Ishq-e-Junoon
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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Tears of an Orphan
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Life isn’t always fair, especially for a child with no family to protect her. But sometimes, Allah sends someone special to hold our hand when we are at our weakest. This chapter will show you how Muskaan’s tears were noticed by the one who was destined to change her life forever. 🌙✨
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The next morning, the school bell rang shrilly, and children rushed into their classrooms.
Muskaan walked slowly, clutching her books to her chest. Her uniform was neatly pressed, but the shoes were worn, the bag a little faded. She sat at the last bench, head lowered, praying she would go unnoticed.
But children could be cruel.
Random child
“Look at her,” a girl whispered loudly.
Random child
She doesn’t even have parents. My mom says kids like her are cursed
Laughter spread across the classroom. Muskaan’s eyes stung, but she didn’t look up. She had learned long ago that crying only gave them more reason to mock her.
The teacher walked in, silencing the noise. Muskaan breathed with relief. But when it was time for lunch, the torment began again.
At the playground, a boy snatched her tiffin.
Random child
“Orphans don’t need food. They can eat scraps!”
he sneered, holding the box high.
Baby Muskaan
Muskaan jumped, trying to grab it back.
“Please! That’s all I have!”
The boy pushed her, and she fell hard onto the ground. Dust smeared her uniform. The other kids laughed.
“Give it back,”
a cold voice cut through the noise.
Everyone turned. Standing there was Mizaan, his eyes narrowed, his presence commanding despite his young age.
Random child
“W-We were just playing—”
Baby Mizaan
“Give. It. Back.”
Mizaan’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
The boy quickly shoved the tiffin into Muskaan’s hands and ran off.
Baby Mizaan
Mizaan knelt beside her, offering his hand.
“Are you okay?”
Muskaan looked at him with tear-streaked cheeks. Slowly, she nodded and took his hand. His grip was steady, pulling her to her feet as if promising she would never fall again.
Baby Mizaan
“Don’t listen to them,”
he said.
“Having parents doesn’t make someone better. You’re stronger than all of them.”
Her throat tightened. No one had ever defended her before. For the first time, Muskaan felt a small spark of warmth in her lonely heart.
Baby Muskaan
“Thank you, Mizaan,” she whispered.
He studied her for a moment, then spoke with a seriousness far beyond his years.
Baby Mizaan
Remember what I told you yesterday. You’re not alone. I’ll always be here.
Baby Muskaan
Muskaan smiled faintly through her tears.
“You promise too much.”
Baby Mizaan
“I never break my promises,” Mizaan replied firmly.
That evening, as she walked back to the orphanage, Muskaan clutched her tiffin box tightly. The other children’s words still stung, but Mizaan’s voice echoed louder in her heart.
Baby Mizaan
“You’re not alone.”
Baby Muskaan
She looked up at the sky, whispering,
“Ya Allah, please… don’t let him forget me.”
What Muskaan didn’t know was that life would soon test this fragile bond. Mizaan’s family was wealthy, and one day, circumstances would pull them apart. But destiny had already written their reunion — in a college where love, friendship, and betrayal awaited.
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💔 An orphan’s tears, a boy’s vow of protection. But can childhood promises survive when life separates them?
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A Scared Proposal
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Home is not always walls and doors — sometimes it’s the warmth of a smile, a plate of food shared with love, or a hand that says “You belong here.” This chapter is Muskaan’s first taste of family, and perhaps, a silent promise of forever. 💞
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The weekend arrived, and the orphanage principal surprised Muskaan.
Principal
Muskaan beta, today you’ll be going with Mizaan’s family. They insisted you join them for lunch.
Baby Muskaan
Her heart skipped.
“With… his family?”
she whispered.
Principal
The principal smiled warmly. “Yes, child. Don’t be shy. You deserve happiness too.”
At the grand white villa of the Khan family, Muskaan stepped hesitantly inside. The marble floors gleamed, the chandeliers sparkled, and the scent of biryani and fresh roses filled the air.
Mizaan was waiting at the gate. The moment he saw her, his eyes softened.
Baby Mizaan
“Don’t be scared. They’re going to love you,” he whispered, giving her hand a small squeeze.
Muskaan’s heart calmed a little.
Inside, Mrs. Shaikh, Mizaan’s mother, came forward in a flowing hijab, her face glowing with kindness.
ML's Mom
So this is Muskaan? The little girl my son can’t stop talking about?
Baby Muskaan
Muskaan blushed, lowering her gaze.
“A–Assalamualaikum, Aunty.”
ML's Mom
“Wa-alaikum salaam, jaan.”
Mrs. Khan bent down, cupping Muskaan’s face.
“You’re even prettier than he said.”
Muskaan’s eyes filled with tears at the gentle touch. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched her with such affection.
Mr. Shaikh joined, tall and dignified. He placed a hand on Mizaan’s shoulder and smiled at Muskaan.
Mizaan's Father
If Mizaan calls you his friend, then you’re part of this family too.
Then two younger boys ran in — Zeeshan and Rahil.
Baby Zeeshan & Rahil
“Bhai! Is this the girl?” Rahil asked, curious.
Baby Zeeshan & Rahil
“She’s shy,” Zeeshan teased, “but she looks nice.”
Baby Mizaan
Mizaan frowned protectively.
“Stop it. She’s mine.”
Everyone laughed at his words, but Muskaan’s cheeks turned red.
Lunch was filled with warmth. Mrs. Shaikh served Muskaan food with her own hands, placing extra kebabs on her plate. Mr. Shaikh asked about her studies, praising her intelligence. Zeeshan and Rahil teased her like real brothers, but it didn’t feel cruel — it felt like family.
For the first time, Muskaan felt what home could be.
Baby Mizaan
Mizaan leaned closer to her and whispered, “See? I told you. You’re not alone.”
Muskaan’s heart swelled. She wanted this feeling to last forever.
But just as she was leaving, Mrs. Khan gently kissed her forehead and said words that Muskaan would never forget:
ML's Mom
Child, remember…
sometimes Allah gives us a family not by blood, but by love.
And if Allah wills, one day, you and Mizaan will share a life far greater than friendship.
Muskaan froze, her eyes wide. Mizaan smirked proudly, as though the world already belonged to him.
At that moment, a sacred proposal was silently planted in both their hearts — one that destiny would nurture through years of trials, love, and obsession.
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🌙 A lonely orphan finally feels the warmth of family. But can love born in innocence survive the storms of time?
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Let's give you a small introduction.
Baby Muskaan
👧 Muskaan (Age: 6)
An orphan with eyes too innocent for the cruelty of the world.
She hides her pain behind silence, her smile fragile like glass.
Yet deep inside, she holds a strength that only destiny can reveal.
To her, Mizaan’s friendship is not just comfort — it’s survival.
Baby Mizaan
👦 Mizaan Shaikh (Age: 7)
The eldest son of the Shaikh family.
Even as a child, Mizaan carries a quiet authority — sharp eyes, protective nature, and a heart that knows loyalty.
He may be young, but when he says, “I’ll protect you,” his words feel like a vow written in stone.
ML's Mom
👩 Mrs. Shaikh — Nafeesa Shaikh
The heart of the family.
Gentle, graceful, and deeply nurturing, she treats every child like her own.
When she sees Muskaan’s loneliness, she takes her under her wing — proving that a mother’s love doesn’t need blood, only compassion.
Mizaan's Father
👨 Mr. Shaikh — Imran Shaikh
A respected businessman, known for his dignity and strong principles.
To his children, he is not just a provider but a guiding light.
He believes in kindness, and when he sees Muskaan, he welcomes her with fatherly warmth.
Baby Zeeshan & Rahil
👦 Zeeshan Shaikh (Age: 5)
The mischievous middle child. Always curious, always teasing, Zeeshan adds laughter to the Shaikh household.
He is quick to question, quick to argue, but his heart is as pure as his mischief.
👦 Rahil Shaikh (Age: 3)
The youngest — a ball of innocence.
Rahil follows his brothers everywhere, wide-eyed and giggling, the sunshine of the family.
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