Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

23. Giving him myself completely.

Fatima's POV
My belly was growing and so my craving for different foods.
The thing though was that Waqas is always here and fulfilling all my wishes.
He is really changed and I guess I can trust him and get onto the train of love.
I was making some pancakes for breakfast when Waqas came.
"Why are you making breakfast? I guess you are supposed to be resting right?" He said. I turned around and looked at him sadly.
"If I didn't cook, then what would I do?" I said giving him a fake bored expression.
"Ok, you can do all you want, except carrying heavy things. Because I don't want my two most precious things to get hurt." He said, giving me a wide smile.
I lowered my gaze and my expression changed to a shocked one.
Precious, most? 'Wait what
' No, no that's not true. I'm not in love in him neither he is in me.'
He took a few pancakes and left for office.
The whole day I was thinking over his words while doing my chores.
I decided to make a romantic dinner. Because I wanted us to be like a normal married couple.
I wanted to close the page of fear, depression and stress which he was giving me by getting close to me.
I put the candles on the table and made his favorite Biryani.
I was dressed in a royal blue dress, with a matching hijab. I war the hijab in front of him for now, until I am sure in myself and if I can completely believe in him.
Finally, the door clicked open which meant that Waqas was back from work.
I heard him going upstairs. After hearing the sound of the shower, I went to our room. But it was locked.
I got some what worried. But then went downstairs thinking that he locked probably for privacy and there's nothing to worry about.
After 15 minutes Waqas came downstairs.
He sat on the chair next to me.
I served us food.
"Hmmm. I guess I have never complimented your food right?" He said, giving me a sheepish smile.
"No, you haven't. And that's why I'm angry at you and offended, and not talking to you, and..." He cut me off, pulling me closer to him.
I knew it was the moment to respond back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, while he was holding me by my waist.
I smelled his sense. I loved it.
I was getting shy. And put my head on his chest in an attempt of hiding my red face.
But Waqas lifted my chin, so I could look at him.
"Fatima I. I love you. And I hope one day you love me back just the way I do, or even more.
Then he came closer to me. His eyes on my lips.
"Can I?" He said, giving me a questioning look.
I closed my eyes as a positive signal, and then he put his little bit ruff lips on my soft ones.
Our kiss was long like we have never kissed before.
I was in a battle with my heart and mind.
My heart said to respond back, but my mind said to run away.
I followed my heart, because I promised myself I will go on the love train no matter how hard it is.
And after few minutes we were kissing like crazy, passionately. Waqas was kissing my neck, then to my jaw.
All at a sudden he picked me up in a bridal style, on which I got shocked and tried to get out from.
But then I just left him carry me.
The stares made him tired I guess.
"So, I guess the stares make you tired, right? I'm too heavy." I teased him.
"No, you are not. Plus, we are already wherever we are supposed to be.
We reached our room until we were teasing each other on the stairs.
Waqas put me carefully on the bed.
Then the night was beautiful. Not like the nights which I had as a memory.
We loved each other till there was nothing left of us.
I fell asleep with beautiful memories.
How your life from a miserable one can turn on 360degrees and become the opposite of what it was. And again all thanks shall be to our lord for guiding us on the right path.