Wishpered Promises Of LoVE

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1 more year passed, 

    Things changed faster than anyone could imagine. Zeeshan's responsibilities towards the kingdom increased ten fold or we can say, Abu Tariq made him way more busy with all the political and economical issues of the realm. It was yet another vicious planning of Abu Tariq to keep him away from Zohra and Fayza. In order to prevent his father from harming his Zohi and Fay, Zeeshan also gave his one hundred percent in everything…not giving a single chance for Abu Tariq to complain. No matter how tiring, torturous and challenging the whole process was, Zeeshan bore it all just for the sake of his sister's. 

   Yet Abu Tariq was successful to some extent because Zeeshan could no longer spend his free times with his younger ones…and how would he? When he barely got any time even for himself after all the hectic work of the day. 

   But that could not create any difference in their bond. Zohra and Fayza still loved their Bhaijaan the most…while those two girls were Zeeshan's entire world. They would still enjoy their small amounts of time whenever they would get the chance to do so. Although Fayza at times would throw tantrums over the matter as to how their Bhaijaan had almost stopped meeting with them…but Zohra, being the mature one, the older one…she always kept on making her younger sister understand things. And Zeeshan was always thankful towards Zohra for everything. 

  There Zohra's life was going on quite smoothly…or in proper words, she learnt to make things easier for herself and her siblings. In the past years, Zohra understood things quite better…that much at least to understand the fact that until or unless you take a stand for yourself nobody would want to give you even those things which are rightfully yours. The more you would get suppressed, people would try to suppress you more. She learnt the reality in the hardest ways, she started acknowledging the proverb, which goes 'Nobody could save you, till you save your own self'. 

    It was not that she didn't trust Zeeshan enough, still she knew she needed to be stronger in order to survive….she needed to be the backbone, the trusted shoulder, the strength of her Bhaijaan. Instead of being his weakness, his reason to fear. 

    Zohra had beautiful aspirations…she wanted to be a successful entrepreneur one day. She wanted to set an example for all the girls. She wanted to prove to the world that a girl alone could win the entire universe…if only she is determined enough to do so. Girls' were not burdens, if given a chance they could also shine like stars and prove their worth…it was what she wanted to make the families which misbehaved with their girl child's…just because they were girls'. 

   And she was working hard taking continuous steps towards her dreams. She was not given the chance to go to school ever…even in the twentieth century, she was treated no less than just an object in her own family…getting defied time and again. It used to hurt her…way much more than it could ever be expressed. But she…she didn't let her deficiency get in her way of resolution. She started getting home-schooled by Zeeshan…with whom she had once expressed her desires. And her Bhaijaan left no stone unturned to fulfill her wishes. 

    As Zeeshan was busy now, Shahriar took up the responsibility to tutor Zohra…rather gladly. That guy literally left his own realm so that he could stay a little closer to the love of his life. Indeed Shahriar was one of the most brilliant students in his academic sessions. And he was the one Zeeshan could trust Zohra even with his eyes closed.

    "Zoh, can you please concentrate on the notebook instead of somewhere else,"Shahriar's deep voice broke Zohra's reverie. They were currently sitting in her chamber…Shariar was trying to make Zohra understand a topic. But from the very beginning, Zohra seemed so lost today. Zohra felt embarrassed at her own behavior…how could she be this attentive? What Shariar must be thinking about her?