"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

Anissa kept her eyes fixed on her parents when they came to sit with her on the stage. They were so happy that their only child was finally married-little did they know that this would be the last time they would see their precious daughter.


Anissa burned their smiling faces in her memory: never forgetting that her marriage to a supposed 'good man' was the cause of their happiness. And she didn't regret it now. If she could repay her aunt and uncle for all that they did for her till now then she would gladly fall in the pits of hell if that made them happy. Their debt weighed heavily on her and she would be forever grateful to them. Although her parents never made her feel like an outsider, Anissa knew better.


And when she saw Ramsha and Haris, they were looking at her with concern. When Shehryaar left the stage to attend to his  Amma, Ramsha approached Anissa and sat beside her. Anissa quickly grabbed her and tried her best not to cry.


Chapter 17