Her stomach turned. These weren’t actors. These were people living their ugly, beautiful, boring lives, unaware that 43,000 strangers were watching them floss, cry, feed their cats, and undress.
It was her roommate, Diya.
She had gifted Diya that tiny air purifier last Diwali. It sat on the windowsill, right next to the lens—a lens no bigger than a grain of rice, hidden inside a USB charger. Someone had been in their room. Someone had planted it. Ipcam Telegram Group
The group had 43,000 members. The admin, a ghost named @Scope_View, pinned a message: “New IPCams added daily. Living rooms, kitchens, bedrooms. No re-uploads. Fresh feed only.” Her stomach turned
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: It was her roommate, Diya
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.
She scrolled down.