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Mafia Indebted

"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.

Beenish Shaheen · Urbain
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102 Chs

Chapter 59

Beep beep beep.

Slowly, his eyes opened. Through blurry vision he glanced around. His brows furrowed slightly upon knowing that he was still alive and in a hospital room. His mouth was covered with an oxygen mask as his mouth opened wide to hungrily gulp at the surrounding air. A searing pain broke out in his chest as he heaved and groaned from the pain.

'I'm alive?' He thought in disbelief as the events of what had happened replayed in his mind.

Anissa's tear stained face as she pointed the gun at his chest, the cold calculating eyes of Shehryaar as he held her and fixed the gun towards him because the poor woman's hands were shaking. However, he didn't miss that in Anissa's guilt driven haze, Shehryaar had moved her hands a few inches below his heart. That was the reason why he was still alive.

Because his boss spared him.

He manipulated his wife into killing him while he himself had no intention to.