Promises Are Lies √

1.Her Life

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Sooo Happy Sunday! Enjoy it to the fullest! Even I am again going to sleep after updating this! 😁😁😁😁 Kya karun I love to sleep! ☺☺☺☺
Anyways welcome to the first chapter of Promises Are Lies.

                 CHAPTER-01
                  **HER LIFE**

A beautiful girl in her mid 20s was playing with the kids outside a badi. All the kids were enjoying her company. She had a charm that attracted everyone towards her. She was a real beauty, with fair and
flawless skin. Her most beautiful feature was her eyes which could make anyone fall for her. Her
eyes sparkled. Her smile had the ability to bring the world to a standstill and was enough to
lighten up the whole city of Kolkata. She was extremely beautiful, so much that no one could ever get tired of looking at her.

She was a feminist who believed that all men and women are equal. Yet, she always prefered to stay inside the house for reasons best known to her. Her father and her sister were her strength. Even though she was always taunted by her step mother, she respected her a lot. She was a
girl building a firm foundation of life with the bricks that were thrown at her. Dreams meant the
world to her.

"Swara Didi, Maa is calling you-" Ragini's sentence remained incomplete as she took a pause to
breathe.

"Shit! Mar gayi!" Swara facepalmed herself.

They both ran inside their house.

"Jii Maa, aap bula rahe the mujhe?" Swara asked.

"Where were you? Who will wash the dishes and chop the vegetables?" asked Sharmistha angrily.

"I will do it," Swara said in a low voice.

"After doing that, sweep the house," her mother instructed.

"Maa,I will sweep the house. How will Didi do so much work?" Ragini asked.

"Shut up! You go and study. Let her do her work. She is an orphan, not you," Sharmistha said irately.

"Maa, Baba is her real father. She is not an orphan," Ragini said sternly.

As Ragini was again going to say something, Swara held her hand and gestured to her not to say anything anymore.

Though Swara and Ragini were step sisters, they shared a bond as if they were siblings.

Swara silently did all the work that her mother had ordered her to.
After dinner, she picked up everyone's plates and placed them inside the sink to wash them.

"Didi, why do you always work so much?" Ragini asked, sitting on the slab near the sink.

"Ragu, this is my house too. I don't need any reason to work in my own house," Swara said happily.

"You are great Didi. I will work as well. Tell me, how can I help you?" Ragini said, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"No need. You go and sleep," Swara replied.

"Don't make me feel like I am adopted. I am also the daughter of this house, just like you," Ragini said sadly.

"Ragini, what are you doing here?" her mother asked.

"Maa, I was just helping Didi," Ragini replied.

"How many times do I need to tell you that you should not work? Swara is there to do so,"Sharmistha said.

"Maa, why do you always treat Di like a mere servant? Wo bhi iss ghar ki beti hai, just like me. Why don't you love her?" Ragini asked.

"She is not my daughter. She is not your real sister. She is just a burden on us. May God remove this burden soon," Sharmistha said and went away.