MADE FOR EACH OTHER

Armaan unintentionally said "who".

Dua laughed again and said " now don't act like you know nothing. It's ayesha. You. I . I know you like her. That's why you did everything you, you did this"

Dua continued her say." I am so used to these now. I'm not jealous of my sister. No. It's just that every time. Every time Allah gives something good upon, that thing always knocks ayesha's door first. Always. Yes I agree she is beautiful, she is smart. She's pretty. Have perfect hair. But when you look at me it's all ugly. I wear a hijab because I like to. Does it make you ugly..... Oh Allah." Dua took a deep breath but continued "I don't have a great luck like ayesha does.

rolling

her. He wanted to comfort her but he

it was all her fault. She stool everything from me. Everything and I could do nothing about it. Nothing. She took everything thing from me. Everything. Even you. You know what arham I really really....." she knocked off. She

have he picked her up and took her to nearest room. He made her

she thinks she's ugly. She is so pretty even more prettier then ayesha he taught. He wrote a note