Story:
Rayan's life was colorless. Wake up, work, sleep, repeat. But recently… things had started to change.
He heard whispers at night—soft, female, calling his name. Lights flickered. Mirrors reflected movements that weren't his. He was sure he was going crazy.
Then he met Zahra—first in his dreams.
A stunning woman made of smoke and flame, with eyes like molten gold. She said she'd watched him for years. That the world didn't deserve him. That only she truly loved him.
Rayan felt drawn to her—haunted, but enchanted. She made him feel alive again.
But soon… things went wrong.
Girls who got close to him started falling sick. His best friend was found collapsed, whispering gibberish with blood trickling from his ears.
Still, Rayan refused to believe Zahra had anything to do with it. He wanted her to be real… and safe.
Then one sleepless night, overwhelmed, Rayan wandered into a quiet, ancient church he'd never noticed before. The air was still. The darkness around him lifted like fog parting in sunlight.
There he met Malik.
Blue eyes, glowing skin, and a voice that felt like a forgotten prayer. Malik wasn't human. He was a jinn—but one who served Allah. A guardian.
> "You're marked," Malik said.
"A fallen jinnhiyah. Dangerous. She desires what no jinn is allowed—love with a human. She will ruin you."
But Rayan brushed him off. He left the church, refusing to believe. Zahra's pull was too strong.
That night, the voices became screams.
Zahra whispered, "You are mine, Rayan. No one else."
Days later, his mother came to visit.
Her hug broke him. He cried in her arms, finally feeling safe again. They spent a beautiful day together.
But Zahra watched.
She was jealous. Furious.
That night, at 9 PM, as Rayan's mother cooked dinner, Zahra struck.
A glass shattered in the kitchen. Rayan rushed in.
He saw her.
Her real form.
Hair like floating ash, skin like cracked black stone burning from within, eyes glowing like lava.
She was choking his mother. Her body hung lifeless before Rayan could act.
Zahra turned, smiling.
> "You are mine. No one else. Not even her."
Rayan ran—screaming, heart shattered—and drove to the church.
Malik was gone.
Rayan collapsed, sobbing. "Ya Allah… help me. Please."
He stayed there, broken, for two days.
On the third day, Malik returned.
Rayan begged for help. Malik hesitated—it was a moonless night, when darkness was at its most powerful.
But he agreed.
They returned to Rayan's apartment. Malik changed form—into a divine, glowing woman to distract Zahra. It worked. Zahra appeared, furious.
> "Another woman?! You betray me again?!"
She attacked. Malik fought back. Light clashed with shadow. Screams shook the walls. But Zahra's power grew stronger.
Malik began to falter.
Rayan remembered something—his grandmother's gift: a small bottle of Zamzam water, hidden in his drawer for years.
> "This will protect you," she once said, "when the world turns against you."
He grabbed it, whispered Bismillah, and splashed it on Zahra.
She shrieked. Her form began to melt, rage turning to agony.
Malik seized the moment.
> "We can't kill her," he said.
"But we can trap her… back where she belongs."
He prayed.
A portal tore open—a rift to the realm Zahra had escaped from. Screaming, cursing, Zahra tried to run.
But Malik dragged her in.
> "Don't forget what love is, Rayan," he said, just before the portal closed.
"It is meant to set you free. Not chain you in fire."
Then he vanished.
And never returned.
Rayan never saw Malik again.
No one knows what became of him. Some say he's still in the dark realm, guarding it. Others believe he sacrificed himself to keep Zahra locked away.
But sometimes… on moonless nights… Rayan still hears her whispering.
> "You're mine… always."