"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

Shehryaar woke up to stinging searing pain on his chest. He saw Anissa sleeping on her side, her back turned to him. He quickly yet quietly slipped out of bed and retired to the bathroom. With one glance to the mirror, he saw his artwork and smiled, feeling satisfied.


He was immensely pleased. It needed to be done. His only regret was that he couldn't do it earlier. If words failed, then actions would always succeed in conveying the message.


And he hoped with all his heart that she understood: that she was able to comprehend it.


He cleaned the jagged cuts and dressed them up.


His mind went to the night and it's events.


He couldn't believe that he finally had her. After months of wanting her, he finally had her.


And it wasn't their usual moment: it wasn't the Usual fucking or the cold sex that they had.


No, this sex was different. It was breathtaking, he just didn't have the words to describe it.  


Chapter 76