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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 78

Her hand moved towards the broken pieces of glass.

You'll let him win! Her inner voice screamed. He will win. You'll let the very monster who drove you to this state, win. You will let him succeed. You'll finally prove that he broke you.

It doesn't matter. Her hopeless mind retorted. Let him win. If he says that he loves me, then my death would certainly cause him pain. And that thought pleased her immensely as she proceeded.

She gripped the shard to her wrist once again.

All of a sudden, she felt cold waves of shock run down her spine. Her movements halted. Her breath hitched and she felt her lungs constrict, as if the air in her chest wouldn't move in or out, causing her loss of breath. The shard fell from her hand and her fingers gripped the edges of the ceramic vanity as she tried to gasp for air.

What was going on all of a sudden.

She felt her flesh crawl. As if on high sympathetic stimulation, her body was in high alert but it remained frozen in place.