Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

1. Preparing for Anam's engagement and colliding with the future.Part title

Fatima's POV
My alarm for Fajr rang.
I imediately woke up.
I went to the bathroom, did wudu and prayed.
After praying I just recited quran. Everybody liked to listen while I was reciting it. They say that I am blessed from Allah with a beautiful voice. I didn't really believe them. I knew and thaught that all made by Allah is beautiful. Therefore they are beautiful too. I followed all my parents tell me. I respected all elders. But let's stop analizing me. Today is my sister's engagement. I am sad and happy at the same time my twin my soulmate is going to another family.
"What am I doing without Anam, Ayesha?" I said while I was helping Anam with my younger sister. "I know. Now I can't confuse you anymore. There will be no pranks." Ayesha said and looked at me with teary eyes.
"Oh! Stop crying sweeties. I will come and see you. I will think new pranks by that time." Anam cheerfully said. Then she pulled her two sad sisters into a bone crushing hug.
All my family looked differently than me. They told me that they found me on the street and took me home. From then I am their child. Anam and Ayesha are my sisters and friends. I thank Allah every night and in every prayer for blessing me with such family.
"Hey, what are you thinking about, Fatima?" Anam asked with a smile plastered on her fave.
"Nothing." I said. I didn't want to tell her I was thinking about my past.
We were finally ready. We went downstairs. Got into the car and drove to the mall.

In the mall me and Anam went to search for an engagement ring.

A person was coming against me, probably busy in his phone. I was ajusting my hijab when.

"Woops. Um. I am sorry." We collided, his phone went flying on the floor. He stared me with face full of anger.

"How dare you to not see where you go? See now. My phone is on the floor, my business meeting is probably failed. And it all because of you." He said still staring me. At a sudden he held my wrist tight.

"You will pay for what you did. Did you understand?" He whispered, but the whisper sounded more like a growl.

I felt like my tears are on the way to come out but I didn't want to show that I am weak in front of him.

"How dare you to speak like that tome? Who are you? Are you God? I will answer you. You're just an errogant, rich businessman, like all rich people out there." I said, straightening my back.

"Hmmm. We will see who I am. We will see."

With that saying he left me. I saw my wrist and it had a red fingerprints from his grip.

"Paagal Pakistani. Rich, errogant idiot." I said to myself and continued my way.

I met my sisters and best friend and we went from their. We went home and started preparing for the engagement.