"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 woke up at the wound of her buzzing alarm clock. Groaning, her hand went forward and she harshly shut down the alarm. She looked at the time and date and realized that it was the 12th of June.


A slow smile crept on her lips as excitement coursed through her.


Today marked the day of her third wedding anniversary. Technically, fifth since it had been five years since Anissa had been married to Shehryaar, but three since they true became a couple. And Anissa felt her heart warm up with happiness. Today was truly a good day.


Anissa got up and sat upright. She looked to her right and was saddened to see the side of the bed empty.


It had been two weeks since Shehryaar was gone on his Australian tour, extending his business in that country. He called her everyday but she missed him. Even though they face timed everyday, she missed him. She took his pillow in her hands and pressed it against her face: his musky scent still lingered there.


Chapter 93