Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 20

'I was raped'

These three words had haunted Shehryaar as soon as Anissa had told him. After that, he had hunted down the bastard who was cozily enjoying his life in the US. And in the three days in which Anissa had left to prepare for the wedding, Shehryaar beat him every day to an inch of his pathetic excuse of a life.

Shehryaar was many things: a cold blooded killer, a ruthless assassin and a heartless monster but one crime which he had never committed was rape. He thought of it too low and beneath him to commit in the first place.

And this was a crime that was committed upon his wife and it was absolutely unforgivable.

That's when he decided to serve justice to Anissa by personally having her face her demons and eradicating them once and for all.

He knew Anissa would have a panic attack once she sees the bastard who ruined her. But in all honesty, he wanted Anissa to face her fear. For Shehryaar, who was a thoroughly possessive and over controlling man, he wanted to control her fear as well. If he wanted Anissa to fear anyone then it had to be Shehryaar and no one else.

Only he would allow himself to hurt her, pleasure her, make her feel fear and much more and he would be damned before he let anyone else do that.

That honor belongs to him and only him.

He saw Anissa slowly take in breathes as her tense shoulders relaxed and she leaned into his chest for support. Her eyes were closed and he wanted to see them to make sure she had collected herself.

"Open your eyes, meri Tara, I need to see your beautiful eyes." He murmured softly into her ear. He willed himself into a softer and gentler demeanor he wanted Anissa to drew some courage then he needed to show her his nonexistent soft side.

She opened her eyes and saw him peer closely at her with a tender look covering his features. Confusion was written all over Anissa's fear stricken face. She had never witnessed Shehryaar display gentleness towards her. And that's exactly what Shehryaar wanted her to think. He wanted her to muster up enough courage for her to do what he intended for her to do and at this particular situation, he knew that power and dominance wouldn't work.

He needed control and the only way to control Anissa in this situation was to make her think that he was on her side and offering her solace.

"Trust me Tara, you can lean on me for support. I brought you here so that you can reclaim your justice. I'll avenge you Anissa." He stated firmly. And offered her a small smile of reassurance.

But of course, Shehryaar wasn't that much of a good man and he was incredibly selfish. Even now, all that he thought about was himself.

With a deep breath, Anissa looked at him with a somewhat collected yet guarded expression. Her dainty hand was fisted into Shehryaar's white dress shirt. She scurried closer to him: at any other given time this small act would've please Shehryaar for Anissa was willingly getting close to him but right now, she mainly did it out of fear.

"Wh-why is h-he here?" She stammered, her tears rolling down her cheeks.

"He's here so that I may avenge you." He answered coolly.

"Wh-what do you plan to do?" She murmured in a small voice, her hazel vulnerable eyes boring into his strong grey gaze.

"I want you to take your revenge on him for what he did to you." He stated. Grabbing her hand gently, he made her stand up on her wobbling feet and made her face her culprit.

With slow calculated steps, Anissa walked towards the man. The man was badly beaten up, his body covered in blood and sweat as well as residual urine. He smelled awful and looked even more terrible.

"Wake the fucker!" Shehryaar roared, causing Anissa to wince in fear. A man plaster a bucket of water on the prisoner and he kilt awake, screaming in agony. His injuries stung all over but he stopped crying when he saw Anissa.

The man looked at Anissa with shock clearly written all over his bruised and battered face. All the color drained from his face and in an instant, a flash of mixed emotions crossed his dark pleading eyes. Anissa's eyes widened in shock at his state.

"Chain him up!"

Shehryaar's voice boomed in the silent room. He had noticed the look in Anissa's eyes.

One of his men came up to the prisoner and violently brought him towards a wall which held gleaming cuffs and restraints. They successfully chained up the man all the while ignoring the muffled pleads of their captive.

They held no mercy in their actions.

It gave Anissa a sense of relief. She had never thought that she would see her tormentor in a state like this.

On that dreadful night, that man left her in her shame. She left college in blood and tears and cried for long. She stayed two days with Ramsha until she was sure that she won't break down in front of her parents.

Even at that time, when they reported to the police, it was already too late. Sharjeel had fled that semester only to come back after summer break. He tried to approach her again but this time, Anissa was prepared. She had taken shooting lessons in the summer holidays. She even learned self defense with the help of Haris who introduced her to a friend who was an Army officer. When Sharjeel had tried to approach her again, he narrowly escaped with a bullet in his leg.

Of course, this time he couldn't do anything seeing as it could be clearly taken as a means of self defense. He changed schools and moved away.

But the damage was done. Anissa faced nightmares, paranoia and even delirium. She was on the verge of insanity. But she was strong and managed to pull herself together for the sake of her parents.

For Anissa, her parents' happiness meant the world to her and she was willing to suffer and sell her soul to the devil.

And that exact devil was now making her face her demons.

"What should I do?" She murmured, her heart furiously beating and her mind in a mess. Shehryaar saw her and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. Anissa found it immensely comforting.

"Here," he said lowly and handed her his revolver.

"End him." He stated bluntly, his eyes dark. The smoky grey disappearing behind the black dilated pupil. Anissa looked at her husband and then the revolver.

For two years, she had suffered. She went through mental torture, she began to fear men even her father. She had wished to hurt the monster who hurt her to this extent that she had to be on guard at all times. She began to through fits and had continuous panic attack. All the while, she had wished ill on her tormentor. She wanted to hurt that monster so much.

But never did she even imagine that this would happen. She would be granted the opportunity to actually inflict pain and suffering in her tormentor and exact her revenge on him.

Gripping the revolver tightly, she stared at it with amazement and wonder. Shehryaar noticed the gleam in his wife's eyes.

He gently took her shoulders and made her face his captive. Burying his nose in her hair, he inhaled her soft scent. His eyes trained on the man who was visibly shaking and whimpering.

"Go on, take him. He's yours. Do whatever you want with him." He encouraged. He knew Anissa needed a push.

"Think of all the harm he did to you. He made you suffer. Now he deserves to suffer." He murmured in her ear. "End him. I've made sure to make him suffer for ever laying a finger on you." He said, his voice sounding satisfied.

Anissa pondered on his words.

She had wished ill on Sharjeel. She wanted to have him suffer just as she had suffered. But she never actually thought to hurt him herself.

Do I want to hurt him? She asked her herself. He took away my innocence, he made me feel unworthy. Because of him, I suffered in self loathing and pity. He made me feel dirty. He made me impure. He deserves to rot in the deepest pits of hell.

All her thoughts ran wild. Her grip tightened on the revolver as she made her stance, locked her knees, raised her arms and took aim, pulled the lock off, finger at the ready on the triggered.

But she hesitated. A small voice at the back of her head, the voice of reason and conscience erupted and began shouting at her.

No! He may have hurt you Ainnie but he doesn't deserve to die. Don't sully yourself with the likes of scum like him. Be better then he is. Show mercy. Her conscience attacked.

Mercy? Did this scum show me mercy when I begged him to not taint me? She mentally shouted.

Then does that mean that you become like him as well? Her conscience countered.

Be better Ainnie. Don't forget what your parents taught you. You are a better person. Don't taint your clean hands with his dirty blood. Remember the oath you took when you entered med school.

And that's when she remembered the oath.

'. . . Each human life values more then all the wealth in the world. Each life is precious and I shall strive to save any life that needs saving.'

Remember, every human deserves to live. Don't make it personal. It was fated to happen. You cannot fight fate. Her conscience was desperate.

Yes then this is also fated to happen. If I take his life then it's fated to happen. She mentally seethed.

Then you are no better than the man who is your husband. Will you be able to live with yourself if you even took a life? Whether innocent or guilty?

And that's when Anissa truly felt remorse. She knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself with the guilt for having taken a life. By now, tears of frustration were rolling down her cheeks, her hands shook with nervousness. She clenched her teeth tightly, fighting with her conscience. She wanted to scream to let the steam out.

Leave it in God's hands. You are no one to play with the lives of others Ainnie. Do not play God and decided a man's fate. Be patient. Her conscience echoed in her head.

But she wanted to hurt him. At least a little so that he may know what that he did wrong.

"Go on, what are you waiting for." Shehryaar coaxed, his voice firm yet gentle.

Then it clicked.

"What's in it for you?" She asked, turning her head to face Shehryaar over her shoulder.

For a man who forced so much on her, she knew better. She knew he was selfish and didn't do anything unless it held some sort of benefit for him. Till now, she had judged him as a psychopath and she knew that psychopaths, who hold no empathy, never perform an act without having an ulterior motive.

"What will you get?"

His scorching grey eyes twinkled with excitement as well as amusement. He was thoroughly impressed.

She's smart. He thought to himself. And she’s got me all figured out as well. But not that much.

"I get you." He answered nonchalantly. "I can't get you until I've cured you of your demons. And this is the way to get there." He told.

Anissa understood. Of course he would do this for himself. He doesn't care about my feelings. She thought ruefully.

Then I won't give him the satisfaction as well. She thought and fired.

Four shots.

Four bullets.

Aimed directly and hitting with accuracy.

The sickening sound of bullets piercing flesh resonated in the air and his muffled cries washed a wave of light relief in Anissa.

Sharjeel cried in pain as the bullets pierced through both his thighs and his upper arms.

Shehryaar watched in pure amusement and wonder. He was not only impressed at her perfect aim but also felt proud.

"Good job." He commended and kissed her temple. He thought that she was having fun by shooting in the limbs but when he saw her tense muscles relax, she sighed and pulled the revolver down.

Frowning, he squeezed her shoulders a little. "Well what are you waiting for, finish him." He said.

Shaking her head, she turned around and stretched the revolver in his direction, giving it back to him.

"I've had my revenge. I won't kill him. But I've hurt him. That's enough for me." She claimed, a satisfied gleam shining in her hazel orbs and a ghost of a smile played on her lips.

Good job Ainnie. I'm proud of you. Her conscience commended.

But when she saw Shehryaar's angry gaze meet hers, she flinched.

"Finish the job Anissa." He snarled, his nostrils flaring. Taking a few steps back, Anissa viewed her husband in trepidation.

"No, I won't kill him. He doesn't deserve to die." She claimed resolutely.

Shehryaar was fuming now. "Do as I say. I will not tolerate your disobedience." He yelled.

"I will not. You wanted me to take my revenge well I've taken it. I've shot him in places with major arteries and muscles which will surely leave him handicapped. He deserves to suffer but his crime wasn't so great as to warrant a death sentence." She stated calmly.

Shehryaar looked at her with shock. "Are you f*****g serious?" He seethed. He couldn't believe how daft Anissa could be.

"I will not kill Shehryaar." She claimed in a strong voice, standing her ground.

"Oh, so you won't kill huh?" He mocked and took the revolver from her hand. Putting in his unreadable expression, his grey gaze ablaze.

"End that miserable fucker's pathetic excuse of a life Anissa or you'll pay for the consequences." He said.

"I'm willing to pay for any consequences you throw at me Shehryaar. You've already caused me to lose too much. What else is there?"

What else she asks? A lot my dear. He mentally smiled.

“If you won’t kill him than,” he took the revolver and aimed it on Sharjeel’s head. “I will.”

“No!” Anissa screamed and stood as a shield in front of Sharjeel.

“Get the f**k out of my way.” Shehryaar shouted. His voice resonated in the dark empty room, cauing Anissa to flinch in fright.

“No, I won’t. I will not let you kill him.”

“What the f**k is wrong with you? He f*****g raped you. He dared to taint what’s mine. I will not stand for it.”

“But he doesn’t deserve to die.”

“I don’t give a f**k. Now if you don’t want me to cause the bullet to fire through you, I suggest you move.”

Anissa’s face paled. She knew Shehryaar wasn’t one to bluff—she had already challenged him once and regretted it. The expression on Shehryaar’s face was void of emotions but his grey eyes were serious and held his strong determination.

“Spare him Shehryaar please.” She pleaded, giving up.

Shehryaar smirked at her surrender. “And why should i?”

How was she suppose to explain to a person who held no moral compass—she knew Shehryaar wouldn’t understand because it wasn’t right and apparently he held no sense of right and wrong.

“Because, it’s wrong.”

“It’s not. It’s the right thing to do. He deserves to die.”

“He doesn’t. show him mercy.” She begged in a small voice.

Shehryaar erupted into a loud humorless laugh. It sounded so bleak. “Oh my God!” he said between laughs and then stopped. His eyes shot fire at Anissa and in an instant, he had gripped her throat. Anissa gasped and gazed at the devil with wide eyes. Her heart thumped violently in her chest with fear and dread.

Shehryaar looked every bit the psychopath that she thought he was with his emotionless cold steel grey eyes and a murderous expression marring his sharp hardened features, making his handsome face look menacing.

Calm down Ainnie. She told herself and maintained her ground. Carefully, she cupped the hand that was gripping her neck. He was a powerful and strong man—it wasn’t hard for him to snap her neck right then and there. Her blood ran cold in her veins. She was so scared that she was certain she would’ve passed out by now but she needed to be brave.

the life of Sherjeel and his family hung in the balance.

“You’ve clearly underestimated me at every turn. You have no idea who I am. I am f*****g Shehryaar Ghulari!” he yelled. Anissa squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips firmly to control the whimper that threatened to escape.

“P-please, sp-spare him.” She beseeched in a weak voice. She took a few deep breathed and opened her eyes.

Shehryaar still looked menacing.

I can’t believe I’m pleading for the life of this scum. She thought with distaste. But I’m not doing this for him. His family will be hurt. I know he’s an only child. His parents would be devastated. They don’t deserve that kind of pain—no parent does.

I’ll have to bargain with him. That seems like the only way.

“If you spare him, th-then, I’ll give you anything you want.” She said.

Shehryaar chuckled darkly. “What is this? A f*****g negotiation?” he spat in disgust. His grey cold eyes had her pinned down. But through her periphery she saw the revolver still aimed at the target.

“Yes—for his life.” She spoke and swallowed.

His hand squeezed lightly around her delicate neck—she was certain it would leave a bruise. “What would I get? Let’s say if I spare this motherfucker’s life, what are you willing to give me?” he asked.

“Anything,” she answered immediately. “I’m willing to give you anything you want.”

“Oh,” his perfect brow quirked up. “Anything you say.” He mused, his unfeeling eyes boring into her fear filled ones. The tears slipped down her flushed cheeks and she nodded in agreement.

With a steady breath, he lowered the revolver and released her neck. She gasped for air and messaged her bruised neck.

“Remember what you said. Dare to break your word Tara and trust me, you will not like what I will do to you.” He growled. She nodded instantly.

“Then,” he smirked and invaded her personal space, his warm breath brushing against her moist cheeks. “Shall we start?” he murmured. He placed the revolver back in his holster and took her elbow harshly.

“Let him go first.” She said.

Snapping his fingers, Zameer appeared at his side. “Take the bastard to the warehouse.” He ordered.

“Yes Saeen.” Zameer nodded in acknowledgement.

Shehryaar turned to Anissa. “Now meri Tara, we have a wedding night to resume.” He murmured huskily.

Anissa shuddered as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. This is going to be a long night.

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