SC # 3 (A Forbidden Pleasure)

Zarina sat in the dimly lit hospital room, her eyes fixed on her sister lying in the bed. Machines beeped rhythmically, a stark reminder of the fragile thread that held her sister’s life. Tubes and wires connected her to various apparatus, painting a picture of dependence and vulnerability, the beeping of machines providing a haunting backdrop to Zarina’s anguish.

Her sister’s pale face was lined with exhaustion and pain, a stark contrast to the vibrant woman she had once been. Her breathing was shallow and labored, each breath a struggle against the weight of illness.

Tears streamed down Zarina’s cheeks as she whispered words of encouragement to her sister, willing her to fight. The doctors had informed her that her sister needed an urgent operation, but the cost was beyond what Zarina could afford. She felt helpless, her world crumbling around her as she watched her sister’s life slip away.

Zarina felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back her tears. She had been b