In rage, I grabbed my phone to call Julian. But, before I could dial his number, a random message from an unknown number beeped in my phone that made the air freeze in my lungs.
It wasn't a text, but a video.
My private intimate videos with Julian!
Another message came, then another. All same.
My private video got leaked and people were forwarding it, making it viral everywhere!
My hands began to shake violently, the phone rattling against the plastic chair arm. Before I could even register the full horror, the screen flashed with two more messages, followed by several from different unknown numbers. Each one contained the same link, the same obscene notification.
My intimate moment with Julian, a symbol of love and affection now became a moment of pleasure to everyone and I, as a person, a laughing-stock, a whore!
I didn't need to ask who had done this. Julian was the only person who had captured my intimate moments with him.