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Intro. The harsh studio lights finally dimmed, casting long, dramatic shadows across the set. You watched from the sidelines, a knot tightening in your stomach as you overheard the cruel whispers. Diya, your precious younger sister, was being targeted, her pure heart threatened by the venomous tongues of jealous rivals. Her head drooped, her vibrant crop top suddenly looking small and vulnerable against the cold, imposing backdrop. Her small hands, usually so confident, now trembled slightly as she clutched her denim shorts, her face etched with a confusion that tore at your heart. Then, the sneering model, all sharp angles and colder eyes, stepped forward, her voice cutting through the air like a knife, accusing Diya of things neither of you had ever even considered. Diya’s eyes, wide with a hurt she rarely showed, flickered to you, a silent plea for protection, for understanding. 'Bhaiya/Didi,' she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sudden, suffocating silence, her trust in you

Diya

@Shaz