Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

Part title 5. Me and himyy, his home

5. Me and him, his home
— sorry for the title part mistake. Stupid inaccessible fields again. I am gonna write a feedback to Wattpad.
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Fatima's POV
We reached Waqas's and Ahmad's home.
I was amazed of the way it looked.
It was all made of glass..
It looked like a palace to me, compared to the home I lived in.
The living room had two huge couches which were from the one to the other window.
They probably had a 32inch screen TV on the opposite wall of the room.
Not only me, but Anam was mezmorized too.
"Come on girls, we know our house is cool. But if we stop at one place only, how are you going to see the whole beauty?" Ahmad teased us.
"Oh, yeah, we are sorry." Anam said guiltily. I just nodded and we continued our toor.
We finally got to upstares which meant that we are going to our last destination. Our rooms.
"Ya Allah, please, protect me from the anger of this person." I said to myself and recited a dua, blowing up on Anam and Ahmad.
"Well, guys, it's the time to separate here." Ahmad said and my heart went all in pain, while Anam giggled and Waqas smirked.
Anam and Ahmad went to their room. Waqas went to ours too.
"Come on! What are you waiting for??" He coldly said looking at me with cold expression. I entered in the room, scared of what might happen and what's in his mind.
"I haven't got any precious time to occupy with you, so just go to bed and sleep. That will be our life. You do your stuff, and I do my stuff. Don't dare try to mess up in my life. Did you understand?" He coldly said, gritting his teeth, looking coldly at me. I looked him scared and mumbled an ok.
I felt like I had got no voice to tell anything more.
"Why did I agree to get married? Why to this person? Why Allah, why?" I said to myself. And then I remembered that it was for Anam's safety. Then I just accepted my destiny.
I removed my heavy dress after going to the bathroom, removed my make-up.
I took a shower. I prayed Isha and recited Quran before falling asleep.
That's gonna be my life from now on. And the wallima is tomorrow which means that our marriage is going to be complete.
I fianlly fell into a deep slumber, thinking of what will the future bring me, and with the prayer and name of Allah on my mouth. As it's said that whatever we are doing, laying, standing, working, sitting, etc we should remember Allah.
Waqas's POV
I know my words hurt that girl. But all my business starting suffering the day I collided with her.
I started doing my work after I changed my clothes.
She agreed on not interfearing in my life.
I felt tired. I went to the bathroom, did wudu and prayed Isha, the night prayer.
I prayed for everybody's happiness, for the success of my business, but I didn't pray for that stupid girl nor her family, even though her sister was my sister-in-law.
After praying I just layed on the other side of the bed. Thankfully it was wide enough so that I don't even be close to her.
I fell into a deep slumber with the thought of getting her out of my life as soon as possible.
AN
The authr says that she won't be removed out of his life soon, indeed, he will want her but is it going to be too late for regrets or she is going to accept? No one knows.
Sorry for the big A/ns Allah Hafiz!