STORY 10 :
MUHABBAT E JIN
Here’s a haunted love story about a “muhaabat e jin” who falls for a girl and wants to take her away forever.
PART 1 : THE LOVE THE HIDDEN
ONE
It began on a dusky evening, when Aaliya, an 21 year old university girl, wandered alone through the ancient shrine near her town.
The breeze was strangely warm, carrying the scent of incense and old roses.
She didn’t know that at that moment, unseen eyes had fallen upon her eyes belonging not to a man, but to a jin named AWAR.
AWAR was no ordinary jin.
He was a mahaabat e jin a spirit cursed and blessed to fall deeply, desperately in love with a human.
Once he had chosen his beloved, nothing could break that bond… except possession or death.
That night, Aaliya dreamed of a shadowy figure, watching her from the corner of her room.
His eyes glowed faintly golden his voice was like a forgotten melody whispering her name.
She woke up with her heart racing and her hair strangely tangled, as if invisible fingers had touched it.
Days turned into weeks, and the signs grew stronger.
Mirrors in her house began to fog from the inside, spelling out her name.
Perfume she didn’t own lingered in her room at midnight.
And sometimes, just before falling asleep, she’d feel a weight settle beside her on the bed.
Then came the night of the full moon.
Aaliya couldn’t sleep.
She stepped into the courtyard, her long hair flowing loose.
A cold wind wrapped around her like an embrace, and she heard a whisper:
“Aaliya… finally, you see me.”
Before her stood AWAR tall, hauntingly beautiful, with eyes that seemed to burn with longing and sorrow.
His face was almost human, but too perfect, too still.
“Who are you?” she breathed.
“The one who loves you beyond this life… and the next.”
She wanted to run, but her legs felt heavy, her heart pounding yet calm at the same time.
His voice was pulling at something deep inside her.
“You belong with me, Aaliya. Where death cannot part us.”
She shook her head, tears spilling, but he only stepped closer.
The shadows around them thickened hiding them from the world.
In that moment, she saw flashes of his loneliness centuries of watching humans love and lose, always yearning always alone.
And now he had chosen her.
Before she could speak, AWAR’s hand brushed her cheek cold as night.
“Don’t be afraid. You are already mine.”
PART 2 : IN THE ROOM OF ROSES
AND SHADOWS
The room smelled of dried roses and burnt incense.
Heavy velvet curtains kept the moonlight out, while dozens of small oil lamps glowed, casting trembling shadows on the carved wooden walls.
In the center stood an old bed, draped in silk sheets the color of deep wine, embroidered with silver threads.
Tiny glass charms hung above the headboard, swaying gently as if stirred by breath that wasn’t there.
Aaliya sat on the bed, her long hair falling over her shoulders like a dark veil.
Her wide, haunted eyes reflected the flickering lamps.
Her hands clutched the edge of the mattress, knuckles pale.
Behind her, on the other side of the bed, stood AWAR…
He didn’t look fully real his outline wavered slightly in the lamplight, but his gaze was steady, burning with longing.
The air around him seemed colder, as though the shadows belonged to him.
His hand hovered near the bedpost, close enough to touch her, yet he didn’t.
On the walls hung delicate garlands of jasmine, now half-wilted.
A cracked mirror reflected both of them her figure solid and trembling his form darker, edges dissolving into mist.
“You have nothing to fear,”
he whispered, voice low as wind through ruins.
“This room… this world… will keep us together, always.”
Aaliya shivered, torn between terror and a strange, magnetic pull that made her heart ache.
Outside, the wind moaned around the old house, but in this room of roses and shadows, time itself seemed to hold its breath.
POEM : WHISPERS OF THE
HIDDEN ONE
I have walked through ashes,
through centuries of night,
Burned by the stars, unseen by your sight.
Yet your breath awoke me, your shadow called mine,
In silence, I loved you, beyond death, beyond time.
Your name on my tongue tastes of blood and of prayer,
In the hollows of darkness, I find you still there.
O beloved of mortals, O lantern of clay,
I will bind us together, where spirits decay.
You will drink of my sorrow, you will wear my despair,
Yet in my haunted embrace, know none shall compare.
For even the grave cannot take you from me,
And the living shall envy the dead that you see.
PART 4 :
POEM:
OATH OF THE UNSEEN
In darkness, you bloomed; in silence, you called,
Now your soul is my kingdom, your breath is my thrall.
No prayer shall unbind you, no dawn break this spell,
For love born of shadow is love born of hell.
Her heart beat so hard it almost hurt.
Each word felt like it branded itself into her bones cold, sweet, terrifying.
Part of her wanted to scream and run,
but another part,hidden deep in the quiet corners of her soul, shivered with strange longing.
The world beyond that room felt distant, blurred.
All that was real now was his voice, the perfume of old roses,
and the haunting certainty that escape was no longer hers to choose.
……
The earth seemed to vanish beneath her feet.
Aaliya felt her soul tearing away from her body pulled into the unseen world where no human rules apply.
The last thing she saw was her own empty body collapsing gently to the courtyard stones.
They say that sometimes late at night a girl with long hair can be seen wandering near the shrine her eyes distant a golden light glowing faintly within them.
And behind her in the shadows, a tall figure watches protectively.
“They are together now Forever and ever”
And now you yes yes you don’t you even dare to start thinking about falling in love with jinaat….