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 sat sipping my tea on the back deck of Vazar’s parents’ garden. The evening sun had just set, and the sky was lit with deep purple hues specked with golden flecks that I guessed were distant stars.


“It’s so peaceful out here,” Amaara sighed, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand.


“It sure is,” I inhaled the scent of wildflowers that blew down the hill. 


“Can you believe I’ve been here for a month already?” Amaara picked up her tea and took a small sip.


Both of us were out in the garden enjoying the spectacular sunset. It had become a little tradition of ours to spend sunset together. After my kidnapping, Vazar’s parents advised us not to leave the house alone and, in an effort not to upset them, we spent most of our time at home, unless we were accompanied by Vazar or his family. We didn’t mind sitting at home during the day as we were used to it – our parents never took us anywhere, so we were comfortable to spend time in each other’s company. 


Chapter 49: The Party