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Asahd's POV:

I was in a great mood for the rest of that day that had started off in the wrong manner. Djafar, my parents and some employees had asked me about my wrapped hand and blood stained knuckles and I had to come up with some believable story to tell them. They believed.

I couldn't help it but be in a great mood. I'd never worried about anything and even more now that Saïda had confessed to me. What made me even more happy was what I'd heard her say to Noure, ...