"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

"I need to go to the bathroom." Anissa mumbled, slightly rubbing the kitten's head as it slept on her lap.


Shehryaar stared at her, studying her expression but she just gave him an unreadable poker face: he nodded and started to unbuckle the restraints around her wrists and ankles. He began to put his arms under her knees and shoulders when she pushed him away by the shoulders.


"I don't need you to carry me. I can walk." She murmured, her tone cold.


Shehryaar smiled. "Of course you can," and he proceeded to carry her in his arms despite her struggle.


"I don't trust you with yourself." He stated as he began to walk towards the bathroom. But then again, she had lost his trust long ago.


Chapter 77