The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Niqah

  My scarlet red lips gape open as I blink back at the gorgeous woman who stares at me through the mirror. Her eyelashes are long and feathery, but at the same time full with volume. Her eyeliner stretches across her eyes, sharp, just like her jawline. Her face is sculpted to perfection; light in some areas, dark in others.

                 She's a goddess.

                 And she's. . me.

    Brianna chuckles, lifting my chin up to see if there's any last minute touch ups she needs to do. "Thank you so much, Brianna. I can't even recognize myself." For the first time since I met Amir, I actually felt like I could look him in the eye properly and feel confident about it, despite how bad that sounds. A year ago I would never think that. But with him in my life, I constantly feel low and self conscious. He makes me feel that way.

     A tear fills my eye, and I rapidly blink it away. This is my day. My wedding day. I can't let a douchebag get to me, even if that douchebag is my to-be husband.

     My dress is the same one they brought for me, the white and gold embroidery, with matching dull gold hijab with breath taking embroidery on the sides. The whole look is completed by my beautiful, real gold bangles mixed with some red ones which are obviously not made of gold, but they're still extravagant. It all looks too amazing. Mashallah. My heart beats fast in my chest, but I remind myself to stay calm. To keep hope alive, to keep it higher than all the other emotions playing in my mind.

     We pay for the various salon services including this gorgeous makeup with Aleena Bhabi, Anas, Muna, my mother in law, my mom, and Hani at my side. Noor and Anas are playing together. I swear they make a great couple.

     We sit into different cars and then arrive at the masjid. I sit on a huge throne like armchair with a brown table in front of me. There is a curtain so Amir can't see me. I internally chuckle, despite the occasion and the nerves bouncing inside my stomach. . He's probably so tempted right now, oh god. I hear a grunt and that is Amir's frustration.

    I giggle a bit. Aleena and my mom are beside me, and my mother in law, which I call mummy, and Muna sitting other places. Muna smirks, wiggling her eyebrows, and I blush, rolling my eyes.

  "Beta, are you alright? What's so funny?" Umma asks. She knows the wreck I've been, however I've been trying to hide it. This marriage is and will always be controlled by the willpower of my father. Neither I nor Amir wanted it. I bet in a couple of days after fulfilling his needs, he'll go straight to Chloe or Janet or Teressa, or whoever he likes to.

    But hope has to stay strong. I keep reminding myself that this is my wedding, my nikah, to be precise, and it will only happen once Insha'Allah. There is no point in grieving through it when grieving will not to me any good.

   Umma wears similar clothes to me, mummy and Muna. Shimmery, embroidered carefully, and overall, silky and expensive looking with even more glittering jewelry and henna covering her hands.

   "Yes. I'm fine," I reassure her, and Mummy also smiles at her and places a hand on hers. She nods, smiling back.

       I'm honestly so reassured by Mummy. She gives me a feeling of hope, a sense of home. Not only is she the most genuine mother in law anyone could ever have, but she's also very stylish and extremely educated. She's wearing a dull mauve dress today with golden embroidery - not too much, but just enough to make you look twice because she looks so good in it. She's also wearing matching gold jewelry and earrings, and her makeup is pretty heavy, of course, but it still allows her to achieve the look of minimalism she always aims at.