Heartless Love

❀ Chapter 7 ~ Everything Hurts

❤︎ ZOHA'S POV ❤︎

We finally arrived in Pakistan after the long and somewhat uncomfortable journey.

I stepped out of the helicopter and took in my surroundings. I felt at home again, everything felt perfect well expect for the fact that I was here with a literal mafia boss who threatens to murder me every two seconds......

"Zoha" I was knocked out of my thoughts. He lifted my chin up roughly "since you don't seem to understand any of my instructions I'll repeat them again. You listen to my orders, if you make even the slightest mistake you'll be punished and trust me darling it won't be fun. I'm not dealing with your idiocy Hashim so don't test me because I'll have you and your pathetic family killed. Understand?" My mind stilled at the thought of anything happening to my family. I nodded my head and pulled away from his grip only to be pulled back into his grip. I rolled my eyes what did he want now? "Don't do anything reckless" he warned staring deeply into my brown eyes. "Okay I get it, I'll be an amazing wife. I'll even get down on my knees and clean every speck of dirt off your shoes" I gave him a sarcastic smile and then rolled my eyes.

I watched as the corners of his lips tugged upwards "you can get on your knees for me in my room Hashim, when we're doing....hmm other things" he smirked.

"Ew! You're so gross" I grimaced in disgust but at the same time my cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment.

"What? By other things I meant when you're helping me tie up my shoe laces" he let the lie flow from his mouth, his smirk was still prominent on his lips. I rolled my eyes. What a fucking idiot.

We walked through the crowded, broken down alleyways and past the bustling shops.

As we were walking something caught my eyes, the mehendi salon that my mum used to take me to growing up. I looked down at my plain hands, the henna that was on them had now completely disappeared. I stopped walking and stood in front of the store. I tugged Dimitri's blazer sleeve. He turned around to me and raised his perfect eyebrow"can I get henna done.......please?" I looked at him with pleading eyes "no" he replied back with zero emotion lingering in his eyes. So I guess the pleading eyes method doesn't work.

I sighed and carried on walking. "Wait" he ordered. This time I was the one turning around to him and raising my eyebrow. "You can get it done but you have to do the bridal one" he stated. A huge grin appeared on my face. I darted over to the entrance of the salon and spoke to the lady about the design I wanted. She intricately put the detailed design on my hands with the fresh paste "How long will this take?"A gruff, tired Dimitri asked.

"We are nearly done sir, only about 1 or 2 minutes left" she replied, giving both of us sincere smiles. I heard Dimitri sigh. Note to self, he's impatient.....

"Madam what is your partners name? I need to include it in the design but we can always leave it out if you want"

"Umm, Dimitri. Dimitri Petrov" Something about the situation made my cheeks get slightly flushed. Maybe it was the fact that I was referring to him as my husband.

After the design was done on both hands we left. I watched my mehendi in awe, it looked so perfect. It reminded me off all the times me and my mum went to get ours done after picking my brother up from school.

I was unable to hear everything around me due to the hundreds of people yelling and conversing between each other but at this point it didn't really bother me since I was so used to it. Unlike me it bothered Dimitri a lot "don't your people ever shut up" he spoke in irritated tone of voice, his face clearly showing he was annoyed. I looked down at the floor "don't you ever shut up" I mumbled.