Whispers of a Bond
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Childhood is a fragile time. Some children play without worries, while others carry the weight of loneliness. Muskaan and Mizaan were not just two classmates — they were two souls meeting in a world that already felt too heavy for them. Their bond was not written in games or laughter, but in tears wiped away and promises made under school skies. 💔
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The school courtyard was noisy that morning — children chasing each other, laughter ringing in the air. But at the far end, beneath the neem tree, Muskaan sat quietly, her tiny fingers clutching the corner of her notebook.
Baby Mizaan
Mizaan spotted her instantly. “Why are you always sitting alone?” he asked, dropping his bag beside her.
Baby Muskaan
Muskaan glanced up nervously. “Because… no one likes me.”
Her words pierced Mizaan’s heart. He was still just a boy, but something about her sadness made him feel older and protective.
Baby Mizaan
“I like you,”
he said firmly, without hesitation.
Baby Muskaan
Muskaan’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
Baby Mizaan
“Yes,” Mizaan nodded.
“And I’ll always sit with you. Even if the whole world doesn’t.”
For the first time, Muskaan smiled — a small, fragile smile, like sunlight peeking through clouds.
From that day forward, wherever Muskaan went, Mizaan followed. He shared his lunch with her, defended her when older boys teased her, and even walked her orphanage sometimes.
One afternoon, when Muskaan dropped her books, Mizaan bent down to pick them up. Their hands touched for a brief second. Muskaan froze, shy, while Mizaan grinned.
Baby Mizaan
“See?” he said.
“Even your books like me.”
She laughed softly — a sound Mizaan realized he wanted to hear every day.
That night, Muskaan whispered a silent dua before bed:
Baby Muskaan
Ya Allah, please don’t take him away from me.
And Mizaan, lying awake in his own bed, promised himself:
Baby Mizaan
I’ll protect Muskaan. Always
They were too young to call it love, but the seed of something eternal had been planted.
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Author
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 friendship, love, and perhaps, a silent promise of forever. 💞
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