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“So tell me, Ramesh… who caught whom?”

Meera’s heart didn’t race with fear. It raced with fury. She stood up slowly, brushing the dirt off her knees. desi caught outdoor

“You think this is your catch?” she asked, holding up the blinking camera. “This has been recording for three hours. While you were filming me, it was filming you — following me from the bus stop, hiding behind the neem tree, licking your lips every time I bent to pick up firewood for my grandmother.” “So tell me, Ramesh… who caught whom

His smile faltered.

She knelt, her cotton dupatta trailing in the dust. Her fingers pried loose a small, outdated spy camera — the kind sold at railway station stalls. Its red light was still blinking. “So tell me