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

The night passed faster than I expected. I awoke to the sounds of various bird-like creatures singing at my window. I felt marginally better than the night before and was eager to learn the outcome of the elders. Vazar was already up and had left a note on his pillow.


Good morning love. Couldn’t sleep. Come find me. 


I washed up and dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt and left the room. Heading for the kitchen, I padded softly down the corridor towards the sounds of  hushed chatter speaking in a language I couldn’t understand.  Judging by their tone, I guessed it wasn’t good news. As I turned the corner, the chatter died down and several heads turned in my direction.


“Good morning, baby.” Vazar broke away from the group and came over to greet me.


I leant into his brief kiss and stepped back to see who else was in the room. There was Vazar’s parents and two other men who I hadn’t seen before.


“Hannah, let me introduce you to my brothers, Alekaan and Sahmar.” 


Chapter 39: The Enemy