His Unwanted Bride. {Wattpad Version}

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hayat and Aayan's Nikkah.

Hayat's Pov.

Tonight is my Nikkah and I am nervous but Sameera isn't helping me in calming down.

I couldn't help but remember the pout that Aayan showed me when I hugged Azaan instead of him.

How can I hug him when we aren't married yet?

"Hayat, are you alright?", Aunt Hasna asks me while Sameera looks on raising her eyebrows at me.

"I miss mamma", I tell her letting a tear escape from my eye. I quickly wiped it away.

As she was about to reply, there was a knock on the door. Sameera gets up and goes to open the door.

It is Leila.

Aayan's mother.

I stood up and went to greet her. She surprised me by hugging me and kissing me on my forehead.

"How are you doing, my child?", she asks me.

"I am fine alhamdullilah, Aunty...."

"Don't call me aunty. Call me mama, okay?", she cut me off.

I couldn't help but think of my mamma. No one can take her place but at least I have someone I could count on just like Sameera.

"Okay mama. Please take a seat. Do you want anything to drink or eat?", I ask her as she took a seat beside me.

"No, thank you. I am here because I want to be. I know that I might not be your real mamma but I will try my best to be your mama. And if you need anything don't hesistate to ask me personally. Now, let's get you settled for the make up artist to arrive. She will be here in a minute. First go and shower and do what you do. Then sit on the chair while I make some snacks for you to eat", she tells me as she looks over to Sameera giving her a sign to get up from where she is sitting to come and get me.

I got up and walked up to my room with Sameera behind me.

"Stop right there and turn back around", I tell her but all she did was ignore me and walked past me to my room.

I couldn't help but sigh at her antics.

It was almost time for Magharib's prayer. I quickly took a shower and made wudhu.

"Sameera come let's pray", I tell her but she shook her head meaning she won't be able to pray.

I turned to start praying because in half an hour the make-up artist would be arriving. There's one question that's on my mind.

Where is Maryam?

I have seen Jameela and she looked happy to me but even a sheep can be a wolf and vice versa.

I start praying to hope that everything will be okay.

In shaa Allah.

As I finished my prayers, I hear knocking and Sameera went to open it to find that the makeup artist had come.

She quickly settles her things and waited for me to finish my Duas.

As I put away the prayer mat in its place and walked to the chair that was kept for me in front of the mirror that Sameera covered.

She says that when the makeup artist is done with me, she will uncover it and I will get to see myself.

"Can I have a request, please?", I ask Lisa who was the makeup artist.

"Sure"

"Could you not apply like heavy makeup?", I explain to her how I wanted it to be done. It isn't that she was a bad makeup artist it's just that everyone has different opinions about putting on makeup and clothes.