Eye's Of The Jinn

Eyes of the jinn

The dimly lit streets of Panaji buzzed with life as Ayaan walked out of his black SUV. His boss’s voice still echoed in his ears, but his mind wasn’t on the job for once. It was on her.

The girl with long hair and glasses. He had seen her too many times to call it a coincidence. At the café, by the beach, even outside his safehouse. Yet, he never approached her. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she read. Maybe it was because she wasn’t afraid of him, unlike others.

And then, as if destiny had grown impatient, it happened.

Ayaan turned a corner inside a restaurant, and—

Thud!

She crashed into him, knocking over the coffee in her hand.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—” Her words trailed off as she looked up at him.

His eyes. They were unlike anything she had seen. Piercing, golden-hued with a mysterious depth. Like fire trapped in glass.

Ayaan smirked. “You should be more careful, Miss…?”

She adjusted her glasses, clearly flustered. “Sana. And you should watch where you’re going, too.”

“Not my fault you walked into me. Were you too lost thinking about me?” He leaned slightly closer, his voice teasing.

Sana scoffed, trying to mask the blush creeping onto her face. “Excuse me, I don’t even know you.”

Ayaan chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Not yet, but I’ve seen you around.”

“You… what?” She blinked. “Are you stalking me?”

He smirked. “Let’s just say… I have a habit of keeping an eye on interesting things.”

“You mean people?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

As days passed, their encounters became intentional. Flirty banter, stolen glances, and something neither of them dared to name. But Ayaan remained distant, never revealing too much. Until one evening, when he confessed his truth.

“I’m not like others, Sana,” he said, sitting on the sand beside her. “I have something inside me—something not human.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

Ayaan let the air swirl around his fingers, his golden eyes flickering like embers. “I have the blood of a Jinn.”

Sana gasped, but strangely, she wasn’t afraid. “That explains your eyes…” she murmured.

He looked at her, amused. “You like them?”

“I—” She hesitated before admitting, “They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Ayaan smirked. “Careful, Sana. If you keep saying things like that, I might actually believe you like me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Cocky much?”

But as time passed, reality crept in. His world was not one she could be part of. And then came the news—he had to leave for Dubai, permanently.

The night before his departure, they met one last time. He was as unreadable as ever, but there was something softer in his gaze.

“You’ll disappear just like that?” she whispered, the ocean breeze playing with her hair.

“I have to.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I don’t even have a way to contact you.”

Ayaan reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t need to. I’ll always be watching.”

“Through those beautiful eyes of yours?” she joked, trying to mask her pain.

He gave a small smile, rare and almost sad. “Exactly.”

Then, just like that, he was gone.

Days turned to weeks, and Sana waited. But then she heard the whispers—the man with golden eyes had vanished. His powers, gone. His connection to her, lost.

And yet, in crowded streets and quiet corners, she still felt the weight of his gaze.

Would he ever return?

Or was their story meant to remain unfinished?

The End… or just the beginning?