Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

4. Nikka

Fatima's POV
Well, it's the nikka today.
Anam is so happy, and makes me happy too. I even forgot Waqas's words.
We were getting ready.
I went to my room and I changed into my weadding dress.
It was a beautiful white and red dress with all kinds of shining stones on it.
I was waiting for the make-up artist with Anam.
When I left the oom she looked at me with an Wow mouth.
"Mashaallah, you look beautiful, stunning, hot Fatima." she said. I pinched her cheek.
"Ouch! What did I say now?" She said with a pout.
"Look yourself, don't look at me. You looke more beautiful than me sweetie." I said, hugging her.
"Waqas will fall for you when he sees you baby girl." Anam said and looked at me from top to bottom.
"Ha! Who says it? Ahmad will fall for you too big sis." I said, looking at her the same way.
"Woo hoo! The make-up artist is here" Ayesha excitedly said.
"Hey, little girl! Are you trying to send us away faster so that you can have all the love from mom and dad and also all the chocolates for yourself?" me and Anam said in union.
"Come on! You know that you have all the love anyway, because you are the youngest of us." I said to Ayesha hugging her. She looked at me sadly and a tear fell from her eye. I immediately wiped it with my thumb.
"No crying baby sister, we will always be here, in your heart." I said, showing her her heart and putting my hand on it. She finally smiled.
The three of us hugged in a group, then we went to the make-up artist, so we could get our make-up done.
The artist finished and congratulated both of us, saying that we both look so beautiful, just like angels.
"Thank you a lot for getting our make-up done, Asma, hope we can be friends too." I said, looking hopefully at her. She agreed and we exchanged our phone numbers, so we could message each other.
We even invited her to our nikkas and she came. By the time until the groom's side came we were good friends already.
The time came and we went to the women's secion. Even there I didn't remove my hijab, just losely hung it over my shoulders.
It was time to be asked if we agree to marry.
It was Waqas's time to be asked.
"What if he refused? What if he cancels the marriage in the last moment?" I thought to myself.
The Imam asked him for the first time.
There was silence.
After some time he repeated his question, and Waqas repeated with a yes. He asked him the other two times and he replied.
A tear rolled from my eye and felt on my left finger.
"Ya Allah! That's a sign from you that I should get married for this person." I let out a sigh.
I replied with yes the three times without hesitating.
We signed the nikka papers. We were ready to go to Waqas's home.
We were saying our goodbies to family and friends. We were too sad.
But, it was time, so we went to his car and drove off.