I met this Punjabi girl on a dating app in Mumbai. Initially, I wasn’t even interested, but she chased me kept saying I was “different” just because I didn’t start with cheap pickup lines. She told me she was single and had just broken up with her boyfriend. I gave it time. Three months later, we were officially a couple. I trusted her blindly. She claimed to work in Dubai and said she might return, but I believed her because she kept “testing” my love like it was some game.
And then came the bomb she was ALREADY married. Not only married, but she’d left her Gujarati husband, filed for divorce, and slapped him with false allegations of affairs and abuse. I was stunned. I had never even been in a serious relationship before, and here I was, giving my heart to someone who played me like a pawn. Still, I gave her a chance. She said her past was “traumatic.” Turns out, she filed for massive alimony, got the poor guy arrested, and cooked up lie after lie against his entire family.
I was horrified. She’d even lied about never being married something I only found out months into our relationship. And guess what? Because I was Gujarati too, she would insult Gujaratis all the time implying I was no better than the husband she was destroying in court. Emotionally, sexually, financially she used me. She never saw a future with me. She just wanted a puppet for her live in fantasy while her real mess played out in the background.
Her entire circle was full of divorced, drama driven people some of whom proudly discussed their extramarital affairs like achievements. That’s when I found out the sickest part: she and her brother had plotted the entire thing with one of her married girlfriends. I was nothing but a rebound. A tool. A filler boyfriend until she healed from her divorce. We fought endlessly, yet I stayed because I was in love, and she knew it. Then her husband filed a case against her. Instead of facing consequences, she HID.
She dragged me to a friend’s place where she was hiding from the police. That’s when I saw it all black magic rituals, bizarre symbols, and the most disturbing stuff I’ve ever seen. She used me for sex, support, and survival. Eventually, after a brutal argument, she vanished. Ghosted. Months later, I saw her again arguing with her brother in a café, like nothing had happened. That day, it finally hit me. I wasn’t her partner. I was her revenge story against her ex husband.
A whole year wasted. A whole year of manipulation, fake love, trauma, and scars. I don’t think I’ll ever love again. I gave her my loyalty, my empathy, my everything. She gave me lies, betrayal, and trauma.
Question: Dating apps are a scam?
Option 1: Yes
Option 2: No