Hannah is a young British-Pakistani girl living in East London. Her strict household makes it difficult for her to escape from the pressure of being a good daughter. One such pressure leads her on a fairy-tale romance with a guy she meets at the British Museum. He ticks all the boxes except one. He isn't human. He belongs to the realm of Jinns. 
Hannah soon discovers the guy she's falling in love with is a prisoner, bound to an ancient vase for 1000 years for a crime that wasn't entirely his fault. To release the love of her life from his sentence, Hannah must embark on a dangerous journey that will not only break her away from her own family but will also attract the attention of entities in the Jinn world that should never have learned how far a human will go to save the Jinn she loves. 

Don't Say the Jinn Word

I lay in the dark, listening to the beat of my racing heart. Vazar had also fallen asleep next to me and I ran my hand over the soft fabric of his shirt that covered his chest. He moaned softly, giving his approval. I had never slept next to someone before and I had to admit, I liked it.


As Vazar changed position, I studied his body and noticed there were slight differences between his body and a body of a human man.  His limbs and torso were all the same, but the differences were obvious in his eyes, which appeared to change colour. He also had elongated pupils that were unusual on any living human in our world. In between heated kisses earlier, I noticed Vazar’s teeth which grew fangs when he was excited. I touched the side of my neck, where a dull pain indicated two puncture marks that had broken my skin. I didn’t even notice it at first, but I knew that it would bruise tomorrow. 


Chapter 18: The Feeling