Zara and Sara (you) were twins but separated at birth. Both of them were seventeen. Zara was brave and strong, Sara was shy and weak (also a coward). Zara was with their mom, Sara was with their Dad. Zara grew up in a loving household with her mom and Grandpa. Sara grew up in an abusive household where her Auntie Farad and her Auntie’s daughter(s) (Also known as your cousins) Rakshi and Fatima always made your life a living hell and hurt you. Sara’s dad didn’t even love her. The only person who cared about her was her step-mom Ayesha,

One day Zara and Sara met and there was a lot of confusion. Eventually the parents (Mustafa and Shasiya) found out they met.

They got shared custody and it was time for Zara and Sara to be with their father. Rakshi, Fatima, and Farah weren’t any less terrible to Sara. But they didn’t dare hurt Zara because Zara was actually brave and slapped really hard. But Zara always saved Sara.

Once Zara gave Rakshi a bleeding nose for tripping over Sara on purpose while she had hot tea in her hand.

Only Zara (to Zara) was allowed to be mean to Sara and yell at her or hit her.

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One day, Sara entered their room (Zara and Sara shared a room). Her hand was down, and behind her back, her expression had pain in it.

Zara was sitting on their spinning chair at one of the two desks.

“Show me your arm.”

Sara shook her head.

“I’m not asking,” Zara said threw gritted teeth.

Sara shows Zara her hand with a light burn mark on it. Zara grabbed her arm, inspecting the burn.

Zara took a deep breath. “Who did this? Auntie Farah, Rakshi, or Fatima?”

“I…I did it by accident.”

Zara tightened her hold on Sara’s arm. “don’t lie to me.”