Currently listening to: Smooth – Santana feat. Rob Thomas
And if you said this life ain’t good enoughI would give my world to lift you upI could change my life to better suit your moodBecause you’re so smooth
I watched this true crime documentary on Netflix awhile back but didn’t get around to writing about it till now. All I have to say is, “What in the actual fuck?”
SPOILER ALERT Please don’t read/scroll below if you plan to watch it and don’t want to read about the details.
Kirat, a successful, fun and vibrant British radio DJ, was in love with Bobby, a cardiologist. Before she knew it, she was swept off her feet in a whirlwind online romance. But the relationship had red flags: mysterious illnesses, long absences, and an ever-growing network of people tied to Bobby, all seemingly designed to keep Kirat entangled and hooked.
In a plot twist, it turned out that Bobby wasn’t who she thought he was. Behind the carefully curated illusion was someone Kirat knew all too well – her cousin, Simran, who was masterminding every conversation, every crisis, and every emotional connection. For a staggering ten years, Simran manipulated her cousin, exploiting her trust and emotions with chilling precision…without any remorse.
Initially, I thought that Kirat was naive and that since there were so many signs, that she should have known. But then I began to think about it. Often times, people see or hear what they want to. Also, she did not have a reason to doubt Bobby because she had met the real Bobby in the flesh at a club before and his family was a prominent member of their community. Whenever she questioned Bobby, he had an answer for everything and the people on her social media that she was conveniently connected to also corroborated his story.
I can only imagine what a sick person her cousin must be, betraying her family and spending ten years, pretending to be a man in love with Kirat. She fabricated everything in an elaborate fashion. To the point where it was mentally abusive.
I hope Kirat finds happiness and true love one day. I cannot imagine wasting ten years and losing one’s own sense of reality. Le sigh.
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