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shirt, and then slipped out of his trackpants. His torso was sufficiently ripped and
shaved but his legs were Amazonian-level hairy. He asked Aranya if she wanted
him to take his briefs off and before Aranya could type, he started. He slipped

them off slowly. Not that the suspense was killing Aranya really.
Aranya squinted as Sameer proudly took his semi-hard king-prawn-like
member in his palm and started flapping it around, stroking it, pointing it

towards the web camera.
SAMEER
Do you like this? You do, don’t you?

It was hilarious. Sameer kept stroking it till it was hard. Then he took his
hands off it, placed them behind his head, and moved his penis back and forth
like it was a party trick. By this time, Aranya was disgusted enough to change

tabs. She watched a compilation of cute puppy videos on YouTube, and realized
how easy life is for little puppies. No one says, hey, look, that’s a hideous puppy.
And though the moving images of a crooked dick on her laptop made her feel

sick and queasy, she felt desirable for a change. At least someone in the world
would give her a second look, want her, in whichever way it might be.
SAMEER

I want to see you naked.
‘No, you don’t, jerk! Even I don’t want to see myself naked,’ thought Aranya.

She then told him that her parents were knocking on the door.
ARANYA
OH MY GOD! THEY ARE HERE . . .
I HAVE TO GO!

She signed out. It wasn’t the first time Aranya had done this. She closed her
laptop and gently tapped her head on it, cursing herself, almost in tears. Why?

Why does she do this?
Her begging for validation from a complete stranger wasn’t too different from
her classmates wanting their pictures to be liked and commented on. And if she
had a face worth a second look, probably twenty likes on a selfie would have

sufficed her need for acceptance as well.
Aranya stood in front of the mirror, turned her head from side to side,

inspected herself, found herself crying and with the same schizophrenic, self-
pitying argument running in her head again.
Why do you do this? Why? You don’t need validation from others to tell me