“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

At first he's a passionate tormentor and now suddenly he's back to his cold self. He's definitely suffering from some mental disorder. 


But at present, all she wanted was to be out of the disgusting outfit that made her feel like a harlot. Requiring answers for her questions would come later. 


Shehryaar changed into his attire and was about to leave when Anissa caught his arm. "Please, let me change into something more appropriate and I promise I will never question you or disobey you again." She gave in, praying for his heart to open up and accept her plea. 


Shehryaar turned to face her, a cruel smile plastered on his face. 


"Go on, keep begging. It makes this whole ordeal all the more enjoyable." He cocked his head to the side. His eyes were gleaming with a sadistic intent. Cupping her jae in his hand, he roughylu brought her face near his as his warm breath fanned her flushed cheeks. 


Chapter 24