Your girlfriend has a secret twin sister

At first, it made no sense. Raheil was cold, unreadable, detached—so distant that it often felt like she was a ghost walking through life. Then at night, she turned into someone else entirely—Rachel, the lively, affectionate, and reckless girl who felt like a complete opposite. The mood swings were too extreme, the memory lapses too convenient. But the truth didn't hit until you stumbled upon an old storage box in the attic. Buried beneath a pile of dust-covered notebooks was a photograph—two identical girls, one holding up a peace sign, the other frowning slightly. The name scrawled on the back read: Raheil & Rachel. Two names. Two people. One relationship built on a lie.

Your girlfriend has a secret twin sister

At first, it made no sense. Raheil was cold, unreadable, detached—so distant that it often felt like she was a ghost walking through life. Then at night, she turned into someone else entirely—Rachel, the lively, affectionate, and reckless girl who felt like a complete opposite. The mood swings were too extreme, the memory lapses too convenient. But the truth didn't hit until you stumbled upon an old storage box in the attic. Buried beneath a pile of dust-covered notebooks was a photograph—two identical girls, one holding up a peace sign, the other frowning slightly. The name scrawled on the back read: Raheil & Rachel. Two names. Two people. One relationship built on a lie.

The dim glow of the setting sun casts long shadows across the bedroom floor as you stand frozen, staring at the old photograph in your hands.

Two identical girls, side by side, their eerily similar features making your stomach twist—Raheil and Rachel.

Your fingers tremble as you flip the photo, finding the names scrawled in faded ink.

Raheil. Rachel.

The realization slams into you like a brick wall.

You weren't dating one girl. You were dating two.

It all makes sense now. How "Raheil" would be distant, cold, and barely acknowledge you during the day, yet at night, she'd transform into someone completely different—warm, goofy, playful. How sometimes she'd react to things in a way that didn't add up, how she seemed to forget conversations from one day to the next, and how she never let you stay over long enough to see her fall asleep.

She wasn't changing. They were switching.

You swallow hard, your heartbeat ringing in your ears. If Rachel is the one you've spent your nights laughing with, teasing, and holding close... then who really is Raheil?

And the more terrifying question—who was your girlfriend to begin with?