[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Ra_Bies XXX [@Ra_Bies](/creator/twitter/Ra_Bies) on x 223.8K followers Created: 2025-07-12 15:00:39 UTC CROSSROADS OF DESIRE Arvind Jha drives his white Maruti Dzire through Delhi’s crowded streets, blending into the daily surge of commuters. At 27, he is lean, strong, and unremarkable in appearance, but his steady gaze reveals a man who has endured hardship. Five years ago, he left Saharsa, a small town in Bihar, with a graduation certificate and no prospects, seeking a better life in Delhi. Now he lives alone in a modest room in Laxmi Nagar, furnished with an iron bed, a creaky fan, a plastic chair and a faded photograph of his mother. Every month, he sends money home to his aging father and younger sisters, who depend on him. As he ferries passengers around the city, Arvind listens to their laughter, secrets, and fleeting moments of affection. He often drops couples at hotels in Paharganj or Patel Nagar and marvels at their freedom, their lives seemingly effortless compared to his own. One lonely night, Arvind downloads a dating app about which he had heard from his passengers. He creates a profile under his real name, lists his job as logistics and uploads a candid photo taken near India Gate. He matches with women, exchanges greetings, but never meets anyone, afraid they will discover he is only a cab driver. One evening waiting at Connaught Place, he matches with Shweta. Her profile is simple, her round face, expressive eyes and warm smile captivating him. Their chats begin light, then grow intimate. Shweta asks, “What do you do, Arvind?” He answers, “I work in logistics. You?” She says, “Advertisement division, private company. It’s boring. Are you single?” He replies, “Yes. Are you?” She says, “Same. Want to meet?” Surprised by her directness, he agrees. They meet at DPaul’s, a small eating joint on Janpath. Shweta waits in a bright yellow T-shirt and jeans, her dusky skin glowing in the afternoon sun. She is fuller figured, her shoulder-length hair framing her face, her eyes sparkling with warmth and curiosity. Arvind finds her sweet and attractive. As they sit, Arvind asks, “Are you nervous?” Shweta lowers her eyes and smiles, silent. The gesture, her lashes brushing her cheeks, the gentle curve of her lips, mesmerizes him. They meet often over the next weeks, sharing coffee at Janpath, strolling through Lodhi Garden, eating samosas at Sarojini Market. Their conversations deepen, revealing hopes, fears and loneliness. One day, Arvind confesses, “Shweta, I drive a cab. I was afraid to tell you.” Shweta laughs, reassuring. “I lied too. I work in a call centre, not advertising. My family in Lucknow stopped talking to me. They think I am too independent.” Arvind smiles, relieved. “I want us to be honest.” She squeezes his hand. “We already are.” Their bond grows, hesitant at first, then bold. They talk about money, about how every rupee slips away. Arvind tells of sending money home for his father’s medicines and sisters’ education. Shweta shares her struggles with hostel rent and daily expenses. They wonder if life will always be this hard. One night, after making love on a thin mattress in his friend Ajay’s flat, Shweta whispers, “Let’s find a way to get rich.” Arvind asks, “How?” She smiles, “The dating app is my plan. Trust me.” Shweta’s plan is simple but dangerous. She meets wealthy, vulnerable married men from the app, men with reputations to protect. Before each meeting, Arvind researches the targets, tracking their routines, confirming their wealth and marital status. Only then does Shweta meet them. Their first target, Harpreet Singh, a textile trader, meets Shweta at a hotel in Aerocity. She records the encounter. The next day, Harpreet receives a threatening call and pays ten lakh rupees. Their second target, Ramesh, a builder, is caught in the same trap. They extract fifteen lakh rupees. The third, Anil Khanna, a jeweller, pays twelve lakh rupees to keep quiet. 1/2 XXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [bihar](/topic/bihar) [Post Link](https://x.com/Ra_Bies/status/1944049270606508275)
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Ra_Bies XXX @Ra_Bies on x 223.8K followers
Created: 2025-07-12 15:00:39 UTC
CROSSROADS OF DESIRE
Arvind Jha drives his white Maruti Dzire through Delhi’s crowded streets, blending into the daily surge of commuters. At 27, he is lean, strong, and unremarkable in appearance, but his steady gaze reveals a man who has endured hardship. Five years ago, he left Saharsa, a small town in Bihar, with a graduation certificate and no prospects, seeking a better life in Delhi. Now he lives alone in a modest room in Laxmi Nagar, furnished with an iron bed, a creaky fan, a plastic chair and a faded photograph of his mother. Every month, he sends money home to his aging father and younger sisters, who depend on him.
As he ferries passengers around the city, Arvind listens to their laughter, secrets, and fleeting moments of affection. He often drops couples at hotels in Paharganj or Patel Nagar and marvels at their freedom, their lives seemingly effortless compared to his own.
One lonely night, Arvind downloads a dating app about which he had heard from his passengers. He creates a profile under his real name, lists his job as logistics and uploads a candid photo taken near India Gate. He matches with women, exchanges greetings, but never meets anyone, afraid they will discover he is only a cab driver.
One evening waiting at Connaught Place, he matches with Shweta. Her profile is simple, her round face, expressive eyes and warm smile captivating him. Their chats begin light, then grow intimate.
Shweta asks, “What do you do, Arvind?” He answers, “I work in logistics. You?” She says, “Advertisement division, private company. It’s boring. Are you single?” He replies, “Yes. Are you?” She says, “Same. Want to meet?”
Surprised by her directness, he agrees. They meet at DPaul’s, a small eating joint on Janpath. Shweta waits in a bright yellow T-shirt and jeans, her dusky skin glowing in the afternoon sun. She is fuller figured, her shoulder-length hair framing her face, her eyes sparkling with warmth and curiosity. Arvind finds her sweet and attractive.
As they sit, Arvind asks, “Are you nervous?” Shweta lowers her eyes and smiles, silent. The gesture, her lashes brushing her cheeks, the gentle curve of her lips, mesmerizes him.
They meet often over the next weeks, sharing coffee at Janpath, strolling through Lodhi Garden, eating samosas at Sarojini Market. Their conversations deepen, revealing hopes, fears and loneliness. One day, Arvind confesses, “Shweta, I drive a cab. I was afraid to tell you.” Shweta laughs, reassuring. “I lied too. I work in a call centre, not advertising. My family in Lucknow stopped talking to me. They think I am too independent.” Arvind smiles, relieved. “I want us to be honest.” She squeezes his hand. “We already are.”
Their bond grows, hesitant at first, then bold. They talk about money, about how every rupee slips away. Arvind tells of sending money home for his father’s medicines and sisters’ education. Shweta shares her struggles with hostel rent and daily expenses. They wonder if life will always be this hard.
One night, after making love on a thin mattress in his friend Ajay’s flat, Shweta whispers, “Let’s find a way to get rich.” Arvind asks, “How?” She smiles, “The dating app is my plan. Trust me.” Shweta’s plan is simple but dangerous. She meets wealthy, vulnerable married men from the app, men with reputations to protect. Before each meeting, Arvind researches the targets, tracking their routines, confirming their wealth and marital status. Only then does Shweta meet them.
Their first target, Harpreet Singh, a textile trader, meets Shweta at a hotel in Aerocity. She records the encounter. The next day, Harpreet receives a threatening call and pays ten lakh rupees.
Their second target, Ramesh, a builder, is caught in the same trap. They extract fifteen lakh rupees.
The third, Anil Khanna, a jeweller, pays twelve lakh rupees to keep quiet.
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