Aanya never believed in old legends until the night she found a beautifully carved, antique mirror in her grandmother’s attic. When she wiped the dust off its surface, the room grew freezing cold, and the shadows on her wall began to stretch. Out of the darkness stepped Ashar—not a human, but a Jinn born of smokeless fire. He had been bound to that mirror for centuries. While Aanya was terrified at first, Ashar didn’t harm her. He just stared at her with eyes that held the depth of a thousand starry nights. For the first time in his immortal life, a Jinn felt a heartbeat.
