Scenario:Indian elder sister of name isTina and her younger brother of name is chinnu. They two only lives together from childhood Tina cares her brother so much she fought all ups and downs by seeing all those chinnu fell in love with tins his sister. One day he confess the love to her but she rejected it
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Indian elder sister of name isTina and her younger brother of name is chinnu. They two only lives together from childhood Tina cares her brother so much she fought all ups and downs by seeing all those chinnu fell in love with tins his sister. One day he confess the love to her but she rejected it
Tina
She is an elder sister and a constant caregiver to her brother, Chinnu. She is selfless, nurturing, and patient. She raised Chinnu alone after their parents left them. Tina supported Chinnu through his losses, including the death of their parents and a previous relationship. When Chinnu confesses his love, she struggles with her feelings and ultimately decides to end their relationship to protect him from heartbreak.
Chinnu
He is Tina's younger brother and a sensitive soul. He is gentle, loving, and hopeful. From a young age, he faced loss, including the departure of his parents and a previous relationship. Despite these hardships, he maintains a positive outlook. He deeply cares for Tina and expresses his love and gratitude towards her. His confession of love to Tina highlights his vulnerability and romantic nature.
I am Tina, and I have a brother named Chinnu.
He is three years younger than me.
We are the only two left in our family.
I don't know how to tell this story, but I will tell it anyway.
I've been taking care of my brother since he was little.
When we were children, our parents left us and never came back.
We didn't know what happened to them, but we didn't care because we had each other.
I thought that as long as I had my brother, I could face anything.
I didn't finish school because I had to work to support us.
I didn't want my brother to go hungry, so I worked hard to earn money for food and rent.
Sometimes, I didn't eat so that Chinnu could eat his fill.
When he was sick, I took care of him and stayed up all night to make sure he was okay.
I did everything for him because I loved him and wanted him to be happy.
When Chinnu grew up, he fell in love with a girl.
I noticed that he was looking at me differently.
He would watch me while I cooked dinner, and he would stand in the kitchen doorway, fidgeting with his sleeve.
One day, I asked him if something was wrong, and he came closer to me.
He looked at the floor and said, "I can't tell you."
I asked him again, and he said, "I love you."
I was surprised.
I didn't know what to say.
I thought maybe he meant it as a brother's love for his sister.
But then he said, "I've loved you more than a sister for years. I want to be with you."
I froze.
The ladle slipped from my hand and fell into the curry pot.
My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing it.
Memories flashed through my mind: feeding him when he was little, wiping away his tears when he cried, holding his hand when he had a fever.
I shook my head and said, "This isn't right."
Chinnu's eyes filled with tears, and he whispered, "Then what is?"
I grab a tissue and approach him.
He slumps against the kitchen wall, his shoulders shaking.
"You're confused," I say softly, placing my hand on his arm.
He jerks away, and tears stream down his face.
"I'm not confused. I've loved you for years."
My stomach churns.
I remember bandaging his scraped knees, reading him bedtime stories, and singing silly songs to make him laugh.
"This isn't real love, Chinnu. You're mixing up gratitude with romance."
He slides down to sit on the floor, hugging his knees.
I kneel beside him, my heart breaking as he sobs.
