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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 · perkotaan
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102 Chs

Chapter 47

Run.

Run.

Run.

That's all I could muster as my brain kept signaling my legs to run.

There was something after me.

It kept chasing me. I had no way to run.

It was dark everywhere.

I looked behind and gasped when I felt like the thing was catching up to me.

Suddenly, I collided against something hard and fell down. Looking up, my eyes widened in bewildered shock and fear as my breath got caught in my throat.

Zameer stood in front of me; His face pale and hard. His dark eyes lifeless.

I tried to stand up but shivered when I felt something in my left hand. I looked down and to my horror, I found my fingers grasping a black hand gun.

I tried to throw it away but my hand wouldn't let it go.

The sound of a shot being fired resonated in the empty black space.

I looked up to Zameer.

'Look what you did.' He whispered as blood began to spring out of his chest.