"Huh," she exclaimed with heavy breathing, feeling cold and warm simultaneously. She had been transformed into a jinn.
"I am a jinn," she thought to herself as she walked, her naked body seemingly enveloped in magical attire that grew more beautiful by the moment. "I don't know who created me, but I am certain that I was made to love someone with all my heart and soul, to assist them in every way I possibly can." Her every step was filled with a newfound sense of purpose and wonder as she embraced her identity as a mystical being. She was Priyatama, the devoted jinn.
Her body grows warm with anticipation as she thinks of the endless possibilities. "I am Priyatama," she says, "and I am here to love and serve."
The whispers of the students follow her like a siren's song, but she remains unfazed, her mind focused solely on Jain and the future they're about to share.
Four years ago, a jinn named Priyatama came into being from the magical world of jinns. She was made to care for and love someone named Jain. Priyatama was supposed to meet Jain after two years, but she decided to wait longer to help him more.
As she watched Jain from a distance, she noticed his growth and success. Her desire to assist him grew even stronger. Now that she's with him, she feels so proud of all his amazing achievements. Priyatama has been working hard without him knowing, using her special jinn powers to help him become successful.
The rules for jinns like her say that she can't let humans see her powers. This can be tough, especially since she loves Jain so much. Priyatama feels sad because she can't show him who she really is. She can't tell him about her love or the magical things she can do.
But she's a patient jinn. She believes that true love needs to be understood and accepted. So she waits for the right time to show herself to him. Until that day comes, she will keep being his secret helper, always there for him but never taking the credit.
As we begin our meal, the delightful scent of butter chicken wafts through the room, making everyone feel at home. Abhi speaks up with a cheeky smile, "Mom, do you know who was the first person my brother had a crush on?"
I almost spit out my food. "Abhi, come on, not now," I say, giving him a stern look.
Mom's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Ooh, who was it? Tell me!"
I swallow hard and try to seem casual. "Mom, it's nothing big, just someone I thought was nice," I reply.
Abhi giggles. "Sure, she's pretty, but you look at her in a special way!" he teases.
Mom looks happy. "It's nice that you guys can share these things," she says, moving on to another topic.
Once we finish dinner, everyone goes to their own places to relax. As I'm lying on my bed, I keep thinking about the special moment I had with Priyatama today. When she touched me, it felt like a little shock that was really nice. Her touch makes me feel tingly all over, even when she's not around anymore. It's like she left a warm, happy feeling in me that doesn't go away. I shut my eyes and remember her, and it's like I can still smell her sweet smell in the room. This makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside because there's something really interesting and close between us.
The next day at college, I can feel the anticipation in the air as I approach the gates. To my surprise, Priyatama is waiting for me, a radiant smile lighting up her face the moment she sees me. She's dressed in a simple yet elegant salwar kameez that accentuates her jinn grace.
"Good morning," she says, her voice like a melody that resonates deep within me.
The entire college seems to hold its breath as she speaks, but her gaze remains solely on me, as if I'm the only person in the world who matters. I can't help but return her smile.
"Good morning," I reply, trying to keep my cool amidst the stares and whispers.
"Good morning," Ratika greets us as she and Abhi join us, the warmth of her smile not quite reaching her eyes as she looks at Priyatama. It's clear she's trying to figure out the dynamic between us.
"Looks like we're all here," Abhi says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm going to go ahead, though. You two have a good time," he says, leaving us alone with a knowing look.
Ratika nods, "Yes, coming," she says, her gaze flicking between us. She seems to be waiting for an explanation, a hint of jealousy coloring her voice.
"We will be going then, big brother," she says, placing a gentle hand on my arm before following Abhi.
"Okay," I reply, watching as they walk away.
"Is this your first day as a real college student?" I say, keeping things breezy.
"It sure is," she answers, her grin growing. "I can't wait to learn all about college life. And you're the perfect person to show me around!" she tells me, her eyes shining with excitement.
It makes me feel good, like I really matter to her. "I'd love to help," I say, hoping my voice doesn't shake.
As we stroll to class, whispers swirl around us, but today they don't bother me as much. It's like everyone's watching us, curious about the new girl and me, the well-known blogger.
"I've been checking out your blog," she says, getting closer. "It's so wise and helpful."
Her compliment makes me happy. "Thank you," I reply, blushing a bit. "I just want to help people."
"And you do," she says with conviction. "More than you might think."
As we talk, I can't help but feel an intense attraction to her. Maybe it's because of the jinn power or maybe it's just because she's so amazing, but every moment I spend with her, it just feels like she's becoming more and more irresistible to me.
"Thanks," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "But what's so fascinating about me?"
Her eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, it's like she's peering into my soul. "Everything," she says, her voice soft. "Your blog, your kindness, your strength...Your Face," She blush a little.
The way she says it, it's like she really sees me, sees the real me. And it's easy to get lost in her words, to believe that she's sincere.
"You like my face?" I ask with a teasing smile, feeling my own cheeks heat up.
"Yes," she says without hesitation, her voice as smooth as honey. "But it's not just your face. It's everything about you. Your voice, your eyes, your body." She stops and looks around, as if realizing she's being a bit too forward. "I mean, I like everything about you," she clarifies, a blush staining her cheeks.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I can't help but blush too. "Well, that's very flattering," I manage to say, trying to keep my cool. "But I'm sure you're just saying."
She laughs, and the sound is like music to my ears. "Maybe," she admits. "But I really do enjoy your company, Jain."
We walk in silence for a few moments, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. Then she speaks up again, "And your singing last night was incredible."
"Thanks," I murmur, feeling a warmth spread through me. "It's just a hobby."
"A very talented one," she insists. "And your piano playing...it's like you're speaking to my soul."
I swallow hard, her words resonating deep within me. "It's nothing compared to your violin playing," I reply, hoping she doesn't hear the tremor in my voice.
"Really?" she says with a smile.
"You're playing like a pro, of course," I told her.
Priyatama blushed a little.
"I'd really enjoy playing one for your song," Priyatama said.
"I'd love to sing for you," I replied with a laugh.
It made me happy to see Cuyler make her feel that way. I often wonder if jinns can't be like humans, but no one would ever guess she's a jinn.
"Hey, before I take you to see all the classes, would you like to visit the cafeteria?" I inquired as we approached the dining hall.
"Sure, I'd love to," she replied with a smile, seemingly quite happy with the idea.
As we stepped into the cafeteria, all eyes were drawn to Priyatama. It was evident from the way everyone was looking at her that she was quite a sight to behold.
"Here, let me show you a table," I offered.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed as she took a seat at the table.
"I'll go get us some coffee," I told her and headed off to the office.
While I was gone, I could see that everyone was captivated by Priyatama's beauty. She truly stood out like a diamond in an iron shop, with all the students and faculty members admiring her.
Now, I might be exaggerating a bit, but she really was quite stunning.
When I returned with the coffee, she greeted me with a wide smile. "Thank you," she said, taking a sip.
As we sat down, we began to chat about various topics, ranging from college life to personal stories about ourselves.
Our friends' whispers become softer as we walk further along the hallway. It feels like we're in a special place that's just for us. She has this magical way of capturing my attention, and I don't mind it at all.