"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

He kept his gaze on her as she stared into space.


Fuck, she's so beautiful.  He thought, his gaze went to her delicate hands.His hands itched to touch her, take her hands in his and look into her eyes.


But he knew that it would hurt too much if he did. All he would get would be that look of confusion. She didn't know who he was and it hurt him.


'I love you.'  His words echoed inside his mind.


Love? What is love?  He thought wholeheartedly.


He could've never thought that he was capable of a feeling like love.


Because this feeling made him feel emotions that he didn't like: these emotions made him feel weak and vulnerable. But at the same time, it made him feel warm.


The cold exterior that was built around him, the walls: they all seem to crumble down. This feeling made him feel alive.


And there was something else: it made him care. Not for himself, rather for the woman for whom he was feeling this way.


Chapter 61