The Fear of Losing
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Childhood bonds are fragile — they can be shaken by the smallest storm. But sometimes, that storm proves just how unbreakable the bond really is. Muskaan had already lost a family; the thought of losing Mizaan too was unbearable. And for Mizaan, protecting Muskaan wasn’t just kindness anymore — it was his promise, his pride, his very heart. 💔🌸
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The school year was ending, and exams filled the air with tension. Students ran around with books and notes, whispering about results and holiday plans.
Muskaan, however, wasn’t worried about exams. She was worried about something else.
She overheard two boys talking near the canteen:
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Did you hear? Mizaan is going abroad for summer. His father is sending him to London to meet relatives.
Her heart dropped. 𝑴𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒂𝒏........ 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈??
That evening, when Mizaan came to sit beside her under the neem tree, Muskaan avoided his eyes.
Baby Mizaan
“What happened?” Mizaan asked, confused.
“Why are you so quiet?”
Baby Muskaan
“You’re leaving me,”
Muskaan whispered, her voice trembling.
Baby Mizaan
Mizaan blinked.
“What? Who said that?”
Baby Muskaan
“I heard… you’re going abroad,” she said, tears welling up. “You’ll forget me. Everyone forgets me.”
Mizaan felt a sharp ache in his chest. He had seen her cry before, but this fear in her voice was different — it was the fear of abandonment.
Baby Mizaan
Without thinking, he grabbed her hand.
“Muskaan, look at me.”
Her teary eyes lifted hesitantly.
“I don’t care where I go. I’ll never forget you,” Mizaan said firmly. “Even if I go to London, or America, or the moon — you’ll still be my best friend. You’ll always be Muskaan… 𝒎𝒚 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒂𝒂𝒏.”
Baby Muskaan
Muskaan’s lips trembled, but a tiny smile escaped. “Promise?”
Baby Mizaan
“Promise,” Mizaan said, holding out his pinky finger.
She hooked hers around his, sealing the deal.
Baby Muskaan
“Even if you leave me,” Muskaan whispered softly, “I’ll wait.”
Mizaan smiled, but deep down, he felt something strange — a heaviness in his chest. He didn’t want to admit it yet, but Muskaan wasn’t just his friend anymore. She was something… more.
That night, Muskaan cried herself to sleep, clutching the small notebook where she wrote Mizaan’s name secretly.
And Mizaan, staring at the ceiling in his room, clenched his fists.
Baby Mizaan
𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.
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The chapter closes with the two children, in separate homes, whispering the same prayer in their hearts —
“Please, Allah… don’t take us away from each other.”
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