showing I had limited time to complete the task. Just began soon after i finish reading that paper. I have no idea how they know i have box and i read task. There was no time to change my dress or freshen up. My top was drench with sweat, sticking to my whole body belly, back and underarms, but I had no choice. I wiped my face, trying to steady myself, and set up my phone. Without hesitating, I began recording.

"Hi, my name is Gayatri.(Introduction Blah blah) I dream of buying a small house for my parents, seeing them smile without stress or fear of the future. But honestly... my dreams don't stop there. I've spent my whole life being responsible, sacrificing my own happiness and desires. Deep down, I dream of a life where I can finally feel free. I want to explore the world, experience new things, and live the kind of life I've only seen in movies or heard about from others. I don't know if this app is real or not, but I'm here because I'm willing to take risks for my dreams. If there's even a small chance that I can change my life and my family's life through this, I'm ready to try. Thank you for this opportunity, and I hope to make my dreams come true."

I upload it in DCT app. After 15 mins i got notification of 2000 rs. And i check in app for more task. But there is some new things appears.

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