The whole series is based upon how filthy humans are.
Take Anindita Bose for instance. She is playing a character Chanda Mukherjee in this series. This character is a slut. She fucks with a boy's life, sends him to jail planning a conspiracy with her old aged fucker, a politician. She also fucked with another old man who is uncle of that boy, she used to work for him as an accountant.
Now who is Anindita Bose in real life?
She married the grandson of Uttam Kumar. But divorced him and married Abhimanyu Mukherjee, a film Bengali director. And then now lives with another actor named Sourav Das.
All of these in her 34years age.
Slutever, right?

When I don't masturbate for three days, my brain dreams in about things in order to perform nocturnal emission. But last night when it started to dream about my ex-long-distance. Though for some reason it got into detail. Usually it creates lusty scenes. But this time it's like there were some virus that take control of dreaming machinery and instead of lewd dreaming it got into details of my ex's life, a weird scene, where I am at her doorstep, no ones home. There are letters in front of their house, and I'm reading those letters, trying to know about their life. And then I meet a granny like character there. It seemed this character is my ex's landlady or granny, or someone else, IDK. And sneak peak into this character's room, we have a conversation. And somehow my dream objective diverts, now it seemed the character is my own granny. And I break in tears when she shows me some books and things that was my aunt's (real things from my memory).
Now, I know, it is fucked up, and that's why I'm writing it down. I think my brain started dreaming with a goal to trick me into nocturnal emission. But it mistakenly chose a corrupt memory, my ex, to build up the scene. And there it backfired. Because I have suppressed irrational thoughts in them. Whenever I see her picture, those irrational illogical thoughts emerge. So, tapping into those corrupt data pieces let loose of other emotions which are associated with those memories. And it's been a long time since the relationship ended. That's why my memories are entangled with it. The suppressed emotion of love, not lust, came out through nostalgia. It had to take nostalgia's refuge because maybe my ego does not want to show "weakness", and that's reasonable, as we do not live in a empathic society and above all, my ex is a toxic person, so coming out directly can shatter my ego and make me vulnerable.
But then I am exploring this topic and realizing all this now, isn't making me vulnerable now? Isn't this shattering my ego?
No, actually. Because maybe I am awake now, so I can reason my behaviour. My subconscious is the one which dreams, it influences my behaviour, my mood, my decisions, but it's not me. The conscious, reasonable part is me. It's like an adult and a . The adult wants to understand the and help it. But the is often in its own abstract world, not communicating to the adult. When it does, through these dreams, the adult tries to make sense out of it so that they both can live better.

M bt fu....ck horny 2..