Novels by Fadira Husayn

Aaira’s back was still against the bathroom door when Keiran finally stepped away. The room felt ten degrees hotter, the air thick with something she couldn’t name. Her heart was drumming so hard she thought Zora might hear it when she came back.Keiran straightened, his expression shuttering. Whatever had flickered in his eyes a moment ago — hunger, frustration, something darker — was gone. In its place was the cool, controlled man she’d first met.“Change back out of the uniform,” he said quietly. “Zora will help you with the rest.”He didn’t wait for a reply. The door clicked behind him and she was alone again.Aaira pressed her trembling fingers to her lips. They were bruised, tingling, her thoughts a tangle of confusion and something she refused to name. She’d never been kissed before. She’d never even been this close to a man before. And Keiran was…her uncle. Her guardian. The one person she was supposed to be safe with.She had just finished changing back when Zora stepped in,

The kitchen went deathly silent. The sound of Camille’s heels, the hum of the refrigerator, even Fabian’s teasing energy, all of it seemed to vanish the instant that deep voice cut through the air.Aaira turned slowly. Standing in the doorway was Keiran himself. Jude was the one who stopped whatever madness Camille was about portraying. His suit jacket was gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His tie hung loose around his neck, and a faint smear of blood stained one cuff, leftover from the warehouse chaos he’d just left behind. His eyes were hard, but there was something else flickering behind them, a storm only he knew.He crossed the tiled floor with measured steps, each one echoing against the marble. The room seemed to shrink as he approached. He didn’t look at Camille at first. His gaze went straight to Aaira, then to the raised hand still caught mid-air.“Lower it,” he said, voice low but carrying enough force to make Camille’s friends retreat a step.Camille snatch

“Jude, get the car ready!” Keiran barked as he stormed down the stairs. Jude, already briefed on the attack, wasted no time following orders.Within minutes, they arrived at the large warehouse in the South Eastern part of the city.The sight that met Keiran made his blood boil. Bodies of his men were sprawled across the concrete floor, some groaning in pain, others lifeless. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the sharp tang of smoke and oil. Crates were overturned, and shattered glass glinted in the dim light.“Work carefully! Avoid mistakes! What part of that don’t you understand?” he roared, voice echoing off the metal walls.“Apologies, boss,” one of the men stammered, clutching a bleeding arm. “We didn’t think—”“Of course you didn’t think!” Keiran snapped, stepping closer, jaw tight. “Do you expect the enemy to announce their attack? ‘Hey, we’re coming today—don’t kill our men!’?”The men bowed their heads in shame, the weight of failure pressing down on them. Lives had been

Aaira woke to the quiet hum of the estate, sunlight filtering weakly through the heavy drapes. Her heart still raced from the events of the night before. Every corner of the house seemed alive, full of unspoken rules and shadows that watched her every move.Before breakfast, she slipped into the bathroom, seeking the comfort of a warm shower. The water ran over her skin, but it couldn’t wash away the memory of Keiran’s touch from yesterday. She shivered as she remembered his hand at her waist, the heat of his proximity, the low, deliberate tone of his voice.Her cheeks burned at how it had made her feel strange tingling sensations that left her both frightened and confused. She had never been this close to a man, never experienced such a mix of intimidation and… something else she didn’t have a name for. She pressed her hands to her chest, clutching her mother’s locket, wishing it could shield her from the feelings she didn’t understand.The water cooled, and reluctantly, she stepped

It had been almost seventeen years since she last saw her uncle, as such she didn't know what to expect. But she didn't expect this. Muscular skin stretched across a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his tattooed arms. He was handsome with that dangerous edge. Messy dark hair, striking blue eyes that seemed to see into her soul and a sharp jawline. Aaira’s legs felt like lead as she stepped further into the office, her hands gripping the straps of her suitcase so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The room was impossibly large, lined with dark wood panels, shelves of books, and artifacts that seemed to watch her with silent judgment. A faint glow from a single lamp cast long shadows across the polished floor, making the room feel both grand and threatening.Keiran didn’t rise from his chair. He didn’t move a muscle except to set down the glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. His dark eyes lifted slowly, studying her from the corner of his o

“You’re leaving tonight,” her father said firmly, his fork clinking against the porcelain plate. He didn’t even look up when he said it, as if her life was a matter decided without the need for her opinion. “Your uncle has agreed to take you in. The car will be here by eight.”For a moment, Aaira thought she had misheard him. But the stern look on his face told her she heard him correctly. Her spoon slipped from her fingers, landing in her soup with a small splash that stained the edge of her sleeve.“Leaving?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Papa, what do you mean? Tonight?”Finally, her father raised his eyes, sharp and unyielding. The lines on his face seemed deeper than usual, his mouth set in a grim line. “You’re not a child anymore, Aaira. It’s time you learned to live outside these walls. Your uncle will give you discipline, structure, and exposure to the real world. You need to see more of the world”. More of the real world? She has lived all her life under her father's