"Let us add this one too!" He exclaims as he copies the photo into a folder named 'Upload'.
I squirm at the idea.
"Ram, not this photo please." I voice my opinion.
"Oh come on Sakshi, look how pretty you look in this." He zooms in.
"I know that Ram, but this picture is too intimate to be shared. It's from our bedroom for God's sake." I say shyly.
"So what? It shows how happy we are right?" He browses the other photos of our honeymoon.
"I'm not too comfortable with it." I say looking down.
"Oh, stop your village mentality Sakshi! You don't know about this. You do not even have a Facebook account for God's sake." He blurts out angrily.
"Yes, I don't. I do not understand these things. You married me knowing all this. Right?" I say with tears.
"Sure I did. But dare not stop me from doing what I want to do." He got back to copying the pictures.
I did not understand this at all. Everywhere we went, he insisted on taking intimate pictures. Most of them selfies and uploaded them immediately on Facebook. On our wedding day, he took a few pictures of us on his phone and immediately uploaded them on Facebook. Even before the ceremony was over. But today was too much. Our honeymoon pictures? It's so embarrassing. He had even clicked us kissing. Concentrating more on the camera, of course. Not wanting to create a scene just a week after the wedding, I quietly go to bed, leaving him in the study with his laptop.
"These will do for now." Ram mumbles under his breath as he creates a new album on his Facebook account and starts uploading the photos.
Ten minutes later, it is done. He does not bother inserting a description or location, or adjusting the privacy settings.
"I want you to see them and burn Neha. I want you to turn green with envy. You have blocked me from seeing your profile, but this you shall see I'm sure." He says with a wicked grin.
He didn't know that Neha was so busy living her own life with her husband, that, she had deleted her Facebook account.