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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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Chapter 80

Shehryaar woke up and realized that he had slept on his desk after another long night of paperwork.

He was feeling exhausted and weary. All this time, he had been working and kept himself so immersed in his work that he didn't get any time to sleep or rest.

He sat upright and stretched his limbs, yawning deeply. His whole body ached and bones and joints popped here and there. He glanced at his Rolex and realized that it was 7a.m. in the morning.

He got to his feet, his back straightening up and aching from being bent at such an uncomfortable angle.

He walked to the window and rolled off the blinds, giving way to the beautiful natural scenery of wheat fields that stretched for long. The sun was in the sky and shone graciously on the land.

It had been three months since Shehryaar came to Khaaspur. Three months since he had last seen his wife. Three months of being away from her.