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

“Wakey wakey!” Amaara crashed through my door around 8am.


It was a Saturday morning and I wondered why she was up so early. 


“Go away!” I pulled the duvet above my head eager to get back into a deep, warm sleep. 


“Mama wants you downstairs. Akbar’s lot are coming for lunch today and you need to get up and help.”


“Who’s Akbar?” I opened one eye in curiosity.


“Your future husband, innit.” She called over her shoulder as she skipped out of the room.


I sat bolt upright. The deep sleep I was enjoying vanished as if cold water had been poured over my head. Bloody Akbar was the old man who my parents wanted me to marry. I had been so exhausted from yesterday’s ordeal that I had crashed straight into bed as soon as I closed the bedroom door. 


Chapter 30: The Proposal