Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 25

Anissa's mind came out of the hazy mist of lust as she grasped that she gave into him so easily. I can't believe I let him take advantage of me like that. She scolded herself.

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she focused on her anger. He release her wrists and caught her waist as his lips went up to her neck and nuzzled in and kissed her throbbing pulse.

"Get off me now." She said and pushed at his shoulders to get him off. She felt pinned down as the weight of his bulky muscular body crushed her lower abdomen and legs.

"Is that how it's going to be? You're going to punish me if I defy and reward me if I be good?" Anissa inquired, her breathing escalating.

Shehryaar smirked. "Yes, that's exactly how it's going to be."

"So each time you disrespect me, you just expect me to submit? Then you'll reward me?Then what if I disrespect you? Will you punish me?" Anissa said, her voice low as tears welled up in her eyes.

Shehryaar's eyes darkened. His fingers duh into her wrists causing her to wince in pain. "Dare to cross me on that Tara and you'll regret it. Trust me on that." He growled, his handsome face morphing into that of a dark angel. It frightened Anissa to no end and she knew instantly that he was dead serious.

But she wasn't giving up either.

"Then don't disrespect me either. I want our relationship to be built on mutual respect and understanding." She began to sob, her dread making her weep her unfortunate fate.

"Why the hell did you marry me? If you can't respect me then why did you marry me? If you wanted a woman of your standards and expectations then you could've married some rich heiress. Why did you marry me?" She shrieked and began to thrash under him.

"Where the f**k is this coming from?" Shehryaar asked, his tone laced with anger and frustration.

"Tell me," she paused and stared deeply into his angry smouldering eyes. "If you want me to at least respect you then at least you should treat me with respect as well. All I want is to live with respect and dignity. That's all I have Shehryaar. Don't take it away from." She cried, her tears falling from her temples to her hair.

"I'll respect you and even listen to you willingly if you make a reasonable request. You cannot coerce me to do everything that you want. I want to make this marriage work but I can't if you keep trying to hurt me like that." She stated, his sobs racked in her chest.

Shehryaar saw pure hurt in her innocent hazel orbs and it tugged at the strings of his heart.

The humane part of him began to scold him for what he made that innocent girl go through. But he shut it down immediately and put on his cold emotionless mask. He willed himself into his cold hard exterior for he needed it in order to execute his plans.

"Get your s**t together." He said got off of her.

Her tears kept rolling down as she wept. Hugging herself closely, she thought hard in how to make him understand. Minutes must've passed as Shehryaar emerged from the bathroom in a grey shirt and sweats, rubbing a towel on his wet hair. He didn't spare Anissa a glance as he went straight towards the door.

"Shehry," Anissa called, her voice gentle and sweet.

Shehryaar halted in his steps.

Anissa got off the bed and approached him. Her hazel orbs shone with sincerity as she braced his shoulders gently and stared deep into his eyes.

I'll just have to make him understand through softer means, she thought as she leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I am your wife. I am yours. Please treat what's yours with respect and dignity. I bear you name after all." She said gently and cupped his cheek.

Shehryaar was taken aback by the sudden change in her attitude. One minute was she was crying her eyes out and the next she stood in front of him confidently.

"Oh really?" He smirked and caught her waist.

Anissa shuddered from where he touched her. Her grey eyes becoming dark and hooded.

"Yes," she replied, her voice a whisper.

Shehryaar stared at her blankly, trying to understand what she was scheming.

Shehryaar didn't say anything and left her hanging.

She stomped her foot on the marble floor in disbelief. What a heartless, cold, self conceited bastard! She screamed mentally and retreated to the bathroom. The cold shower helped to cool down her temper.

She was practically fuming. But the soft spray of the cold water helped to untie the knots in her back.

Blocking away the events of the evening, she fell into a deep sleep.

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"Well well well, if it isn't my little brother."

Shehryaar resisted the urge to pounce at the man and beat him to a pulp.

Calm the f**k down. 

Calm the f**k down.

He chanted mentally. His hands itched to reach for his gun and shoot down his enemy. But he had bigger things to worry about so he reigned on her anger and composed himself as he sat at the head of the table in the large conference room.

"I'm glad you could join me Azhar." He said in monotone.

Azhar stood at the entrance with two buff body guards ready on standby.

"Need I remind you that this is a truce meeting. No weapons." Zameer spoke. It took him a lot of convincing for Shehryaar to finally agree to hold this meeting. He knew that Azhar was a shithead who loved to rub it in and would spare no opportunity to humiliate or degrade his own brother.

Azhar gave a cocky smirk as he pulled out a chair and sat down facing Shehryaar. "Ah yes I know but still, I can never be too careful. I'm in enemy territory." He claimed, his voice proud and confident.

"This is a friendly discussion between brothers," shehryaar said, balling his hands into fists to control his anger and rising disgust and hatred for the low life scum that sat in front of him.

"Brothers?" Azhar scoffed. "Last I checked, I killed one of them because apparently he was getting out of control and had to be contained." He chuckled dryly.

Shehryaar was about ready to pounce at him when Zameer caught a hold of his shoulder. This asshole is intentionally trying to provoke Shehryaar. Zameer thought with disdain. Well we only need him to agree to our terms then we're all set.

"Yes well, we aren't here to discuss about the past. We are here to discuss about the future." Zameer told.

"The future you say. Then what possibly could the Saeen of the south want with the Saeen of the north?" Azhar scoffed, his tone interested yet unenthusiastic.

"Just like Zameer said, the future," Shehryaar spoke, masking his voice and gave into a hard cold exterior.

"I am the boss of the south and periphery of the Sikhai while you are the master of the north. I have decided to put aside past grievances and propose an alliance." Shehryaar said, his voice strong and powerful.

"We both share the same enemy. The bastard son of Hameed Ghulari." Shehryaar leaned back into his seat and crossed his right ankle on his left knee. Knowing his fingers together, he saw the man sitting in front of him: the man exuded confidence but from the beads of sweat on his forehead and awkward stance of his shoulders easily gave him away. Shehryaar was aware that Azhar was truly a fool and a power hungry i***t.

Nawaaz was growing powerful by the day and was crossing into the Sikhai region and gaining supporters and men on both sides. If action isn't taken soon the it'll be turned into a full blown war with the involvement of the Army.

And before that could happen, Shehryaar wanted to gain control of the situation: he planned on gaining Azhar's trust, making him agree to take in a faction of his Mafia into his territory and then striking and getting rid of Azhar as well as Nawaaz all in one go. It was like killing two birds with stone.

This would lead to the ultimate prize: gaining control of all of the Sikhai region for those who controlled the Sikhai region had the entire country in the palm of their hands.

But Shehryaar didn't care about that. It was just a added bonus. What he cares about was avenging his twin brother's death.

"He is infiltrating into my territory as well as yours. He's a fool for not only making an enemy out of me but also you. And since we are true half brothers, we can easily gain an upper hand by joining forces. I have the Chinese Mafia on my side while you have the Punjabi alliances at yours. Together, it's a strong combination. Nawaaz'a group may not pose a threat now but slowly he's making the peasants and the poor immigrants his supporters. He is gaining power steadily." Shehryaar said.

Azhar leaned back in his seat. He looked visibly shaken. "So what? What can a couple of peasants do? They are all worthless low lives. They pose no threat." He said.

Shehryaar looked at him internally smirked. " is that what you thought as well when they raided in Shikarpur and caused riots and destruction?" He inquired. Nawaaz had managed to get into Shikarpur which was a major town in Sikhai and gained the people's favor there.

"Don't underestimate the power of a common man Azhar. It's a mistake you'll regret." Shehryaar spat. He wasn't able to control his anger for long if the dim witted i***t didn't agree to his proposal soon enough.

"Still, Nawaaz isn't that strong."

"No but he's growing. I have intel that he's gained the support of the militants in KPK and balochistan. And that surely presents a problem." Shehryaar bluffed. He knew Azhar would easily buy it.

And it was right when he saw Azhar's face become pale. Gaining the militants support meant Azhar would cornered since the Sikhai came in between the country.

"And how do I know u can trust in this proposal of yours."

Bingo! Gotchya! Shehryaar smirked and slide a piece of paper to Azhar on the slick polished table.

"We take a blood oath. That should be enough assurance." Shehryaar said and stood up. He took out his pocket knife and sliced his thumb and stamped it down on the contract.

Nothing was more serious for a Saeen then a blood oath. It meant that betrayal would be met with death and it was code that even the most evilest of criminals honored. But Shehryaar had his own way of getting Azhar in his trap without breaking his blood oath.

Azhar stood up and studied Shehryaar for a moment. Of course Shehryaar masked a blank and emotionless expression.

"Very well," Azhar agreed and took out his knife and sliced his thumb, signing his stamp in blood on the contract.

"Well then brother," Shehryaar resisted the urge to gag upon calling the killer of his twin brother. It too everything in him to not just kill the bastard while he was there. But he had bigger plans and for that he needed Azhar for that.

"I will be sending Ina faction of my divisions to khairabad. You can send a faction to Karachi. I'll be visiting Shanghai soon for reinforcements." Shehryaar notified.

"Very well brother." Azhar exclaimed and engulfed Shehryaar into a hug.

This sentimental fucker just signed his own death warrant. Shehryaar patted himself on the back for the job was easily done.

"Very well. I will also notify the Punjabi alliances." Azhar agreed.

Shehryaar sealed the deal with further contracts sighed in. And Azhar blindly sighed in without asking for the outcomes. Zameer was right; Azhar really was stupid.

Soon, I'll have all the power in this entire Subcontinent. My Mafia will be the most powerful and untouchable Mafia. And my revenge will be the perfect cherry on top. Shehryaar felt excitement pulse through him.

This was what he lived for; bloodshed, power, control and dominance. 

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