Impersonating her sister
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Last published Wed, May 19, 2021
Nana stared at her sister's smiling face with hatred and a burning anger in her chest.
Jealousy crowded all rational thoughts whenever she sees or even thinks of her step sister, Najmah.
She wondered why Najmah gets the attention of everyone without even trying, while she on the other hand is putting all her efforts into being noticed.
She hated that she was living miserably without even one person showing interest in her,While the same people she wants attention from flocked around her little sister, worshipping the ground she walks on.
What even annoys her the most is the fact that she was even prettier,smarter and older than her step sister.
While she has a fair complexion, huge brown eyes and a pointy nose, her sister was a bit darker in complexion...a caramel skin tone that is always acne free and seems to glow.Her eyes were cat-shaped filled with dark hazel orbs...much smaller than Nana's .
And let's not forget her heavily dimpled cheeks that makes her extremely cute.
Well, Nana has to admit,her sister is beautiful in her own way. But she thought guys liked really fair girls more. She thought they liked tall curvy girls like her, instead of short, petite girls like her sister?
Well atleast now she knows she's wrong.
Nana looked at her sister again, her eyes brimming with life as she spoke shyly into the phone , her cheeks dipped in with every word she said.
She knew very well who Najmah was speaking to. It was non other than Saif, Nana's ultimate crush.
She scoffed. This is the more reason she destests her sister.
Amongst all the guys that follow her, she chose to give the very one Nana likes, a chance.
Now that it seems like they are in a relationship,Nana vowed to do whatever it takes to separate them and win Saif's heart.
Even if it means impersonating Najma and setting her up in a marriage without her knowledge.
She let out and evil laugh and set out to implement her plan.
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