Converting the Bad Boy ✔

Yasr One Shot

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***Highly requested*** Yasr One Shot for you guys, since many of you are such big fans of those two. P.S. Me too! So here it is...enjoy ;)

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Nasr's POV

Time.

It was all we had, and all we were bargaining with.

How long had I waited for this day, how long had I patiently kept my distance, making sure I didn't make a move I'd regret? She was everywhere; temptations were everywhere, but Allah had given me the strength to stay away for my own good – for our own good.

Timing.

After Kareema passed away, the family almost hit rock bottom. It was so sad. No one wanted her to go. She was an amazing person, and I admit I did cry a bit after we came home from the mosque.

The only problem was, my parents were planning a wedding for Yasmine and I, and I was afraid it wasn't a good time to celebrate something after such a devastating death. So two months later, after a lot of planning and shopping and recovering, it was about time we got married.

"It's so magical," Yasmine gasped, referring to the fairy lights and decorations of the reception hall. I felt a little guilty that we had more time to make everything perfect and rent a hall to have the reception with a DJ and everything, when my little sis had to throw hers at a park. But as I locked eyes with her across the room, sitting beside Damian with a big smile on her face, I realized that it didn't matter how fancy a Nikkah was, it was all about the union of two people who loved each other very much.

And I loved Yasmine very, very much.

"You're a great dancer," Yasmine complimented after I dipped her to the side, twirling her around. Tonight she looked like a princess, and I almost felt unworthy of her royalty. However, when I was with her, I felt like the king of the world.

"Most soccer players are," I replied smoothly. Yasmine rolled her eyes at me and I pulled her closer, my hand on the small of her back, making sure I didn't accidentally step on her long white skirt. Seriously, why did they have to make wedding dresses so long?

"Okay, everybody, you know what time it is!" the DJ boomed through the microphone.

"Summer time?" I answered rhetorically, since it was actually summer, and Yasmine chuckled.

"Time for dabke! Everybody get on the floor!" everyone cheered and began to pile out of their seats for the Levantine folk dance as the music began to play. I joined hands with Yasmine and felt another hand slip into my other one, grinning when I saw it was my sister, with Damian on the other side.

"Let's do this thang!" Mariam whooped, and I raised my eyebrows, amazed at how crazy and carefree she had become since she married Damian. I raised them even higher when I saw Damian doing the dabke along with the rest of us.

"I taught him how to do it last week," Mariam explained to me moments before Damian muddled the steps.

"Crap, I messed it up," Damian laughed, and I turned to my own spouse, who was lifting her dress with one hand as she did the dance, laughing and smiling.

"I love this!" she cried gleefully, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering with pure joy.

"I love you," I said, though I was sure the music drowned my words out.

We were puffed out and exhausted when we returned to our special seats, and Yasmine took me by surprise when she kissed my cheek and whispered, "I love you too."