Sila Novel By Aiman Khan Novels & Stories

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.

Sia reaches the hospital and resumes her duty. Her best friend Kiara tries to ask her why she cancels her holidays. But she ignores the topic, as she doesn't want to think about Abhimanyu. It’s been one week since their marriage. Sia spends most of her time out of the room whenever she returns to the room, Abhimanyu is either drinking or taking drugs. She wants to stop him from taking the drug, but now she learns her lesson and she won't want to poke her nose in his matter.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

I hope you understand the conclusion and the entire plot. Thank you once more for sticking with this book till the end. See you in my new novel, "Sierra Is Alive." It's a mystery romance, and I'm looking forward to seeing you there. I will be forever thankful to all of you, and I will work even harder than before on my next story. Lots of love, Aira Writes

I say pacing around the room, "Okay," she starts typing the words, "He read it," she says once she sends it, "And I am blocked," she sighs throwing her phone on her bed. Oh god, help me. "This was never supposed to happen. We were supposed to work together and we were supposed to win. Not the Silent Man," I pick up the book and throw it across the room while groaning. "God, why?! Why does this have to happen?!" I yell getting exasperated with every minute that passes by without Cyrus.