In the gritty aftermath of a tragic incident involving Finn Shelby and a young Meskhetian Turk boy, Thomas Shelby finds himself entangled in an arranged marriage aimed at averting a potential gang war with the tight-knit Turkish community.
The clas...
The sun was just rising, Asya already took a bath and did her hair. Thomas was sleeping in his room very deep, but as Asya stormed in the room, his eyes opened in shock. It was an intentional disruptions to rouse Thomas from his peaceful rest.
She marched towards Thomas's cupboard, the old wooden floor creaking beneath her steps. Her fingers ran over his suits, her expression turning sour with each touch. She grabbed a handful of suits, tossing them carelessly onto the bed where Thomas lay confused rubbing his eyes.
Thomas: (groggily) What the bloody hell, Asya?
Ignoring his protest, she continued her search.
Asya: Looking for something, are we?
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Asya's voice dripped with sarcasm as she rifled through the clothes, muttering to herself.
Asya: Not this one. Definitely not. Ewww.
Thomas propped himself up on his elbows, squinting at her.
Thomas: What in God's name are you doing, woman?
Finally, Asya's hand landed on a particular suit, and a triumphant smirk crossed her face.
Asya: Ah, there you are.
She declared, holding it up as if it were evidence in a case.
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Thomas: (confused) What's the matter with you? And why are you going through my suits?
Asya: This one....
She declared, her voice dripping with a mix of annoyance and satisfaction.
Thomas squinted at the chosen garment, confusion etched on his face.
Thomas: What's the matter with that suit?
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