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XXXI: Squabble
Aslan rested his hand on the baluster, sipping slowly from the cup of tea he was holding, his shoulders tense as he gazed out into the dark starless night.
Running a hand through his hair, he let out an exasperated sigh before placing the cup back unto the saucer.
A lot was going through his mind and as the days passed by, he found it hard to concentrate. He was restless as he tapped his foot repeatedly on the floor, his mind masked with images he tried hard to forget.
Life was becoming beautiful for him; he smiled more and engaged in more conversations with his family. Things were beginning to fall in place for him and all that was thanks to a beautiful someone Azza wajjal blessed him with, in the name of Najmah Haroun.
She was an unexpected addition to his life who turned out to be one of the most significant decisions his Baba took for him and for that, he would be eternally grateful.
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