Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

6. Wallima

Waqas's POV
I woke up in a whole different possition of sleeping than before.  Woke up close to her.
It's the Wallima today, the completion of our marriage.
I got up, did wudu and prayed fajr.
I saw her praying next to me too after I finished my rayer.
I started preparing for work.
I war my suit, fixed my tie and went, leaving Fatima alone.
A part of me told me not to leave her, to tell her something but I didn't listen to this part of me and continued.
Fatima's POV
He left. He just left without saying even a word. I knew where he was going by the way he dressed. It was obvious it was to work.
I didn't know what to do. He didn't even have breakfast.
I went downstairs in the kitchen. Ammy showed me where all the supplies are, so me and Anam can cook.
I made a toast for myself and ate it so fast that I didn't understand when it happened.
After eating I just did my favorite thing, reading books and drawing. Some people say that I am so good at it that I have to consider the possibility of learning art in univercity. But little they knew that I am married now.
I took my phone. I thought long time before writing Waqas a message.
Me:
"Did you eat any lunch and when are you coming home?"
I waited and thought before sending the message.
Waqas:
"It doesn't matter. Don't even dare to write me I told you!"
On these words tears rolled down my cheeks. No one has ever said that they don't like care.
We prepared for the Wallima.
It was almost time. Waqas came home just as I was dressed and ready.
Waqas's POV
Her message from before didn't leave me to work. My business was failing and she was the one guilty for it.
I went home and there she was all ready.
In a beautiful saree, white and with gold embroidery on it. She even had a matching hijab.
I couldn't stop stairing her for a moment but then my senses kicked in and I immediately ran to the dressing room to change.
It would finish. All the rituals will be done today.
We went to the hall together, holding hands. Everybody was saying how much of a beautiful couple we were.
We just smiled fake smiles and received gifts and blessings.
I went to chat with some of my friends, while leaving Fatima somewhere, not caring who she is with.
Fatima's POV
He left again, leaving me in the middle of somewhere, with some strangers to talk to. The worst was that they were all aunties.
I just wanted him to finish chatting and come and take me home.
And my wish happened after a good five minutes of me and aunties talking.They eventually thought I am an angel at the end.
Before going with Waqas aunti Fatima said:
"You are like a fallen angel from Allah, never forget and this man should know it too. Just be blessed by Allah." I looked at her and shyly smiled.
Me and Waqas went home.
I tried to take off my saree but it was hopeless.
"Oh, Fatima, how are you going to ask him for help as you can't even mess in his life?" I said to myself, a tear on it's way.
"Um... Waqas. Can, you, please help me untie this?" I muttered stammering. He came without looking my eyes. And what would he see? A hurt, hopeless girl. Because that was all I was.
He helped me and went away.
I put on my night clothes, did wudu, prayed Isha and went to bed.
A/N
Sorry for the a bit late update I just sleep a lot. I even prayed fajr early so I don't miss out hahahaha. Cause I went to sleep at 2AM :) :) Another update soon when I am watching movies after two hrs or so. If you have any idea what to happen give it, although there is a plot to the story, I will be glad to hear other ideas too. Thanks and love youuuuuuu lot! Allah Hafiz.