Into this ancient tapestry of faith steps Chunmun Singh. His lure isn't divine, but digital: a free WiFi network, its signal a silent, invisible net cast over the faithful. This modern-day bhandara enables his man-in-the-middle attacks, his laptop screen glowing a soft blue in the shadows as it intercepts the digital whispers of the crowd. The unencrypted data-chats flashing green on his monitor, desperate Google searches in stark white boxes, the bright red alerts of banking app logs-forms the backbone of his "miracles."
This data is fed into an AI tool, its algorithms a silent, processing whir that analyzes patterns, generating probabilistic forecasts cloaked in the mystical language of astrology. Each chapter spotlights one woman, her face illuminated by the flickering diyas of the platform, her voice trembling as she speaks of in-law conflicts, financial instability, or marital strains. Chunmun's revelations, sounding like divine prophecy, stun them into fervent adoration. Their responses are a rush of sensation: the warmth of their desperate hugs, the scent of their coconut oil and jasmine-scented hair, the wet, emotional touch of kisses on his hands and feet.
But Chunmun, a man accustomed to the cool, blue glow of a monitor and the quiet tap-tap-tap of a keyboard, crumbles. The introverted hacker recoils from the heat of their bodies, the intensity of their gazes, the loud, piercing sounds of their devotion. This sensory overload foreshadows his abrupt departure, leaving a vortex of exposed secrets and unfulfilled promises echoing in the dusty, sun-drenched ashram courtyard.
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