Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 26

"Thank you for shopping here, have a nice day." The sales girl chirped.

"Have these delivered to this address." Shehryaar ordered in an authoritative tone and handed her a card.

Anissa was in state of confusion; when she woke up for her morning prayer, Shehryaar wasn't in their room so she slept back after her prayers and when she had woken up the next time again, he came to her and told her he was taking her shopping. And what even surprised her more was that he told her to pick whatever she liked.

And as she picked out her new clothes, she felt elated. Maybe what I asked of him yesterday really did have an affect on him. She thought as she went to the counter. At least he was decent enough to let me my own clothes. Maybe he's finally begun to respect my preferences. She thought positively.

After they exited the shop, she sat in the passenger seat of his sleek Ferrari. She noticed that there were two black Hummers following the convertible from a discreet distance.

Are we getting security protocol? She thought. In a country like Pakistan, only important personalities like politicians got security protocol and that too by using the people's money for their own luxury and gain.

And now that she thought about it, from the Victorian estate to the endless boutique shopping to the sleek convertible and security protocol, She wondered whether the money Shehryaar had was legit or not.

He was in the Mafia as well as a CEO. Who's to say that the money he owned was lawful or not.

"We'll get you shoes and jewellery next." Shehryaar declared. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was dressed casually in a white polo shirt and dark demin pants. His hair was tossed to the side on his head and his smouldering eyes were hidden behind Ray-Ban shades. The muscles in his arms flexed each time his hands moved in the steering wheel. She blushed thinking about how those strong muscular arms wrapped around her last night.

Ah last night! She began to sweat on thinking about what happened last night. She felt hot all over. Her core began to throb and pool between her thighs as she thought about last night and how brutally he left her hanging. She clenched her thighs and buckled her knees together to resist her urges.

she dismissed the shameful thoughts quickly, not wanting to think about them anymore.

Shehryaar noticed and his hand came forward and gripped her thigh, his fingers caressing the inside of her thigh through her jeans, making her gasp and Jump in surprise.

"I know what you are thinking about." He drawled, clearly amused as a smug smirk plastered on his handsome face. 

"Don't worry, if you're a good girl then I'll gladly give you what you want." He drawled, his voice turning husky as his finger gently caressed her.

Anissa shuddered and was grateful that his eyes were on the road as he drove otherwise she would've been in trouble.

"No-no you don't." She mumbled and gently tried to remove his hand.

His brows furrowed together and he slapped away her hand, his grip tightening possessively as his fingers travelled in and grazed the covered apex between her thighs.

Her breath hitched in her throat. "Never," he gritted as his hand roughly separated her thighs and cupped her s*x, his fingers digging through the thick fabric of her jeans. "Try to remove my touch from yourself again. This is my first and last warning." He growled. She flinched but then her mind clouded as he ground his hand into her.

She moaned when his fingers rubbed her s*x, she core pooling and wetting her panties as well as the thick material of her jeans. Her mind couldn't conjure up any coherent thoughts.

Shehryaar smirked with satisfaction when he felt the wetness soaking her down there.

"So f*****g responsive." He gritted and his hand travelled to her mouth as he softly pulled her lips apart and glided his thumb in her warm mouth. involuntarily, she sucked on it, moaning in the process.

Shehryaar found it so erotic. "f**k," he hissed as his d**k hardened and throbbed and tanked in his pants. He then removed his thumb immediately before he got distracted too much and focused on driving; He didn't want any more distractions.

Anissa whined on his abrupt action. 

Shehryaar chuckled and was satisfied with her reaction. 

Anissa regained her senses and realized what she had done. Her face flushed and heart thumped violently.

"Relax and enjoy you're shopping." Shehryaar said casually and both his hands gripped the steering wheel.

"I-I don't want y-you to waste anymore m-money on me."She stammered and tried to gain her bearings.

"Waste?" Shehryaar muttered. "It's my money and I can use it however I f*****g please and if using it on my wife is wasting it then so be it." He declared.

"But I don't want to use things bought from your black money." She said fearlessly, not realizing the extent to which she became bold. but it needed to be said. Her father made an honest and lawful earning. All her life, she had always earned and used legit money. The mere thought of using black money was unsettling for her. 

and if it came from the Mafia the it certainly wasn't just black money; it was blood money.

"Black money?" He mused, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Anissa noticed and swallowed hard.

"Yes, you're in the Mafia aren't you? The money you have isn't legit." She claimed.

Shehryaar chuckled dryly. She was surprised he didn't snap at her. Shehryaar was so unpredictable. He was like a ticking time bomb. Sometimes he would be in the mood to humour her in her arguments and then at other times he would use abuse and violence to get her to submit.

Anissa thought that perhaps he was in a light mood today so she stuck with her argument.

"I'm not only in the Mafia babe. I f*****g own the entire Mafia in the country." He claimed haughtily.

"But don't worry your pretty little head over such matters. Aside from being the Mafia king, I'm also the CEO of the country's most successful and powerful corporate firm. My company brought thousands of jobs and made the economy strong. So the money that I usually use is legit and lawful because I earned it through hard work." He stated passionately. And it was true. He had put his blood and sweat into making Indus Enterprises at the young age of 18 when he graduated from high school.

Anissa gawked at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe what he told her.

He's got to be lying. She thought to herself. But of course, who was she to judge. She had only known him for two weeks and she knew next to nothing about him.

"So, its true, you're really in the Mafia?"

"Yes Tara. I am." He affirmed.

"So the Army,"

"Ah yes, the Army." He said in disdain.

He had only three enemies.

The Indian Mafia owned by Shakir Kinar, who was always trying to gain entry into his business and his territories. He funded the Indian army and politicians on the border and line of control so Shehryaar did the same and as CEO, he held a respectable status in the country and donated billions to the Pak Army for fighting off the enemy at the borders.

And then there was the Pakistan Armed forces. Shehryaar owned most of the corrupt politicians and Senators who did his bidding but then he made the mistake of trying to buy a few of the top ranking generals in the army and ended up making them his enemy. He had underestimated the nationalistic loyalty of the armed forces and ever since then, the Pakistan Army intelligence agency (PAIA), came to know him as the Mafia king and began to pursue him. But he was a powerful man and couldn't easily be touched. And so it's been years since the army had been on his trail but couldn't come up with any solid evidence of his underworld activities since he did them with utmost care and secretive discretion.

And then came his arch enemy: his family. And right now, the first enemy that he was planning on destroying was his family.

"Don't worry about anything. It isn't your concern." Shehryaar deadpanned and focused on driving. "I've worked hard to earn that money." He stated. Then his anger got a hold of him.

"If I want to, I'll f*****g waste as much money as I want and there's nothing you can f*****g do about it." He sneered, putting emphasis on the word waste.

She felt bad at her poor choice of words. Of course he would be offended if she judged him without knowing him. But could be blame her? She knew nothing about him.

I can't trust him or believe a word of what he says. She thought. I wish I had my phone so I could look him up. If he's really that much of an important person then I'm sure that I can search about him on the internet.

Then it hit her and she looked at her hands.

"Can I have my phone back please?" She asked politely. When he had kidnapped her, he took her phone away and didn't bother giving it back.

"If what you call that deadbeat of an outdated gadget a phone the no you won't be getting it back." He responded coolly.

"What? But why?" She asked, her voice rising an octave.

"Watch your tone!" Shehryaar sneered.

Anissa flinched and sunk into her seat. "Please give it back. I bought that phone from my first ever pay check. It holds a lot of sentimental value for me." She said, feeling her eyes begin to well up with sadness on losing her phone.

"I'll buy you a new one."

"Please I don't want a new one." She insisted.

"When i said you will not be getting that phone back then understand it and stop f*****g arguing with me!" He yelled. Anissa flinched and feared that he might hit her since the last time she argued with him, he didn't hesitate to raise his hand on her. So she kept quiet.

Anissa yelped when the car took a Sharp turn. She hit her head on the window and the bullet wound on her upper arm screamed in pain. She hissed and rubbed on it to relieve the pain.

"What the hell!" She muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Shehryaar snapped, not pleased with what she said.

"N-nothing," she mumbled and rubbed her head where it hit the window.

A few moments later, the car came to a stop outside an Apple Store. Anissa gaped at it in confusion but was pulled out of her confusion when Shehryaar flew open her door and roughly took her wrist.

"Behave." He warmed and began to drag her inside the store. Anissa reigned control on her tears.

Shehryaar orders the salesman to show him the latest iPhones. His voice and figure were so powerful and intimidating that the sales people rushed to get him what he wanted.

"Choose." He ordered Anissa. She looked at the various slick phones on the glass counter.

I want my phone back. She whined mentally. When Shehryaar saw she wasn't answering, he squeezed her wrist tight so painfully that Anissa gasped as the pain radiated to her throbbing injury on her arm.

"The faded gold one." She mumbled. Shehryaar immediately bought it and handed it to her. Back in the car, she stared at the white box in her hands. She wasn't that much of a social person and the reason she demanded her own phone back was because it had her family's photos and messages. It saddened her that Shehryaar snatched the only remnant of her family that was left with her in her old phone.

she gasped. Is that the reason why he isn't giving me back my phone? She thought and then realised that it was the reason.

She sighed and stared at the box.

Of well, I was going to buy a new phone anyway. She thought and tried to make herself feel better. Then a question came to her mind but she needed a lot of courage to ask it.

Taking in deep breaths, she spoke when she was sure her voice wouldn't shake.

"Can I ask, when can I start my practice again?" She inquired in a low controlled voice.

"You won't be. I will provide you with everything so there isn't any need for you to work." He claimed, his voice unfeeling and uncaring.

Anger shot up in her core as she processed what he told her.

"What?" She murmured and then her anger blew over the lid and she was practically screaming.

"I didn't waste six years of my life in med school just to sit at home." She sneered.

"You can't do this to me I'm ah!" She was immediately silenced when Shehryaar's calloused hand came and roughly grabbed a hold of her mandible, his thumb and index finger pressing harshly into the hinge joints that held her mandible with the rest of her jaw.

"What the f**k did I say about that tone of yours?" He growled as his fingers dug into her skin. She screamed and cried in pain as her jaw felt like it was being ripped away from her face.

"Next time you forget your place, I will dislocate your jaw and I know that you know I can easily do that since it can be put back together but not without the excruciating pain that comes with it." He stated, his voice cold, his eyes never leaving the road as he was sure that Anissa got the message. If his eyes weren't hidden behind the shades she would've died from the terrifying murderous look he would've given her.

Cold shivers ran down her spine as cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Her anger long forgotten and sheer dread and fright took its place.

She gripped the white phone box tightly in her hands as she bore with the pain. Her heart slammed against her ribcage. Shehryaar was still driving with one hand so she was relieved to know that he wouldn't be doing much then threatening her at the moment.

"I-I'm so-sorry," she sobbed, barely able to speak as his fingers held her jaw immobile. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

Shehryaar released her jaw and pushed her jaw away harshly and drove as if nothing happened.

She hit her head against the window the second time and that too in the same spot. 

Does he necessarily have to manhandle me? 

Her temple throbbed and her felt a headache rising. Her eyes stung with fresh tears, not from the pain that was physically inflicted on her but from the emotional and psychological pain that Shehryaar inflicted upon her. She moved her jaw slightly to relieve the pain. She was certain it would've left bruises.

I worked so hard. I got so many distinctions in all my years of med school and won so many gold medals. And for what? So that I could waste my potential and sit at home and be a docile wife? She thought bitterly.

She remembered her class fellows who got married during and after med school and most of them had to give up their careers because either their husbands didn't allow them to work or their in laws didn't allow them. And they were so smart and so talented too. They would've made amazing physicians but society and its norms didn't get them the chance and they fell prey to the rotting traditions and customs of the society.

Anissa hadn't given much thought about it since after her incident, she became doubtful whether or not she would get married and so she focused all her energy into making her career in medicine. But she had prayed that if she ever got married, her husband wouldn't be like other narrow minded men and would support her in building her career.

But how wrong she was. My own husband is one of those men. He's going to waste my potential.

"You aren't being fair." She whispered, choking on her sobs.

Shehryaar let out a low dry chuckle. "I don't need to be fair. I can do whatever the f**k i want." He claimed arrogantly.

"Please at least consider it." She beseeched and prepared herself for his outburst but to her surprise Shehryaar ignored her pleas and concentrated on driving.

They drove for a while until the car came to a stop outside the entrance of an elegant posh restaurant building.

"Compose yourself." Shehryaar ordered and threw a tissue box in her lap. She obeyed and began to clean her face. Taking out a mirror, she looked at herself and sure enough there were dark purple bruises at the junction of her jaw joints. She wrapped her dupatta around her head so that the sides of her face were effectively hidden from public view.

The day has barely started and he is being so rough with me. She thought ruefully as she blew her nose. Thank God I'm not wearing any makeup. It would've been so embarrassing. She thought and inhaled deeply.

Looks like I'll always be crying sad and painful tears.

"You better not f*****g misbehave here or there will be consequences." Shehryaar threatened and jumped out of the car. He came to her side and roughly pulled her out of the car. Snaking a possessive arm around her waist, he handed the key to the wallet and headed inside.

The whole place screamed money and the ambience and grandeur of the place made Anissa feel out of place.

"I'm not dressed appropriately for a place like this." She mumbled lowly.

"You look fine to me." Shehryaar replied in a bored tone and ordered a cabin. Anissa looked around the people and noticed how formally they were all dressed. She clutched at the sides of her kameez as she felt heat radiate up her neck.

Shehryaar had made her get ready in ten minutes because otherwise he wouldn't have taken her out. And Anissa was anxious to see Karachi since she always dreamed of being at the mega city.

She was dressed in a casual pink printed lawn kameez with dark blue skinny jeans and black pumps along with a black dupatta.

The waiter led them to a private cabin and handed them their menus. Anissa gawked at the menu in confusion. She had never had French food before.

Shehryaar sensed her discomfort and order his usual for the both of them.

"Thank you," Anissa mumbled sincerely. Normally she would've been angry and offended for having him select her meal for her but since she didn't know anything about French cuisine, she was grateful for his thoughtful act.

Thoughtful? Was it really? She wondered and rubbed her jaw involuntarily.

Yes, he's been thoughtful. He made you choose your own clothes and your own iPhone. The rational part of her brain put forward.

Not without the use of force. She added bitterly.

Shehryaar took off his shades and his piercing grey eyes landed on her.

Oh God, why is he staring at me? She thought.

She had been so glum ever since her wedding. She wasn't an unenthusiastic person but all her marriage brought to her was negativity and fear.

Come on Ainnie, you're better then this. Just stop thinking too much and clear your head. Whatever happened happened. Get over it now. You know that he's a control freak and wouldn't change his mind and you know better then to go against him. Her subconscious chided.

She was already feeling so bitter because of what he decided for her a few moments ago and what he did and then there was last night: her mind drifted to the events of the previous night.

Her cheeks instantly exploded with colour at being reminded of what he did. Her heart picked up speed. She felt hot all of a sudden.

By all means, she should be sulking. He had disrespected her and forced her to wear a degrading outfit and to top it off, he left her hanging in s****l frustration. Although she was suffering from s****l dysfunction, now she doubted whether or not it was permanent.

And Shehryaar was somehow helping her out of it. She was slowly beginning to think that maybe it was all in her head. If she had really suffered from s****l dysfunction then she would've hated his touch but she didn't. She had to admit to herself that she actually liked it.

But she kept on thinking about the bad he committed on her. Maybe I should try to forget about it. After all, all the outfits that I bought today were all modest and he didn't seem to have a problem with it. Maybe he has accepted my taste and respects my choice now. And he was decent enough to let me choose my own phone. She tried to pacify herself.

And she didn't want to get on his bad side today. Already she felt like he was a ticking time bomb. It was only the beginning of their Marriage and he was being so tough on her.

For once, at least for today, she wanted to feel normal. Like they were a normal couple just enjoying each other's company. Even though they were anything but.

And even though she felt angry at herself because she was literally willing herself into excusing his behaviour with her, she wanted to be the mature one and let things slide.

After all, it was just the beginning. She held so many hopes from her parents as well as his Amma to make her marriage work and if she sulked at his every whim, their marriage would be in shambles.

Of course what he did to her was unforgivable but she couldn't help but wonder whether his upbringing had a big part in moulding his personality.

He displayed extreme awkward social behaviour. There must be a reason behind it. She thought to herself.

The goodness in her heart prevailed and urged her to get to know him so that she may understand him better. Maybe if she knew about him better then she could help him change. 

she was always an optimist. and even now, she would be one.

She knew he was an arrogant man and too prideful to compromise. But Anissa was humble.

If he wasn't willing to compromise then she would be the wise one and compromise. I'll give him a chance. Everyone deserves chances.

She wanted to strike a conversation so that she could be released from his smouldering gaze.

"C-can I ask you something?" She started. Shehryaar sighed and looked at her. He was busy on his phone when she spoke. Her eyes fell to her hands when he tried to make eye contact.

"Of course, but look at me when you're talking to him." He demanded, his voice gentle yet firm.

She sighed and lifted her face up, meeting his intense gaze head on-- hazel to grey.

"Tell me about yourself." She asked.

A brow quirked up as he viewed his wife with amusement. A smirk made its way to his lips.

"This is new. What brought this on?" He inquired, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement.

So she's finally opened up to me. He thought triumphantly.

Anissa shrugged and leaned into her chair, her hands nearly folded in her lap as she looked at her the handsome man in front of her.

"We are married. And I don't know anything about you." She answered.

"Fair enough. What do you wanna know?" He asked in English. Anissa swallowed, even the slightest movement at her jaw made her flinch with pain so she tried her best to ignore it. She tried to get in her comfort zone when she sensed that he was okay with her asking questions.

"Well for starters, what is your age?"

"Twenty seven."

So he's three years older then me. She wondered.

"Have you always lived in Karachi?"

"No, I was born and raised in Khaaspur. That's in the Sikhai district."

"Your education?"

"I was did my primary education from Khaaspur. I came to Karachi for high school and did Cambridge board. Afterwards I got a scholarship to study in Yale university and graduated with honors in Business Administration. Later I completed my MBA from Quaid-e-Azam university." He spoke with so much pride. Anissa's saw his eyes twinkle as he told her.

"Why Quaid-e-Azam university?" She inquired, her curiosity piqued. Why would he want to study in Islamabad? She genuinely wondered because Karachi had more prestigious instituitions. Shehryaar stared at her, his eyes and expression going blank all of a sudden so she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Because it's the most prestigious institute in the country. And also because I'm one of the permanent donars to that university." He replied in monotone. Anissa sensed an off edge in his tone but didn't linger much on it.

Now was the time for some personal questions.

"What about your family?" She inquired.

Shehryaar's expression hardened, his jaw clenched and she could've sworn she saw the muscles in his mandible tick as his eyes darkened. His reaction is the same as Amma's when I had asked her about his family.

"I don't have any family." He replied coldly but Anissa noticed the venom in his tone.

"But, Amma told me about your mother and brother,"

"Enough!" He yelled, his hard fist colliding on the table, shaking the contents on it and making Anissa jump in fright.

His nostrils flared in rage as he fixed Anissa with a death glare. Anissa shivered in dread, her heart sank to the pit of her stomach.

"Do not f*****g ask this question of me again." He hissed, his eyes shooting fire at her. His expression looked so terrifying to Anissa. Gone was the amusement in his eyes and got replaced by fury.

Cold fear pulses through her veins as she felt sweat rise on her forehead as she nodded shakily in silence. She felt tears well up in her eyes. She had tried so hard not to get on his bad side but she failed.

Their orders arrived and Shehryaar ate in silence. Anissa peered at him from under her lashes. His expression was blank but she could tell that he was deep in thought.

Why does he feel that way? Does he truly not have any family?

Anissa didn't bother asking anymore questions and focused on her meal. When they were done, Shehryaar dropped her off at the estate and left without saying anything.

Anissa found her bags of shopping in the living room. A maid helped her get them inside her room as she spent the day in getting them in place and also, she surfed the internet to get some info on her suspicious and mysterious husband.

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