Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

14. His regret.

Waqas's POV
Fatima was such a caring person to me, after all I did to her.
"Why are you such a jerk, Waqas, why? How you couldn't notice the golden heart that you had for yourself only?" I my heart and brain scolded me in union.
Wow, they both were right, I am really an idiot for not noticing the angel I have married for.
I felt really better. It was one week since I was accepted in this hospital, and I was getting really bored. Thanks to Fatima though, I was not so bored. She recited Quran and we both prayed.
I noticed that she was not reading from any book while reciting, so I just decided to ask her.
"Why don't you read while reciting and how are you sure you recite correctly?" I whispered to her. She looked me with a smile on her face.
"wow, you noticed it now? After a week? My silly boy, I am a Hafiza I know the whole Quran." She said playfully slapping my hand. I just looked surprised and shocked. So not was I only a Hafiz, but so was she. I never knew that. Maybe because I haven't asked her, I never talked to her a lot. But I got to know her in this hospital more.
Such a strange place to know the people better right?
It was time for my discharge, finally. Fatima went to fill out the documents and we were ready to go home. She had already ordered a. Taxy.
Wen we reached home she helped me walk to our room.
I felt good when she was close to me. Her sense was driving me crazy, I wanted her. But not the way I have always done to her. This time I wanted her to want me too.
My senses kicked in when she left the room, leaving me sitting on the bed. She came an hour later, bringing something in her hands.
"This. Is. Uh, food." She was not confident enough to say it. Maybe she was that much scared of me, that her speech was damaged and how wouldn't she be? After everything I did to her. After all the pain I caused her.
It was time for my sorry words.
She came and left the food on the table. Right when she was on the way to leave I stopped her.
"Fatima?" I said, looking her back.
I never noticed her blond hair. She was different from all girls I have seen, all Pakistani once.
Maybe she was not a Pakistani, but raised by such family, who knows. I would ask her when she is fully trusting me.
"Ye... Yes." She said, stammering.
"Can you come, please?" I said.
Fatima came in front of me.
Her hijab was loosely on her head. I made her sit on the bed next to me. I surprised her and pulled her hijab out of her face, leaving it aside.
She looked at me with wide open eyes.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." I calmly said to her.
She returned her normal expression, which was nothing else but sadness.
"I. I don't know how to start. But. I wanted to tell you sorry for all I have done to you. And I know. I know it won't ease your pain or help you t o forget. But I promise I will help you to trust me, to be your best friend and then your husband, the one you have always dreamed of." I said to her, my last words coming out shakily, whispering.
"It. It's ok. I guess we can be friends. Or at least I can try to be your friend. I don't know about the other two things." She softly said to me, shocked and unsure of what's happening.
I looked at her, then I took the food and we both ate together.