Chapter 76: Hacking Into Cousin’s Phone
Rohit grinned as the mail notification popped up.
Inside was a link that generated an APK. The mont he clicked it, a virtual model of Aisha’s phone appeared on his screen, ready for remote access.
The trap had worked perfectly. The mail was triggered the instant Aisha joined the Zoom call, her phone shared all permissions, granting full access. Her phone was wide open—and she had no idea.
A simulation of a OnePlus Nord CE5 appeared, its user status glowing online. That status ant Aisha was active, though the preview was locked on the ho screen. This setup allowed Rohit to access her phone in parallel without interrupting her usage.
His pointer hovered over the gallery icon, but he paused. Instead, he clicked over to her ssages first.
"Nice," he muttered with a crooked grin. "Let’s see what secrets you’re hiding, my dear cousin."
Rohit opened WhatsApp and skimd through Aisha’s chats. The first thing instantly he discovered was saving her own mother’s na as bitch. It showed quite the animosity they had in between them. Licking his lips, he tapped on the conversation.
Almost instantly, the pieces fell into place. Her parents were planning to visit in a few days, worried that Rohit’s growing prominence might overshadow their standing with the family matriarch. Aisha had been instructed to sabotage him, to sar his image and delay, if not completely derail, his visit to the patriarch’s house for the upcoming banquet.
[Mom-bitch: Make sure he doesn’t get too comfortable. The old man is already asking about him.
Aisha: I’m handling it. Tanya almost blew it yesterday, but I’ve got her on a leash.
Mom-bitch: Good. Keep feeding
updates. And don’t let him near the banquet papers. We need that signature first.
Aisha: There is sothing more I have to add. He acts quiet weird and is over sentintal to aunty.
Mom-bitch: That’s pretty normal. Let him be.
Aisha: No, you don’t get it. He literally threatened us both over saying we will regret it. I don’t feel good about it, Mom.
Mom-bitch: Hmm, don’t worry. We are coming tomorrow. Just stay alert.
Aisha: Also, there is one more thing.
Mom-bitch: What?
Aisha: The money I asked for? I really need it one last ti. I swear it is for...
Mom-bitch: We will talk tomorrow. Bye.]
Scrolling further, Rohit’s jaw tightened. Every little thing he and the others did had been reported back to her mother, who, in turn, filled Aisha’s head with venomous sches. And what the deal with banquet papers? signature?
"I knew it," Rohit muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing at the screen. "She’s the mastermind... fucking snake. And that aunt of mine, she’s indeed a real bitch."
As he scrolled further, his frown deepened. Aisha had recently been asking her mother for more money, but each request was brushed aside. The excuses were vague, almost evasive.
He switched to her default SMS inbox. The loan notifications were brutal—overdue alerts, penalty interest compounding daily, collection agency threats. She’d borrowed 12 lakhs at 18% p.a. to "invest" in a "guaranteed" crypto pump-and-dump sche recomnded by one of her simp followers. The wallet screenshots showed the truth: All zeroed out in under forty-eight hours after purchase date.
A slow grin spread across his face. At last, he had found a lead.
Rohit switched back to WhatsApp, skimming through more chats.
A few made him chuckle. So of the schoolboys—pathetic simps—were still proposing to her, offering favors just for the chance at a simple lunch together.
Then there were the girls, so-called delinquents who played tough in public but acted like her lackeys in private. They even shared bikini pictures as a kind of tribute, their way of showing "respect" to their queen. Rohit shook his head, grinning at how ridiculous it all looked.
He skipped over the group chats, which were nothing but toxic roasts and petty hate against classmates.
But then his eyes froze on one particular thread—Victor.
[Victor: You think you can ghost
after that last show? I still have the recording. Full 4K.
Aisha: I paid you back, jerk. Leave
alone.
Victor: You paid half. I want my personal appearance, or I send it to Tanya. And your mother. And the whole fucking school.
Aisha: You’re her boyfriend. Why are you doing this?
Victor: Because she’s boring. You’re... entertaining. I like the way you twerk.
Aisha: Fuck off! I don’t fear you. I am not that kind of girl.
Victor: Don’t be so hasty, princess. I am not asking for a relationship. We both can appear in masks. Think about it. Next Saturday is the date, and here is the address link XXX.
Victor: Sa ti. Don’t make
remind you, or else...]
Victor even referenced an email as proof, using it as leverage and warning her not to breathe a word to anyone.
Rohit leaned back, eyes narrowing. He felt a surge of curiosity. Before opening the mail, he clicked on the gallery.
Thumbnails cascaded like a guilty confession. Cosplay sets (cute but calculated), gym mirror selfies (thirst traps with perfect angles), and then the locked folder—password-protected, but Lisa had already brute-forced the four-digit PIN in under three seconds (her birthday, predictably).
Inside was the side of real Aisha.
His smirk vanished as he opened the first video.
Aisha and her gang weren’t just schoolyard bullies. They targeted other girls, be it classmates or juniors, who dared to step out of line.
Victims were cornered, humiliated, and fild, sotis roughed up, sotis forced into degrading acts, until they broke down. Occasionally, they demanded ransom, though it was clear the real aim was cruelty, not money.
Tanya’s voice rang out clearly in several clips, confirming her involvent. Rohit scanned through the files one by one, his jaw tight. Thankfully, Seo-yeong wasn’t among the victims—perhaps her compliant nature had spared her.
Still, the elent of force hit a nerve. Rohit despised it. His own civilian life had once been ruined by sothing similar, and just last night Ragini had nearly fallen into the sa trap—if not for him.
He exhaled slowly, steadying his thoughts, then turned back to check the mail.
Among the pile of mails, one stood out. The sender’s na read WhiteGhost, and the subject line was blunt: "Dare not ignore."
Rohit’s interest sharpened.
The ssage was direct, almost threatening. The sender demanded an arrangent with Aisha on his terms, insisting it be kept hidden from her sister, Tanya. Attached was a cloud link, which Rohit imdiately pegged as blackmail material.
When he opened it, his eyes widened.
It contained a link to a cloud storage video, which Rohit assud was blackmail material.
She was in a group show of adult nude cam site. She was using a dildo on her ass as she accepted the quest given by her donors.
She was wearing a pink wig to disguise herself, with an additional mask hiding her eyes, but her face was still recognizable, especially the room behind her, which matched Aisha’s exactly.
Every detail confird it: this was her.
In the video, WhiteGhost was one of the wealthiest donors, who had tipped her heavily for anal masturbation using a seven-inch dildo, but she was able to take it for half before she squirted on screen. The show was quite horny, as she also earned tons of money from other guest users.
A maniacal grin spread across Rohit’s face. He understood the whole scene as he connected all the dots.
Apparently, Aisha is being scamd for cryptocoins, and she is using adult nude sites to stream and earn money. She is able to tily pay her loan installnts, but in greed she gets caught by Victor, a donor who is not only her twin sister Tanya’s bf but also belongs to the sa school.
A low, dark chuckle escaped him.
"Lisa."
"[Yes, sir?]"
"Download the entire cloud folder linked in WhiteGhost’s email. Mirror it to an encrypted partition. Extract tadata, tistamps, IP logs if available, and paynt processor traces. Cross-reference Victor’s known phone number and socials. I want his full digital footprint by morning."
"[Initiating. Estimated completion: 14 minutes. Shall I flag any overlapping contacts with Aisha’s known blackmail threads?]" Lisa’s voice ca over the phone.
"Yes. Do it."
He pulled out the other phone he’d used earlier. A "hi" blinked on the screen from her; but he ignored it and typed instead:
[I know about brother in law’s stuff.
If you don’t want this going public, co to my room right now — and make sure no one knows. Also, take Tanya’s phone on your way back.]
He smirked as he felt satisfied, sure he didn’t add his na or give details, but he was certain that she got enough hints. It was finally ti to do justice for those no-nas as his own dark knight rises with rush of excitent.
anwhile, two hours earlier, in the twins’ room...
Aisha was lounging lazily on her bed, scrolling on her phone, while Tanya paced nearby, fuming.
"I don’t get it," Tanya snapped. "Why did you stop ? Are you really scared of that twerp?"
Aisha shot her a sharp look. "You said more than necessary. Our target was Rohit, not the aunt or that hot-headed cousin. Because of your carelessness, she’s going to have her eyes on us now, and we’ll need to lay low for a while."
Tanya clenched her fists. "Urrgh... this makes no sense! I was targeting that idiot, and she was the one who butted in. I wasn’t wrong!" She leaned closer, scrutinizing Aisha’s face. "Besides... your face went pale when Rohit threatened you. What was that about?"
Aisha stood, scorn in her eyes. "Even a rat bites back when cornered." Her expression darkened as she recalled his intensity. "And let’s not forget—this idiot has forgotten his own restraints. He might pull sothing risky, sothing we aren’t prepared for."
Tanya flopped onto the bed with a plop, clutching a teddy. "Seriously... he gets all manly over sothing so wrong." She squeezed it tightly, as if strangling him. "I wish I could do this to the real him."
Aisha rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow at her sister. "Now keep that thing back—it’s mine."
Tanya stord out in disappointnt and eventually collapsed back onto the bed to sleep.
About half an hour later, her phone buzzed with a ssage about a collaboration. She jumped up imdiately. Since Victor had caught her before, she had stopped doing private shows and was now relying on ad-related gigs. This ssage felt like a blessing. She quickly typed "Hi."
But then she hesitated. Instantly ssaging might make her seem desperate and lower her value. She decided to check the profile first. The content and images looked promising, so she clicked the link.
A pop-up asked for permission to access personal storage and dia—she accepted with mild annoyance. But nothing happened.
Worry crept in. She rechecked the profile, her mind spiraling with doubts: maybe they considered her desperate and had rejected the collaboration. She debated whether sending another ssage would help—but finally decided it was better to wait, or perhaps follow up later.
She straightened herself in the mirror, giving herself a quick brush-up for the interview, just in case. Her favorite top hugged her curves perfectly, and she winked at her reflection, satisfied. To pass the ti, she scrolled through her group chat, laughing at s and simps begging for her approval.
Half an hour later, the ssage ca again from the sa profile. But this ti, the content stole the ground from beneath her feet. It alluded to her brother-in-law and instructed her to co to the sender’s room secretly.
Nothing explicit was written—but the image that ford in her mind was unmistakable. It was Rohit.
She hiccupped, and her face went pale.
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