The Promise
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Welcome, beloved readers 🌙,
I am Noor-e-Sahar. They say dawn brings light, but sometimes it also brings shadows. “Junoon-e-Ishq” is the story of a love so pure… yet so dangerous that it can heal or destroy. Step into this journey with me, and let’s uncover what fate has written for them.
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“He promised to protect her.
He swore never to let her go.
But what happens when the promise of love becomes the curse of obsession?”
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Let's get started for the new journey.....
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The school playground buzzed with laughter, but one little girl sat alone on the far bench, clutching her tiffin box. Muskaan lowered her head as a group of children passed, whispering and giggling.
Random child
“She doesn’t even have parents,” one child sneered.
Random child
She’s just a burden.
The words stung like daggers. Muskaan’s small fingers tightened around her tiffin until her knuckles turned white. She forced back her tears, but her name — Muskaan — felt like a cruel joke. A smile she could never truly carry.
From across the playground, Mizaan noticed her. He was different from the other boys — calm, serious even at such a young age. His family was well-known, his parents respected. Wherever he went, people listened.
But Mizaan wasn’t looking at anyone else now. His sharp gaze was fixed on the lonely girl.
He walked over, ignoring the stares of his classmates.
Baby Mizaan
Why are you sitting here alone?
Muskaan blinked up at him, startled.
Baby Muskaan
“I… I don’t have friends.” Her voice was a whisper.
Baby Muskaan
My parents left me. No one wants to play with me.
Mizaan studied her silently. The pain in her eyes stirred something fierce inside him — a need to protect, a need to claim.
Finally, he sat down beside her, his small shoulders squared with unexpected confidence.
Baby Mizaan
Then I’ll be your friend.
Baby Muskaan
Her lips parted in surprise.
“You… you will?”
Baby Mizaan
“Yes,” he said simply.
“And not just now. Always.”
Her eyes glistened, hope sparking for the first time.
Baby Muskaan
But… you’ll forget me when you grow up. Everyone forgets me.
Mizaan’s jaw tightened. For a boy of ten, his words carried weight.
Baby Mizaan
No. I will never forget you. One day, when we’re older, I’ll take you with me. You’ll have a home. You’ll never cry alone again.
Muskaan’s throat tightened as tears slipped down her cheeks. Slowly, she whispered,
Baby Mizaan
Mizaan extended his pinky finger, his dark eyes unwavering.
“Promise.”
Their tiny fingers locked together. A vow made in a schoolyard, under the golden light of afternoon — a vow that would follow them into adulthood, into love, into obsession.
But in the distance, a pair of eyes watched — cold, unblinking. Rehan, a boy from another class, clenched his fists at the sight of Muskaan smiling at Mizaan. His heart, too young to understand the darkness it held, began to twist with jealousy.
That day, two destinies were tied together. And in the shadows, another began to burn with envy.
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🌙 A promise made in childhood… Do you believe schoolyard bonds can last forever?
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