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 huddled on the wooden cold bench in the black clutches of the night. My knees were tucked under my chin and my arms were wrapped tightly around my legs. I swallowed hard and waited for inspiration to hit me. Once I had cleared all the garden fences, I found myself out in the street at the top of my road. The air was silent, signaling the late hour of the night. I realized I had no money, no food and no jacket to keep me warm. In the rush of escaping my house, I hadn’t given much thought to these things. With no phone, I couldn’t call Fatima for help either. With nothing else to do, I wandered the streets until I reached the local park. It was locked tight for the day. Hoisting myself over the main gate, I entered the park and found a bench to rest on. I had to gather my thoughts and formulate a plan to get back to Vazar.


Chapter 44: The Revenge