“Don’t please,” she sobbed, shaking badly. The fear of her situation was slowly sinking in. “Please let me go, I want to go home.” She cried.
He smirked and cupped her face. She immediately stiffened upon his touch and stared into his Smokey grey eyes. “You are home, tara, this is your home now, by my side.” He spoke firmly. She saw the determination in his eyes and her eyes widened with shock.
“No!” she shrieked and tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. Before she could retaliate, he had caught her wrists in a vice-like grip with one hand and locked them down  while with the other hand, he firmly griped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, making her whimper. “Refuse me again tara, go on, I fucking dare you.” He hissed, his eyes blazing with rage, the grey had darkened. 
But she wasn’t one to give up so easily. “Let me go . . ,” she tried to shout but was immediately silenced by his lips crashing against hers into a fiery harsh kiss. 


Meet Anissa Ghalib, a young doctor, possessing a strong, kind and confident character. She's a known beauty and has a very high moral sense and regard. For her, family is everything and she would do anything to protect her family.

So, what happens when a certain grey eyed crime boss claims her as his?

Shehryaar Ghulari, the cold and ruthless mafia leader of the country's most dangerous Mafia; He's a powerful man who gets anything he wants. He's cold, brutal and absolutely inhuman, a borderline psychopath. For him, morals and ethics hold no meaning, Family is nothing. He rules with tyranny and loves every bit of it. 

What will happen when the country's most powerful and dangerous man becomes indebted to a certain doctor?

  It starts with a twisted malice, obsession, murder, lust, politics, darkness, sacrifice and love.
    
    A story where Innocence clashes  with culpability.
    Simplicity with sophistication.
    Bloodlust with conscience. 
    Lust with Love.
    Good with Bad.

Mafia indebted

The car ride back to the estate was deadly quiet. 


It was so quiet that Anissa could hear her hammering heart in her ears. From the corner of her eye, she saw Shehryaar and jumped a little when she saw him intensely staring at her. 


Her cheeks flared brightly. She felt immensely hot and sheen of hot sweat covered her forehead. 


How will I be able to keep my word? I'm still frightened to my bones. Even if I make up my mind, my body will retaliate. PTSD isn't easy to control or treat and he expects me to fulfil my word. Oh Lord help me. She closed her eyes and prayed. 


She needed even more courage for what was to come then willing herself to kill. 


She knew that Shehryaar was an experienced man. From where he came from, she could easily tell that women threw themselves at him. He was after all a devilishly handsome man. 


Chapter 21