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Bought the Airtel Xstream Fiber 40 Mbps plan today and completed the payment more than 5 hours ago, but no Airtel technician came for installation during that time. The communication and support experience was very poor, and updates were unclear.

Later, we were told that society wiring work was needed. Even though Airtel technicians were doing the actual wiring and installation work, the society electrician demanded ₹1000 after the work was completed. These additional charges were never informed before payment or installation started.

There are already Airtel Wi-Fi connections visible in the society, so this delay and lack of transparency was disappointing. Customers should be informed clearly in advance about any possible extra society or electrician charges before taking payment.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, shifting houses also meant losing the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, shifting houses also meant losing the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, shifting houses also meant losing the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, shifting houses also meant losing the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly by grabbing me inappropriately just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away in Mumbai for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through. That hurt even more because I missed the one person who normally balances things in the house.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, we shifted away from Bihar to Ranchi, which means I also lost the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, shifting houses also meant losing the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.

I’m a 15-year-old male and the past few nights during our house shifting have completely broken me mentally. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything started with arguments and fights with my elder brother. At first it was normal shouting, then he started slapping me in front of everyone to show dominance. I reacted back once because I felt humiliated, but after that things kept escalating. He grabbed me by my neck so hard that I struggled to breathe while people stood there watching. What broke me the most wasn’t even the pain, it was seeing my own mother laugh and support him instead of stopping it. I kept thinking maybe I deserved it, maybe I was the problem, but deep inside I knew no one deserves to be treated like that.

One night I hadn’t eaten anything since morning because everything was packed for shifting. I was already exhausted, emotionally destroyed, and surviving on a few ₹5 Kurkure packets I found in my own house because nobody cared enough to arrange food. When I asked for water, my mom told me to find it myself and even said she didn’t care if I died. Those words stayed in my head the whole night. Later my brother again humiliated me publicly by grabbing me inappropriately just to mock me. I tried staying quiet because I didn’t want more fights, but he kept provoking me again and again. He spat on me, slapped me repeatedly, punched me in the chest, and even caused my nose to bleed. Every time I tried explaining myself, I was made to look like the villain.

I called my dad because usually he protects me from my brother whenever he is around, but he was away in Mumbai for work during all this. I was hoping he would understand how scared and broken I felt. He did try to calm things down and told my mom to take care of me, but when my dad questioned her about everything, she told an entirely different story where I was made to look like the aggressive one who was trying to gain sympathy. That honestly shattered me because I felt like my side of the story didn’t matter anymore and nobody was willing to understand what I was actually going through. That hurt even more because I missed the one person who normally balances things in the house.

The worst part is that I don’t even want revenge anymore. I just want peace. I want one night where I don’t have to stay awake scared, thinking someone might hurt me again. I locked myself in rooms because I genuinely felt unsafe. I kept telling myself not to sleep because fear had taken over my mind completely. I started thinking about running away, disappearing, or just isolating myself forever because I felt like nobody in my own house cared whether I was emotionally alive or dead. At the same time, we shifted away from Bihar to Ranchi, which means I also lost the comfort of physically being around my friends. I never openly talk about family problems with anyone because as a guy I always felt I had to hide my emotions, but honestly gaming with friends was the only thing that ever made me feel normal again.

Right now I feel emotionally shattered, betrayed, and exhausted. I know families fight, but this felt different. I felt mocked, cornered, unsupported, and unsafe in my own home. Maybe strangers online won’t fully understand me, but I think I just needed someone to hear me for once instead of telling me I deserved it.