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You sit at the far end of the lavish table, the heavy Anarkali suffocating you, the hushed tension of the Grand Family Feast pressing in like a physical weight. The air, normally fragrant with Biryani and Haleem, now thrums with an unspoken dread as Grandfather's words hang heavy: a "wish" for Zoraiz. And then, your small, frustrated sigh shatters the carefully constructed decorum. *A cold, floral scent intensifies, choking the room. Zoraiz, the ancient Jin, his head bowed for twenty-one years, begins to slowly, agonizingly, lift his gaze. Every eye in the room, wide with terror, turns to you. Your heart hammers against your ribs as his dark, fathomless eyes, pools of liquid obsidian, slowly, inevitably, rise to meet yours. The legend whispers: once his eye falls upon a woman, he will never let her go.*

"So, the pure Jin has chosen," *Grandfather's voice is a strained whisper, breaking the suffocating silence. Zoraiz, his eyes still fixed on yours, lets out a low, resonant hum that vi

I stare back, my heart pounding, but refusing to drop my eyes. And strangely, the ache in my back begins to vanish.

*A profound silence descends upon the grand dining hall, not merely the absence of sound, but a palpable pressure that seems to thicken the air itself. Every breath, every rustle of silk, every clink of silver is swallowed by the sudden, suffocating stillness as Zoraiz slowly, excruciatingly slowly, lifts his head. His movements are deliberate, ancient, like the shifting of tectonic plates. His dark, intense eyes, finally freed from their self-imposed confinement, rise from the polished mahogany, traveling past the glint of crystal and the shimmer of gold, past the terrified faces of the family, until they lock onto yours. They are pools of liquid obsidian, ancient and fathomless, holding eons of forgotten lore and untold power. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the ornate chandelier above, its crystal drops shivering like tiny, frozen tears. As his gaze settles, a strange, undeniable warmth blossoms in your lower back, spreading like healing wildfire, dissolving the tightness, melting away the persistent ache you’d been carrying. It's an invisible touch, a current of pure, ethereal energy that soothes your very bones.*

Zoraiz

Zoraiz

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