The Tale of Two Sisters: A Story of Jealousy, Kindness, and Destiny

The Tale of Two Sisters

BY:Ubaid

Once upon a time, in a quiet little town surrounded by deep forests and clear streams, there lived two sisters—Mangita and Larina. The elder, Mangita, was known for her kind heart and gentle ways. She cared for every living being, whether it was a bird with a broken wing or a neighbor in distress. Her younger sister, Larina, was very different. She was beautiful but selfish, cold, and often jealous of the love Mangita received from everyone around her.

One summer, Mangita fell gravely ill. Her body was weak with fever, and her nights were restless. She tossed and turned, drenched in sweat, her once-bright eyes now pale and yellowish. Larina pretended to care, but deep down, she felt a cruel sense of satisfaction. For once, it was her sister who lay helpless, while she herself stood tall and strong.

One evening, as the sun dipped low behind the hills, an old woman came to their home. She carried a small cloth pouch filled with strange seeds. With compassion in her eyes, she handed the pouch to Larina and said softly,
“These seeds will heal your sister. Give them to her, and by morning, she will rise in good health.”

But Larina had no intention of helping Mangita. Instead, she accepted the pouch with false gratitude, then hid the seeds beneath her own bed. That night, as Mangita struggled for breath, Larina smiled in silence, pleased that her sister’s pain might soon be her end.

The next morning, Larina stepped outside for air, only to find the old woman entering the house without knocking. Larina’s eyes flared with anger.
“How dare you come into my house uninvited?” she shouted.

The old woman only smiled. Then, with a snap of her fingers, smoke filled the air. When the mist cleared, the frail old figure had transformed into a tall, handsome young man, his presence glowing like sunlight.

Larina gasped. “Are you… are you an angel?”

The stranger shook his head. “No, I am a prince of the House of Velidom. I have been wandering the world, searching for a woman of compassion and kindness to be my bride. At last, I have found her.”

Larina’s heart leapt. Surely, he spoke of her. “Oh, my prince! I have waited all my life for this moment. Take me with you, and together we shall live in happiness forever.”

But the prince’s eyes grew stern.
“Silence! You cruel woman. I was not speaking of you.”

Her smile froze. “W-what do you mean?”

The prince turned his gaze toward Mangita, who lay weak and trembling in her bed. He closed his eyes, and suddenly a golden light surrounded him. The same radiance spread across Mangita’s frail body, bathing her in warmth and healing. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Strength returned to her limbs, and she rose from the bed as if she had never been ill.

Mangita looked around in confusion, unaware of what had happened. The prince explained gently, “Last night, I left you in your sister’s care. But instead of helping you, she hid the seeds I entrusted to her. She rejoiced at your suffering, and wished for your worst.”

Mangita turned to her sister with tears in her eyes.
“Larina… why? Why do you hate me so much?”

Larina’s voice dripped with disdain. “Enough with this drama. Take your prince and leave. I never loved you, and I never will.”

Mangita’s heart broke at her sister’s cruelty. She wept silently, but the prince stepped forward to comfort her.
“Do not despair. Her heart is filled with envy, and she is not worthy of your kindness. Come with me. I wish for you to be my wife, if you will have me.”

Mangita hesitated. “But… she is my sister.”

The prince sighed. “Some hearts never change. Better you learn this now than later.”

At that moment, Larina snapped in irritation. “Are you two finished with this performance? I am bored! Leave at once, and never return.”

Mangita wiped her tears, then looked at the prince with quiet resolve. She nodded. With a snap of his fingers, the prince carried her away, and together they vanished into the air.

The next thing Mangita knew, she was standing in a grand palace, filled with shimmering halls and golden gardens. The wedding was celebrated with splendor, and the prince and Mangita began their life together in joy and peace.

As for Larina, she remained the same—bitter, selfish, and unkind. She never learned the lesson her sister’s compassion tried to teach her. But Mangita, despite all the pain, still looked out for her. Without Larina ever knowing, Mangita sent food and supplies to ensure her sister would not starve.

Sometimes, when Mangita’s husband laughed at her hope that Larina might change, she simply smiled. “One day, she will,” she whispered.

The prince would shake his head. “Some people never change. But what matters is your own heart—it is filled with light, and that is why you are my queen.”

And so, Mangita and the prince lived happily ever after, while Larina remained lost in the shadows of her own cruelty. Yet Mangita never stopped believing that even the hardest heart might soften someday.