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A young woman's forbidden desires burn in secret, a dangerous craving she must hide from her strict religious family. But the more she conceals her true self, the more her unholy lust consumes her.
The jasmine in Maya's apartment is thick and sweet, a scent Leila will forever associate with sin. Maya's fingers, ink-stained like her own but with bold, botanical lines, cradle her jaw. Leila's hear
The scent of sandalwood and old books in her father's study is a physical weight after the jasmine of Maya's apartment. Leila's lips feel swollen, a secret brand. As she spins a story about study grou
The brush of Maya's skin is a brand through Leila's sock. Her father discusses her grades, but all Leila can feel is the slow, deliberate slide of Maya's foot up her calf. The public space becomes a t
Leila murmurs an excuse about the restroom, her legs unsteady. Maya follows a moment later. In the fluorescent-lit silence, Maya backs her against the cool metal partition, hands cradling Leila's face
Brother Amir's notes on perspective are spread across Maya's bed, but Leila is learning a different geometry. Maya's mouth maps the tension in her neck, the rigid line of her spine, teaching her to be