I have always been an introvert.

I’ve studied computer engineering and am a big foodie, too.

I was constantly judged by my colleagues for being socially awkward.

I liked Sharon from my office, her desk was right beside mine. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. But I was invisible to her.

I knew I wasn’t happy with my job. But it wasn’t like I had a choice.

One day, while browsing the internet, I got to know of a streaming genre: Mukbang.

I watched a few videos of popular Mukbangers. One of them who had the most views was a beautiful girl. She never panned the camera above her lips and always talked in whispers. Also, she ate like an animal.

Yet, people loved her so much.

It was at that moment when I realised I had to become a Mukbanger. I could eat as much as possible, and I also knew my way around microphones and computers.

But it wasn’t easy for me to quit my job and invest in this new career. My friends, family, and ex-colleagues made fun of me. They said Mukbang is as silly as it is overrated.

My dad denied lending me any financial help, and so did my handful of friends. They said they couldn’t be associated with someone who eats like an animal on screen just for some clout.

It demotivated me. But I kept going. I had this belief that I’d make a shining career out of it.

I mortgaged my apartment and bought all the stuff necessary for it.

But after uploading 20 videos, of me eating, in two months, I hardly gained 500 views.

Now, those close to me were laughing at my videos. They said no one would watch such a dorky person like me eat anything. They said people watch these videos because of the beautiful people on the screen.

The few comments I got on my videos were saying the same thing: “I wish you didn’t come on screen, I’d have watched for longer then”.

“I feel like throwing up??”

“Why did I click on this video?”

I was heartbroken.

People wanted to see only beautiful people eat.

I deleted my channel and all the videos along with it.

Because I didn’t have a single penny to hire some girl for that.

Now, I had only one choice left.

To create a new channel, and this time, rectify my mistakes.

At first, I politely asked her to help me out. But she laughed in my face.

So I enacted the second plan.

I wish Sharon had heeded to my politeness.

Now she has to remain tied up in my room, starved and parched, and only be allowed to eat in front of the camera– panning up to her lips– on the gunpoint.

She eats like an animal, too.

And people love her.

Now, nobody judges me for being a Mukbanger. Because I’m really not.