Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 16

Slowly, Anissa opened her eyes. She felt her arms bound and her neck ached. She couldn't even move an inch. The room was dimly lit. She could see the rays of the sun that can penetrated through the curtains reflect off in the mirror of dresser.

Her breath got caught in her throat when she saw Shehryaar sleeping beside her: she realized that her head was resting on his bare left breast; his chest was chiseled and muscular. She blushed deep scarlet when she that his left dark n****e was right in front of her eyes. His arm was snaked around her, bounding her arms together to that she wouldn't move. His chest moved up slightly in silent breathing causing Anissa's head to move as well.

Her heart began to pound as she realized that she was naked beneath the sheets. The previous night's events flashed in her mind. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to calm down. Even now, her husband who was so close and his touch so strong had an immense effect on her.

Her neck craned up and for the first time, she allowed herself to look closely at her husband. In the limited light, she could still make out his beautiful face. He looked so peaceful while resting but his brows were still slightly furrowing thus even maintaining his devious frown in slumber. Anissa wanted to erase that furrow with her finger but resisted the urge. She didn't deem it appropriate to touch him.

His handsome face was relaxed, his eyes closed, his long thin lashes fanning his high cheek bones. His lips looked a little dry and slightly parted.

He looks so...... normal. Why can't he be like this when he's awake? Why does he have to be so damn intimidating?

It was strange: Anissa was terrified of her husband. That's not how she wanted to start her new life with her life partner. She wanted to trust him, rely on him, and feel something for him other then fear and anxiety.

But what he did last night was hindering her from not fearing him. He was forcing himself on her even when she begged him not to. She has already told him of her s****l dysfunction but he disregarded her feelings like it was nothing and still married her.

How will I ever be able to be a good wife to him? If I don't satisfy him, he'll grow frustrated. He's already hit me so many times, who knows what else he's capable of?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Shehryaar stirred. She drew a sharp breath and her eyes widened when Shehryaar opened his eyes, his grey gaze setting on her.

Her cheeks brightened and she pressed her lips together. His arm tightened around her and he brought her close, his eyes piercing into hers. When his lips were close to hers, he whispered.

"Get ready."

With that, he pulled away and jumped out of the bed, leaving behind a confused Anissa.

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'Get ready'?

What does he mean by that?

She was very confused; she couldn't understand what he meant. He wanted her to get ready? But for what? This was Shehryaar, his one word could have a thousand meanings.

"There, done."

The hair stylist commented, fixing the lightly embroidered dupatta on Anissa's head. Today was the Waleema day, a day on which the groom and his family give a grand lunch to the families.

Anissa was dressed in a beautiful hazel brown dress, embroidered with brown and gold beads and threads, matching the color of Anissa's eyes on Shehryaar's insistence. The pure gold jewelry she was wearing matched perfectly as well as the jaded gold strapped heels.

Her hair was again loosely hanging on her shoulders in large curls. Her makeup was light as compared to yesterdays. She looked gorgeous on the outside but inside, she was confused and afraid.

"Mashaa Allah, ma'am you're certainly lovely. I'm so envious." The stylist commented, smiling brightly at Anissa.

"Th-thank you." She murmured and looked down.

Yes, I'm lovely. But only on the outside. Maybe if my face wasn't so nice looking, I wouldn't have been married to a terrifying man. She thought ruefully.

"Out!"

Shehryaar's voice boomed, causing Anissa to flinch in her seat while the stylist jumped and squealed. "Yes sir." She said and scurried out of the room.

Anissa looked at her husband standing behind her in the mirror. He looked dashing in his dark navy blue suit. The suit perfectly fitted his body, making his bulging muscles on his chest and arms look well defined. Matching her dress, he wore a hazel brown tie. His sharp jaw was clean shaven, making his handsome features stand out while his dark hair was neatly combed back, his smoldering grey eyes firmly set on the lovely woman sitting in front of him.

He studied her intently, making sure that she was suited to perfection.

Slowly, he approached behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. Anissa tensed beneath his touch, their eyes never leaving each other; his grey eyes displayed their everlasting lust and desire for her as well as satisfaction while her hazel orbs displayed her anxiety and confusion. She knew that because of last night, Shehryaar would be pretty much disappointed in her but she didn't see any vestige of the said emotions in his eyes. To her, Shehryaar wore his usual emotionless expression. When he spotted her observing his face, a smirk grew on his lips and he leaned down to the level of her ear. Anissa's heart pounded in her veins while her cheeks blushed deeply when his warm breath touched her cheek and his strong cologne engulfed her senses.

"Perfect." He murmured in his deep husky voice, his lips lingered at the shell of her ear.

"Th-thank you." She stammered in a whisper and immediately looked away. She had no idea what else to say to her.

Shehryaar's smirk widened. He took her hands and made her stand in front of him. She stumbled a bit, not used to the high heels he wore. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, she craned her neck to look at him; even in the high heels, his height dominated her petite figure.

"Today, it's going to be your last day in this city. After the waleema, we'll leave for Karachi and then Dubai." He told. She nodded.

"Also, be sure to say your farewell to your family properly today. You won't be seeing them again after today." He declared.

Anissa felt as if her world stopped at his words. It wasn't hard to comprehend the meaning behind his words but she still wanted to ask. "W-what do y-you mean by that?"

He gave her a sinister smile, his eyes twinkling sadistically. "Did I stutter?" he said tauntingly, more as a statement then a question.

"You heard me right. I won't allow you to meet with your family after today." He stated haughtily.

"B-but, why?" she choked, trying to control her tears.

"Isn't it obvious? I want your full attention from now on. Now that you're my wife, I won't allow your attention to be wavered from me. You have stepped into my life, now get used to my rules. It's a new life for you and for that, you must leave behind your old life." He claimed.

She felt anger boil in her body. "H-how could you be so selfish? Just because you don't have a family doesn't mean that I shouldn't have one either!" she seethed, her voice rising an octave high.

Shehryaar smiled a small smile, his gaze unwavering, his expression unchanged. "I'm your family now. All you need now is me." he asserted confidently.

"But they are my family. You can't expect me to just leave them behind. I've spent my whole life with them. I love them!" she stated without any reserve.

"Now, you're in my life. All you have to do now is give your entire love and devotion to me." he said. Anissa couldn't understand why he didn't understand what she was saying. How could he possibly expect her to cut ties with her family? Did he not care about her feelings in the slightest?

"Why are you doing this?" she mumbled, her voice breaking.

He smirked, his eyes shone with arrogance. "I'm a very selfish, possessive and jealous man." He stated in a sense of superior grandiose, his hands travelling to her waist and then slowly, they went behind and grappled her hips, making Anissa gasp. His grip on her was so possessive.

Then it hit her. "Is it about last night?" she said in such a low voice that she thought that Shehryaar wouldn't have heard her but he did and his smirk grew wider.

"Is this my punishment?" she mumbled.

"No, this isn't your punishment." He said. "At least, not something so lenient."

"Then why?"

He smirked and his hands squeezed her lips. "Let's just say, I do what I want and when I want. When I've said that you won't see your family anymore, then I expect you to just accept it."

"How can you be so selfish?" she fumed, her anger growing. She felt a strong urge to slap him and whip that haughty smirk off his face.

"That's just how I am baby. Better get used to it." He muttered, his lips leaning down but not touching hers. Using her hands, she pushed him away when she felt his hold on her loosen.

"No! You can't expect me to do that. I won't do this." She shouted, her anger taking over her, her breathing quickened.

Shehryaar's features darkened. Anger flashed in his eyes. His hand went to her neck and squeezed; not hard but enough to send the threat through. Her hands tried to claw at his hands but he remained unfazed.

"Keep you're f*****g voice down!" he growled through clenched teeth, pulling her body flush against his. "Unless you want to find your family dead by tomorrow, you will do as I say. Be grateful that I'm letting them live otherwise, I swear, I will kill them if you disobey me one more time and trust me, I keep my promises." He affirmed.

Tears finally fell down her face, not caring that her makeup was getting ruined. His grip around her neck was rough especially when the gold necklace was underneath it and the cold metal bit into her sensitive skin but she ignored the pain. Her heart was breaking with each passing second.

"First, you kidnap me, then brand my body, then try to rape me, threaten my family, and forcefully marry me and now your forcing me to cut off all ties with my family?" She choked on her tears.

She saw his grey eyes remained void of emotions; there was no remorse or any guilt that she could detect in his grey orbs. "How could you be so heartless? Why are you being a monster to me?"

"What did I ever do to deserve this from you? Tell me and I'll apologize for it. For whatever crime I've committed, I'm sorry. But please, don't make me lose my family." She beseeched which fell on deaf ears.

"Didn't I say before, I'm going to break you. This is the first step." He uttered.

Anissa gawked at him as if he grew a second head. "Why?" the question fell from her tongue in utter disbelief.

He gave her a sinister smirk, his hand leaving her delicate neck and cupping her face gently, the pads of his thumbs wiping her tears away. "Because you're moral sense pisses me off. I don't like it and the only way to take it out of you is to break you completely." He told.

Anissa felt as if her she was crazy or the man standing in front of her had lost all sense of sanity and rationale.

"You really are crazy. I thought I was just assuming it but I guess I was right. You're absolutely crazy. You're a psychopath." She uttered.

He stared deep into her eyes, not giving away anything that could possibly help her understand what was going on in his head.

And now I'm married to him. I have to spend my life with him? Her mind was boggled and in complete state of stupor.

"Make sure to say your goodbyes properly today. Otherwise trust me, I'll be delivering their corpses to you." He claimed shamelessly.

And his Amma told me to learn to love him and take care of him. How could I possibly do that when he's being so ruthlessly cruel and heartless with me? Does he hate me?

"You keep your promises right?" she murmured. If nothing, she logic directed her towards a little brighter side of the situation.

He gave her a curt nod. "Then, if I say my farewell to them and never meet them again, then will you swear to me that you will never harm them or even threaten them again or use them against me?" she knew that if the opportunity presented itself, he would always use her family against her and make her compromise and just as he claimed in 'breaking' her, she knew that her family would be used as a catalyst.

Shehryaar chuckled darkly. "What is this? Are you countering me?" he challenged.

"Do you promise?" she urged.

With an amused smile, he nodded. "Alright I promise." His eyes held no fabrication as she searched.

She breathed a sigh of relief. If there was one thing she knew about him, it was that he was honest and kept his word. If cutting ties with her family meant she would gain their safety in return from the monster that was her husband, then she would gladly exchange it.

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