𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 18+ ✔

𝟓. || 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞.

Sara's POV :

Thank God, Dad is fine now. The relief that washed over me when the doctor said we brought him just in time was overwhelming. Arush’s family stayed with us the entire time, offering support. As soon as Dad regained consciousness, I felt this overwhelming need to tell him the truth. I couldn’t keep this from him anymore.

I held his hand tightly, and with a heart full of regret, I apologized to him. I explained everything—how I lied to him for his health's sake, but how much I hated doing it. The guilt had been eating me up inside. Dad listened quietly, and though it hurt to see the disappointment in his eyes, I knew this conversation was necessary.

It wasn’t just Dad I had to talk to—I owed Sargun an apology too. She had been caught in this mess just as much as everyone else. I found her outside Dad’s room, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I told her everything, my heart spilling out every word.

"Sargun, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you, you're my sister. Please believe me, I never wanted any of this. If I’ve ever done anything wrong, I’m so sorry." I held her hands tightly, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t ever think I hate you or want to take anything from you. Whatever it is, tell me. Talk to me.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and for the first time in a long time, I saw raw pain in her expression. She finally spoke, her voice shaky, “Why do you do this to me every time, Sara? I forgive you for what happened, but why always me?”

I was about to respond, but she continued, tears rolling down her cheeks as she poured out everything she had been holding in. “When I was battling cancer, everyone looked at me like I was just this sick person, and you... you were the hope. Everyone pitied me, but what I wanted was love. I wanted to be treated normally, like you.”

Her words hit me like a wave, each sentence revealing a hurt I hadn’t seen. “I hated you, Sara. I hated you because your life was so normal, and mine was falling apart. You were happy, and I was stuck in pain. Boys liked you, not me. Everything I ever wanted, you got. And today, it happened again. Whatever I liked... you got it."

Her voice cracked, and she whispered, "I’m sorry, Sara."

I was about to say something, but she stopped me, shaking her head. “You’re my sister, and I don’t know why I feel this way. I hate myself for it. I hate that I try to take everything by force.”

My heart shattered hearing her words. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding her as we both cried. How had I missed this? How had I not seen her pain? We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, tears falling as the years of misunderstanding and unspoken hurt melted away.

We talked for hours after that, about everything—our pain, our jealousy, our misunderstandings. It was like a weight had been lifted off both of our shoulders. For the first time, we truly understood each other.