She had gifted Diya that tiny air purifier last Diwali. It sat on the windowsill, right next to the lens—a lens no bigger than a grain of rice, hidden inside a USB charger. Someone had been in their room. Someone had planted it.
The chat turned to her.
It started with a forwarded message from an unknown number: “Real-time cams. Unfiltered. Link expires in 1 hour.” Ipcam Telegram Group