"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

Slowly, Anissa opened her eyes. She felt her arms bound and her neck ached. She couldn't even move an inch. The room was dimly lit. She could see the rays of the sun that can penetrated through the curtains reflect off in the mirror of dresser.


Her breath got caught in her throat when she saw Shehryaar sleeping beside her: she realized that her head was resting on his bare left breast; his chest was chiseled and muscular. She blushed deep scarlet when she that his left dark nipple was right in front of her eyes. His arm was snaked around her, bounding her arms together to that she wouldn't move. His chest moved up slightly in silent breathing causing Anissa's head to move as well.


Her heart began to pound as she realized that she was naked beneath the sheets. The previous night's events flashed in her mind. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to calm down. Even now, her husband who was so close and his touch so strong had an immense effect on her.


Chapter 16