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Murder through Orkut

A sensational Murder has taken place in India through Orkut in Bombay.

A girl and a guy met in orkut. Usual stuff. They talked with each other, became trusted friends - again usual stuff. Wrote testimonials for one another - again usual stuff.
But wait that's not all.
This Guy then asked the Girl to meet him. And she did. But that was the first and the last meeting.
She was found dead in the hotel room. The guy killed her.

NEVER TRUST OR GIVE PERSONAL INFO TO A STRANGER ON ORKUT...May her Soul Rest in Peace!

The Profile of the Girl:

http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=11725203022944506305

the profile of Boy :

http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=348385650417627297

HERE IS THE LINK TO THE NEWS OF HER MURDER:

http://cities.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=236701

http://www.ibnlive.com/videos/40709/cops-use-orkut-to-track-murderer.html

http://www.mumbaimirror.com/net/mmpaper.aspx?page=article§id=2&contentid=20070519041713
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Anonymous said…
the links you have given dont make it look like a first meeting. they have mentioned kaushambis mother knowing abt their relationship.. also why would the gal go with te guy in the hotel room for the first meeting, unless ofcourse she was of questionable character.
September 2, 2007 at 7:30 AM
Nikhita P. said…
Well I'm not really sure, but thats what I heard on news, and it's supposed to be true.
September 2, 2007 at 11:29 AM
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