It all started innocently enough, just a few months ago. I was fresh out of college, eager for my first corporate internship, and that’s where Swati di stepped in. A distant relative, she’d pulled some strings to get me a position at her company. Her family, who live in the same city, always treated me like their own – a younger brother, doted upon and cared for. Swati di herself was a mentor to me, someone I deeply respected. We shared work, ate tiffin together, and our friendship felt solid, normal, familial. I always called her “di” out of genuine respect for her age and position.
My Didi Trapped Me: Blackmailed by a Relative After a Heartbreaking Confession
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