“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

Breathing deeply, Anissa drifted to consciousness. Her eyes felt heavy and her head ached but she fought against it and rubbed her face to get rid of the drowsiness. 


Yawning and stretching her limbs, she hissed and almost screamed when a sharp pain radiated from her arm upon stretching. She rubbed it and was surprised that her shoulder was bare. She looked down and saw that she was dressed in a satin silk white nightie that had exposed a lot of her cleavage and left her shoulders bare. And she felt even more enraged to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear. 


And then she realised she was in unfamiliar surroundings. 


Her hazel eyes roamed around. The ceiling for one was different: it caught her in a daze as her eyes scanned the Vatican painted designs and Michelangelo's replica painting of the Sistine chapel lavishing the ceiling. 


Where am I? She thought in utter confusion as she eyes went to see dark grey coloured walls. 


Chapter 32