Heartless Love

❀ Chapter 4 ~ Hashim

❤︎ ZOHA'S POV ❤︎

The rattle of the room door woke me up from my sleep.

I snuggled close to the pillow wanting the noises of people talking from outside to stop. And that's when it hit me. I remembered everything that had happened to me, I was kidnapped and then shoved into a random room in Russia.

I hurried out of my bed and ran into the bathroom before whoever was outside could see me.

"Hashim?" a voice called using my surname. It was the same voice from that day back at the festival. The same cold, sinister voice that mocked me.

"Uh coming" I yelled. I turned on the tap water and jumped on the sink so I could try and reach the bathroom window. The gushing of the water covered the rattling noise that came from me trying to open the window. After my failed attempt I closed the tap and straightened up my creased clothes. I guess Vera wasn't lying.

What do I say to him? I know he won't let me go so there's no point of arguing. Maybe I can bribe him....

I bolted out of the bathroom. He stared deep into my eyes. His dark charcoal eyes shooting daggers at me. Usually I could tell how a person was feeling by their eyes but his eyes were empty.

"Mr Petrov. I need you to take me back to my hometown and if you don't I will call the police and tell them I've been kidnapped" I threatened.

The whole time I avoided eye contact.

"You'll need a phone to call someone detka (baby in Russian) and by the looks of it you don't have one" he smirked, amusement was dripping from his tone.

"Fine keep me here but I'm not marrying you" I spat.  Forcing a sarcastic smile on my face.

He grabbed my chin "we'll see about that" he mocked, Gripping my jaw painfully.

Tears started pooling in my eyes and before I knew it my body betrayed me right in front of him. My tears fell from my cheek to my neck. I watched as his eyes softened for half a second before turning back to being cold. He backed away from me as if he was disgusted by me crying. "We are getting married tomorrow afternoon" he left before I had time to disagree.

I fell to the floor and dug my head into my knees. I wept until I was tired and drained. Eventually when I stopped crying I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked up through my wet eyelashes to see it was Vera. "Miss, Sir wants you to come down and eat" she said I could clearly see the pity in her eyes.

"I don't want to"

"Please Miss Hashim, you'll go weak if you don't eat"

Like I said there was no point in arguing. I got up from the ground and made my way downstairs. After entering a few different rooms I made my way towards the dining table where Dimitri was already sat. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. He had his iPhone in his hand and was texting someone.

I poked the food that was on the plate. I'm pretty sure none of this was halal but I didn't want to ask him and there was no one else present in the room.

He noticed me not eating. I squirmed under his gaze. "Eat Zoha" he ordered. I mean he's a hypocrite since he's not eating himself. I wanted to throw the plate of food at his face.

"Is it halal?" I asked.

"Halal? What is that?" he questioned. I gritted my teeth.

"The meat has to be killed in a special way, I can't eat it if it's not halal" he looked irritated by me, I mean it's not my fault. His fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He turned to a worker "Galina idi v magazin i kupi khalyal'noye myaso (go to the store and get halal meat)" I tried my best to understand what he had just said but I couldn't understand even one word.

"You know Mr Petrov......I won't marry you" I said.

He looked up from his phone "I think everyone in this house knows by now that you don't want to marry me" he taunted.

I controlled the anger that was bubbling inside of me "you're Christian and I'm Muslim" I stated the obvious.

"What makes you think I'm Christian?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The cross chain around your neck.........we both have to be Muslim for the marriage"

"I'll have a sheikh come over and do the whole marriage for us if that's what you're worried about"

"No Mr Petrov, I'm not worried about that, I can't marry a non-Muslim" I repeated my sentence. I refused to call him by his actual name it made me want to be sick.

He didn't acknowledge my presence and took his sweet time to reply back to me "Well that's really unfortunate Hashim" he sneered. He got up from his seat and answered a call leaving me by myself.

I was left with my own thoughts. I started overthinking everything and anything. Everything about this made me feel sick, I wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.

I had to marry Dimitri Petrov, I wasn't sure if I could even live with the cold hearted monster for a day let alone marry him.

I stayed put on the table. A man came in and placed a plate of food in front of me "this is halal Madam" he smiled and walked away.

I ate the dish in the time he had talked to whoever he was on the phone with. I got up from my chair and ambled to the stairs. I slowly made my way up the marble stair case.

I missed wearing shalwar kameez, I missed waking up to the smell of delicious desi food, I missed having weird conversations with my brother..... the one thing I had left from back home was the mehndi (henna) on my hands.

My life was about to change tomorrow and trust me not in a good way.

A/N
❤︎ Hope you enjoyed!
❤︎ The story will hopefully get more interesting and spicy as it goes on
❤︎ Btw anything that Dimitri says that isn't English is Russian and everything Zoha says that isn't English is Urdu. Just to make it clear 😭💀
❤︎ BYE 😘