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 vacuum around us whirled and tightened. There was no way I could keep my eyes open through the split-second journey from the hotel to my familiarity of my bedroom. The three of us materialized with a bang onto the threadbare carpet that I spent my childhood on.


Breathless from tele-porting two bodies, Vazar was unable to support the weight of us and all three of us crumped to the floor in a heap. It was Amaara who started giggling first, and her laugh was so infectious that both Vazar and I joined in, trying our best to remain quiet in case anyone was in the house.


“Ssh! Do you want us to get caught?” I said slapping at both their shoulders.


We managed to contain our laughter and compose ourselves enough to stand upright and take stock of the situation. The house was still, no movement from the space below us. Slowly I walked towards the door and cracked it open. The air was silent, signaling the coast was clear. 


Chapter 48: The Family Feud