Life after college was supposed to be about chasing dreams, and for a while, it felt like it was. At 23, I was living at home in Mumbai, working a part-time gig as an event assistant, and collaborating with friends on a short film – my screenwriting degree finally put to use. There was a haze of youthful abandon, often fueled by late-night sessions with friends, sharing stories and joints. It felt like I was on the cusp of something big, creatively at least. But beneath the surface, there was a secret life, a habit I’d picked up back in 2020 and couldn’t seem to shake.
I’m 23, He’s 42: Can I Ever Stop Leading Him On?
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