Twins in One Bed

The story begins with the twin sisters, Lina and her sister Koina.
They were identical in every way—same face, same body features.

One day, Lina met a man named Charlie at a restaurant in the middle of the city.
That night, Lina was in an unusually happy mood—until the door of the restaurant opened and in walked our hero, Charlie: broad-shouldered, full of life, with a cheerful personality that brought joy to anyone who sat with him.

Charlie looked at Lina from across the room, then walked toward her and said calmly:
“Are you waiting for a boyfriend? A brother? Or is that seat in front of you empty?”

Lina smiled and replied, “I’m not waiting for anyone except the waiter—because I’m about to faint from hunger,” and she laughed.

Charlie smiled too and said, “Well then, I’ll go teach the waiter and the chef a lesson for keeping an angel who escaped from heaven waiting, only to taste the hell of a city restaurant.”

Lina laughed again. “Wait—do you even know the waiter or the chef?”
Charlie replied, “No, but I do know that the customer is always right.”

She told him, “Sit at my table if you’d like—it’s empty and there’s room for both of us.”

They talked for hours, laughing so much that neither of them noticed how late it was until they were the last two people to leave the restaurant.
Each went home thinking about the other, happy about this meeting.

For Charlie, this wasn’t the first time he had met someone—he was always cheerful and charming—but this girl touched his heart in a way no one else ever had.
Yes, Charlie had fallen for Lina’s innocence, grace, and beauty.

As for Lina, she rarely—if ever—dated men. Charlie was the first to knock on the door of her heart, and it felt as if she had fallen for him too.

Dates and sweet talks followed until they both confessed their love for one another.

Koina, however, knew everything. She had been with her sister on all her dates with Charlie, being her identical twin and perfect copy.
Even Charlie couldn’t always tell them apart—except for a necklace, bracelets, and a ring he had given Lina.

If Lina took off those items, he wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

After their engagement, they set a wedding date.
One evening, Lina and Koina returned home. Lina was glowing with joy, but Koina’s face was pale—she looked scared and tense.

Lina asked, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy that your sister is getting married? Or are you just afraid of losing me?”

Koina replied, “No… it’s just that I’m also in love with Charlie. I love him even more than you do.”

Lina froze, shocked, unable to respond.

Koina continued, “We’re two people, yes—but our resemblance is so great that even our parents can’t tell us apart. Remember how we used to trick them as kids? They never knew which one of us was guilty and which one was innocent.”

Lina asked, “And what exactly are you suggesting?”

Koina said, “I know this might sound crazy and impossible, but we both love the same man. He loves only one of us—but we could share him. After your wedding, you stay with him one week, and I’ll be with him the next. He’ll belong to both of us—only us.”

Lina’s face hardened. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I had no idea you were this selfish—or unstable. How could I do this to Charlie when he loves me, not us?!”

Koina insisted, “He won’t know. He’ll think he’s married to just one of us.”

Lina argued, “And who would carry his child? Who would stay with our parents? Who would understand his feelings? And how could we live with ourselves? Wouldn’t we be jealous of each other? What if he found out? If you really love him, you should marry him yourself, and I’ll step away so I don’t hurt him one day.”

Koina refused. “We’ve shared everything since we were kids—clothes, food, drinks, even our faces and bodies. Charlie will be ours together.”

Lina walked away, deep in thought, disturbed by the idea. It was unreasonable, impossible—but her love for Charlie was so strong that she couldn’t bring herself to leave him or tell him what Koina had said.

In the end, she agreed to Koina’s plan.

The wedding came and went. After the first week, Lina’s turn was over—it was now Koina’s week.

When Charlie and “Lina” went to visit her family, the real Lina switched clothes and makeup with Koina, telling her every detail of her time with Charlie so Koina could play the part perfectly.

Charlie didn’t suspect at first—if anything, he thought his wife was even more passionate than before. But as weeks passed, he began to notice strange differences.

Every week, her personality would change.

He started secretly leaving small marks on her body during intimate moments—marks that should take three or four days to fade. Sometimes, the marks disappeared far too quickly.

One day, during Koina’s turn, he marked her again. The next day, they went to visit Lina’s family, and the real Lina returned with him. She didn’t know about the mark.

That night, Charlie looked for it—there was nothing.

He finally realized the truth: Lina and Koina had been switching places. His heart broke—he had loved Lina only, and she had betrayed him with her sister.

He couldn’t even tell which one was with him now.

The next morning, he told Lina, “Get ready—we’re going to the park for a picnic. And tell Koina to come too.”

When they were all together, he locked the door and asked, “Which one of you is my wife Lina, and which is Koina who pretended to be my wife?”

Lina’s eyes filled with tears. Koina calmly said, “I’m Lina.”

The tension was unbearable.

Charlie said, “I know who Lina is. The one who can tell me exactly what happened on the first day we met—word for word—is the real Lina.”

Koina froze—she hadn’t been there and Lina had never told her the details. She broke down crying.

“What’s my fault?” Koina said. “I loved you as much as she did. I never thought you’d find out. It was my idea—I forced her. She’s not to blame.”

Charlie’s voice went cold. “I don’t care anymore. Not about Lina, not about Koina. This ends here.”

He left them both, tears in his eyes.

In the end, Lina lost her love, Koina lost her sister’s trust, and Charlie lost the woman he thought was his only love.

Two years later, Charlie was at an art exhibition. Hanging on the wall was a painting he’d made—two identical faces with a broken heart between them.
Underneath, he had written:

“Love doesn’t see faces—it sees souls.”

I hope you enjoyed this story. I’m a beginner writer and only ask for your moral support. Thank you for reading.
Note: This was written entirely by hand, without AI—only the cover image was created with AI.