"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 helped her walk. Khadijah was finding it difficult to walk. And I had to make sure that she got to her husband. But with all the firing going on around us, it was proving difficult. But thank God, once we neared the fence, we spotted Shehzad. Khadijah broke into sobs in her joy and relief to see her husband. As we neared, Shehzad ran towards us and quickly scooped up his wife in his arms, hugging her closely with her face buried in his neck as she cried.


"I'm sorry. So so sorry." She kept on saying.


"No no baby. Never." I heard Shehzad say. And even though I had met this man only once before where he gave me a cold glare and a calculative outlook, but right now, the man I saw was a man in love. His gaze on his wife was so soft and his smile; it was enough to melt any heart as he kissed his wife's forehead.


My heart almost skipped a beat. And my unwanted and unfulfilled desires resurfaced as bitter tears welled in my eyes.


Chapter 85