After 11 days of the accident

Unable to sleep, I was back in front of Wahaj's room in Diab's castle, early the next morning. It is in the middle of January, the sun had barely risen by the time. I didn't have an exact reason as to why I was standing there, but as I kept pondering at night, I came to the same conclusion, it was wrong.

It was totally unlogical to marry her, and her to me because the results were only in theory. Even if it seemed logical at that moment. I knew she may have forgotten it as the morning came, but I needed to be precise. At least that was what I told myself was the reason, as I knocked on her door.

"You can't be here," she said as she shut the door closed after appearing to not wear her scarf, after less than a minute she opened the door.

"I will make it short, I promise," I said and fired off another smile.

"Fine," she said, blushing slightly, "All right. What do you want ?" she adjusted her hijab.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday ?" I questioned just to be sure as she seemed in full capacity to remember.

"Yes, I proposed even though you should have done that," She responded as she moved from my side toward the couch in the room.

After yesterday, Diab was forced to move us out of the cell and into stunning looking rooms in the castle. He explained to Wahaj that he kept her in the cell because when she forgot where she was, she tried to run away. He also explained that he took her from the hospital to provide more regular care for her and because he was afraid of Black's men coming for her.

"How can you remember ?!" I questioned in confusion.

"I didn't sleep and kept repeating what I told you yesterday just like Dory from Finding Nemo," I couldn't help myself to grin as she says those words.

"Dory really! Aren't you ashamed as a medical student to take preventive information from an animation ?" I questioned.

"Nope, to be honest, I particularly went into Medical school because of grey's anatomy, so I am fine with basing my life on tv shows," She says as she was still so conscious about her hijab as she kept fixing it. "At least they get happy endings,"

I beamed at her, "Are you sure about this ?" I kept it series as I returned to the reason why I was here.

"I didn't sleep, I almost ruined my Fajr prayer because I kept repeating it instead of the Sura," She warned, "I want this, I need this, I want my father back," She says bubbly.

"You know nothing is guaranteed," I say as she laughed, "Nothing in this life is guaranteed so I will take this chance if you are willing to give it to me," She seemed persistent as she waiting for my answer.

She then began to go into what I liked to call at that moment the daydreaming land, "My father had come to my room three times tonight to check on me, do you know how it feels to have a person that loves you unreservedly without judgment and will give their life for you," She says.

"Because for fifteen years, I didn't, and now I just got him back," She spoke with admiration. "I just got him back." She seems to plead without knowing it and without thinking for a second once again I agree with her, "Fine, In three hours we will be husband and wife," He says.

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Wahaj's POV

I was so nervous I didn't even pay attention to the flurry of activity around me. My eyes were stuck on the mirror and the image in my head of me wearing my wedding dress. This was happening. I was getting married today.

"You can't tell her," I heard Ahmad say to Professor.

"I won't," He responded.

"And when she finds out it was a lie she will hate me forever," Professor says to Ahmad.

He seemed to change the subject as soon as he saw me intering the room. and I didn't question it.

The Professor was wearing a black suit, looking so charming. "Professor?" I greeted him with a flawless smile. He looked at me from head to toe before heaving a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Slowly, he made his way to me. He pouted. I could feel that there was something was wrong with him.

"I know we don't know each other well, and I know that us being married doesn't have anything to do with us as a couple," He said in a harsh tone, which added to my nervousness.

"Ya..." a confused smile appeared on my face as I saw him.

He took a deep breath before continuing, ready to confess the whole thing he'd been keeping.

"I can't tell my family about us, We can't tell anyone. I will have to lie to my mother and I know when she finds out she will hate me for it since from when I was young she dreamed of marrying me herself and dancing in my wedd-," He explained before I quickly interrupted him.

"Nothing will happen between us and it is your choice if you want to tell your family or not."

"I just wanted to let you know so we can be on the same level of understanding," He notifies.

I nodded, "I know what I am getting into," I whisper as I sow my father coming my way.

"This is Mad, Wahaj," Diab advises, "You are frenetic,"

"I don't think I can give you to him," He said. "I am sorry. I can't," He spoke again.

"You promised," I say, "You wanted me to forgive you, right ?" I determine, "this is the way." I finish.

My father's teeth clenched inside his mouth. He seemed to want to be anywhere but here at this moment as he signed to give me away to the Professor.

My father arranged a small ceremony in the living room which no one attended except Ahmad, my father, Professor, and I.

It broke my heart that grandmother and my aunts weren't here, but I needed to do this, and I needed to do it now, there are so many reasons besides what I told the Professor.

Once the documents were signed, and the two witnesses who were Ahmad and one of my father's loyal men from both sides signed.

Ahmad came in, he brought with him, the dower (Mehr) which was a mandatory gift from the husband to the wife, and two rings. The marriage ceremony was performed by lawful Islamic authority who civilly licensed.

There should have been a reception (walimah) to celebrate the consummation of the marriage, but it didn't happen. Even the white dress I was wearing was a dress made by me from the mattress sheet.

The Professor didn't even look at me after the Nikah was done, he went straight into his room. I wanted this, I thought – I wanted my father to repent for what he did. It was the only thought that let me agree to this. It was worth it.

I then went to my room and not a second later, I heard a knock on the door and was startled by Professor sudden appearance.