Social media can sneak into your life and become part of your relationships, whether you want it to or not. Most of the time, it feels harmless—just cute pictures and updates for friends and family. But sometimes, things can take an unexpected turn.
Mark and I had been together for almost a year. He was honestly the perfect boyfriend—sweet, caring, and always making me laugh, whether we were hiking or just lounging on the couch. I felt so lucky to have him, so I decided it was time to make things official on Facebook.
We were on a hiking trail one afternoon when we took a cute picture together, smiling with the sun shining behind us. “Just me and my favorite person on our latest adventure!” I captioned it, adding a couple of heart emojis. I felt excited to share a bit of our happiness with everyone.
Then, ten minutes later, I received a notification that made my stomach drop. It wasn’t a like or a comment. It was a message that read: “YOU MUST RUN FROM HIM. NOW.”
I stared at my phone, my heart racing. Who would send something like that? I clicked on the profile, hoping to find some clue, but there was nothing—no info, no pictures, just a blank page. The message itself was scary enough, but this? It felt like a ghost had sent it.
I glanced at Mark, who was busy tossing our backpacks into the car, completely unaware of the turmoil inside me. Should I tell him?
My mind raced, and before I could fully process it, another message popped up: “Don’t tell Mark anything. Listen carefully. Smile, don’t be aggressive with him. You don’t know what he’s capable of. You got it?”
I felt the blood drain from my face. What was going on? Who was sending these messages? And why were they so sure I was in danger? I couldn’t help but glance at Mark, who was still happily loading our things, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my head.
I tried to brush it off, thinking maybe I was just overreacting. But the way he watched me sent chills down my spine. It felt like he was looking right through me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being judged or analyzed.
One evening, I decided to confront him. “Mark, is something bothering you? You’ve been acting a bit different lately.”
He looked surprised, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine. Just deep in thought, I guess.”
I wanted to believe him, but the tension lingered. The messages still haunted me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was missing something important. I felt stuck between trusting Mark and the nagging fear from that mysterious message.
I felt a wave of panic wash over me. The idea of meeting a stranger, especially one who seemed to know things about Mark, made my stomach churn. But the promise of “evidence” was tempting. I had to find out more.
After a long debate in my head, I decided to go. I texted Mark, saying I had a last-minute meeting with a friend. He seemed a bit disappointed but accepted my excuse without questioning it further.
The next day, I arrived at Bayou Bakery, my heart racing. I scanned the room for anyone suspicious but only saw the usual patrons enjoying their coffee. Then, a figure in a hoodie caught my eye. They waved me over, and I hesitated before approaching.
“You’re here,” they said, their voice low. “I have something you need to see.”
“I’m meeting my mom for lunch tomorrow,” I said casually over breakfast, trying not to let my voice tremble.
Mark didn’t look up from his coffee right away. “Really? You didn’t mention it before.”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied quickly, my heart racing. “She called last night. Last minute thing.”
Mark finally met my eyes, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he said slowly.
I tried to focus on my coffee, but all I could feel was the weight of his gaze as if he was trying to see straight through me.
I felt a mix of relief and dread. “What do you mean, weird?”
He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “You’ve been distant lately, and I could feel something was off. Then I saw the messages. I thought they were a prank or something, but now… I’m not so sure.”
My heart raced. “You saw the messages?”
He nodded again, looking worried. “I didn’t mean to snoop, but I noticed your phone lighting up at weird times. I read a couple of them, and they sounded serious. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I don’t know if I’m okay. Someone is telling me to run from you. They say there’s something I should be worried about.”
His expression shifted to one of concern. “What? Who is it?”
I glanced around the bakery, feeling the weight of the situation. “I don’t know. Just an anonymous account. They said to meet them here to see some evidence.”
He frowned, clearly conflicted. “We need to figure this out together. You shouldn’t be meeting anyone alone.”
I nodded, appreciating his concern, but uncertainty still hung in the air. “But what if it’s true? What if there’s something I don’t know about you?”
He reached out, taking my hand. “You need to trust me. Let’s find out what this is really about.”
Just then, I noticed the hooded figure watching us from across the room, their eyes fixed on us. My heart sank as I realized the situation was more complicated than I had ever imagined.
I blinked in surprise. “Andrew? What are you doing here?”
He chuckled, completely oblivious to the tension in the air. “Just thought I’d join you guys! I heard about the big mystery and wanted in on the action.”
Mark and I exchanged glances, both clearly unsettled. “What mystery?” Mark asked, his tone a mix of confusion and annoyance.
Andrew waved it off with a grin. “Oh, you know, the drama with the messages. Everyone’s talking about it. Figured I’d come see what the fuss was all about.”
I felt my stomach drop. “Everyone? What do you mean?”
He leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “I mean, you two have been the topic of conversation. People are worried about you. They think something’s going on.”
Mark’s expression hardened. “And why are people talking about us? Who told you?”
Andrew shrugged, still smiling. “Just some friends. You know how it goes. Gossip spreads like wildfire.”
My mind raced. If Andrew knew, then so did others. What was happening? “Do you know who sent the messages?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
“No idea,” Andrew replied, still casual. “But I think it’s just some prank. People love stirring the pot.”
Mark’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a joke, Andrew. We’ve been getting messages that are seriously concerning.”
Suddenly, Andrew’s demeanor shifted. “Wait, you’re serious? You both got messages?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling frustrated. “And they’re not just funny texts. They’re telling us to run from each other!”
Andrew leaned in closer, his expression turning serious. “Okay, that’s not cool. We need to figure this out, then.”
I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. With Andrew now in the loop, I hoped we could get to the bottom of this madness together. But deep down, I still felt a chill creeping up my spine. Who was behind all of this, and what did they really want?
Andrew raised his hands, trying to calm us down. “Alright, maybe I pushed it a bit. But listen, Ellie and Mark, instead of talking to each other, you both went off following some anonymous messages. What does that say about your relationship?”
I looked at Mark, and he seemed just as angry as I was. But I could see something else in his eyes—a hint of uncomfortable truth. Andrew had a point, even if it stung to hear it.
We had let outside voices influence us instead of trusting each other. It felt like a crack was forming in our relationship, and I didn’t like it at all.
Mark finally spoke, his voice low. “He’s right. We should have talked first.”
I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I guess we let fear take over instead of communicating.”
Andrew watched us, his expression softening. “Look, I didn’t mean to make it worse. I just want you both to be happy. You care about each other, right?”
“Of course we do,” Mark said firmly, but I could see the doubt lingering in his eyes.
We all sat in silence for a moment, the seriousness of the situation sinking in. I realized we needed to focus on rebuilding trust. “How do we fix this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Andrew shrugged. “Start by being honest with each other. Don’t let other people or random messages dictate your feelings.”
Mark took a deep breath. “Yeah, we need to talk about everything, including these weird messages.”
I agreed, feeling a sense of determination. It was time to confront the truth together and stop letting outside forces interfere. We had to trust each other again, no matter how hard it might be.
When Mark and I left the bakery, we didn’t say much at first. The shock of everything that happened was still settling in, and I felt the weight of the situation.
Finally, I broke the silence. “Do you think Andrew is right?”
Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I hate to say it, but maybe. We didn’t talk to each other. We let those anonymous messages get to us.”
We both understood that trust is something we can’t take for granted. Even though Andrew’s prank was cruel, it taught us an important lesson. The only way to keep our relationship strong was to face our fears and doubts together.
I looked at Mark, feeling a mix of determination and relief. “We need to be open with each other from now on.”
“Absolutely,” he agreed. “No more letting outside messages influence us. We need to trust our instincts and each other.”
As we walked, I felt a sense of hope. We were ready to rebuild our connection and focus on what really mattered. Together, we could overcome anything.
The True Reason Why an Indian Man Has Been Holding His Arm Up Since 1973
“I don’t ask for much,” said this man who has held his arm up for 50 years now. We were deeply amazed by his extraordinary gesture, and upon discovering the real purpose behind it, we couldn’t help but eagerly share his story with our beloved readers.
Meet Amar Bharati.
A devoted Indian ascetic by the name of Amar Bharati has been tirelessly advocating for world peace for 50 years, all the while maintaining a remarkable gesture of raising his right hand in the air without ever lowering it.
A sadhu, which is a revered religious ascetic or holy individual in Hinduism (and occasionally in Buddhism and Jainism), is someone who has willingly renounced all worldly desires.
Mr. Bharati, previously a married man with three children who worked as a clerk in New Delhi, made a life-altering decision in 1970 when he resigned from his job and parted ways with his family and friends. His profound commitment led him to dedicate his existence to Shiva, one of the central deities of Hinduism, often referred to as “the primordial yogi.”
Next, he conceived a gesture that would become universally recognized.
Starting in 1973, he began raising his arm as a profound symbol of his unwavering devotion and as a powerful statement to actively advocate for peace and oppose conflicts worldwide. In his unconditional commitment, he endured excruciating pain for two long years, resulting in his arm losing all sensation and the muscles therein wasting away.
Indian sadhus frequently embark on the most rigorous forms of penance, demanding exceptional self-discipline, all in the pursuit of attaining liberation and enlightenment, referred to as Moksha in the Indian spiritual context.
Today, Bharati’s arm stands as a testament to his enduring resolve. It has become a mere skeletal structure, and his once-nails have transformed into spiraling claws.
In a candid interview, the wise sadhu shared his heartfelt message, saying, “I do not ask for much. Why are we fighting our sons among ourselves? Why is there so much hatred and enmity between us? I just want all Indians and the whole world to live in peace with each other.”
One can only fathom the immense pain he must have endured throughout his incredible journey. It is precisely these acts of extreme self-discipline and the underlying motivations behind them that have piqued the interest of individuals outside of India, even drawing the attention of historical figures such as Alexander the Great.
Mr. Amar has adapted to life with his raised arm.
He lives as if his arm is missing, using his other hand for everything, like eating, getting dressed, and bathing. Although it’s not easy, Amar firmly believes that this way of life brings him closer to Shiva and encourages people to think about being more peaceful in their daily routines.
“If you try to lower Bharati’s hand you will cause him real pain, not physical but spiritual, for he believes that his eternal salute does indeed promote world peace,” one of his acquaintances explained. Another individual addressed the practical aspect, pointing out that there’s a physical challenge as well. The cartilage in his elbow has dried out, making any attempt to move his arm a potential risk to his joint.
in his devoted pursuit of peace.
Before you go, make sure to read another article where we explain why rocking a peace sign in your photos can put you in danger.
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