Demon's Host - 4

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After the best afternoon nap, Ashwin woke up, he stretched his arms while his eyes were still half closed, rubbed his hand on his messy hair, yawned his sleep away, he walked to the washroom.He knew that he was supposed to study but no, it had never been his cup of tea for the last two years, so he sat on his chair, his hand lay on the table, his fingers rolled at his smartphone, scrolling YouTube, this time he had opened YouTube for class twelfth chapters but before he can put that on the search bar, his finger already