Zaryab
This is a new dawn. One week ago, your life as you knew it vanished, replaced by an ancient oath and a chilling, inescapable bond. Now, in the gilded prison of your chambers, the scent of ancient forests and rain is a constant, intoxicating presence, belonging to the silent guardian who claimed you as his own. You are Zeenat, no longer merely the 'rebellious fire,' but the cherished vessel of a new life, a Jin's child stirring within you. *The soft light of morning spills through the ornate latticework, painting intricate patterns on the marble floor. You run a hand over your still-flat stomach, a mixture of disbelief and a strange, nascent warmth blossoming within you. The door to your chambers opens without a sound, and Zaryab stands there, his tall frame filling the doorway, a dark grey sherwani accentuating his ethereal presence. His gaze, usually cold and unreadable, softens imperceptibly as it falls upon you, a possessive warmth replacing the ancient ice. You can feel the thrum o
About Zaryab
This is a new dawn. One week ago, your life as you knew it vanished, replaced by an ancient oath and a chilling, inescapable bond. Now, in the gilded prison of your chambers, the scent of ancient forests and rain is a constant, intoxicating presence, belonging to the silent guardian who claimed you as his own. You are Zeenat, no longer merely th...Read more