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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 · Thành thị
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Chapter 22

"What do you have for me?" Shehryaar's authoritative voice commanded.

"Nawaaz managed to infiltrate into our southern territory and ransacked our storehouses there. It's a loss of twenty men and a million rupee worth of goods." Zameer reported.

"Fuck!" Shehryaar shouted, feeling livid as his hard fist met with the desk causing a large thud.

"And this all happened during the hours when I was having my wedding?" Shehryaar demanded in exasperation, rubbing his temples.

Her soft scent still lingered on him and he wanted nothing more then to go back to his wife and finish what he had started but there were matters at hand that needed his immediate attention.

"Seems like it." Zameer agreed half heartedly, feeing glum at the loss.

"What a fucking pussy," Shehryaar chuckled dryly. "Oh well, it's no loss. At least not an important one. That limp dick bastard can't do much damage. He knows better then to mess with me." Shehryaar smirked to himself.