XXXVII: Making Plans

For the next couple of days, Aslan and Najmah frequented their visit at their uncompleted building. Najmah continued painting the walls of her room even though she complained about being tired at the end of the day. Aslan would help her too and by the end of the week, she was done painting her room.

And in those days, she hadn't received any texts from her pretentious ex-fiancé. Life was going on well for her or so she thought.

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Najmah sat by the fireplace, her legs tucked underneath a blanket as her slender fingers glided through the soft pages of the book she was reading. A smile tugged at her lips with each word she read before her face contorted into confusion and then anger before stretching into a smile again.

Aslan leaned into the door frame, watching her expressions with amusement. Watching her read had become one of his latest past times