Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 24

At first he's a passionate tormentor and now suddenly he's back to his cold self. He's definitely suffering from some mental disorder.

So many questions plagued her mind.

But at present, all she wanted was to be out of the disgusting outfit that made her feel like a harlot. Requiring answers for her questions would come later.

Shehryaar changed into his attire and was about to leave when Anissa caught his arm. "Please, let me change into something more appropriate and I promise I will never question you or disobey you again." She gave in, praying for his heart to open up and accept her plea.

Shehryaar turned to face her, a cruel smile plastered on his face.

"Go on, keep begging. It makes this whole ordeal all the more enjoyable." He c****d his head to the side. His eyes were gleaming with a sadistic intent. Cupping her jae in his hand, he roughylu brought her face near his as his warm breath fanned her flushed cheeks.

"Or maybe I should call in that maid again and put a bullet in between her eyes. Maybe that will get you to be quiet and do as I say." He gritted through clenched teeth, his nails digging into her jaw, making her wince in pain.

That's when it hit her.

"You're going to use anyone I get close to to make me pay for your so called consequences?" Anissa spat bitterly.

His lips curved into a cold smile, his features hard and dark, making his perfectly sculpted face look menacing as a malicious glint shone in his smokey eyes. "Clever girl. I know your stubborn and in order to break you, I'll be using many means." He claimed. A cold shiver ran down Anissa's spine as she figured out the meaning behind his words.

"How can you play with others lives like that?" She spat in disbelief.

"Because I can." He simply said, completely nonchalant, releasing her jaw. She rubbed her jaw to ease away the pain.

She felt disgusted by him. But she had a bigger issue to worry about at the moment.

"Please, don't disrespect me like this." She pleaded once again in a last attempt to make him change his mind.

If the life of the maid wasn't hanging on her, she wouldn't changed out of those degrading clothes immediately but she knew better then to risk the life of an innocent.

He didn't say any more and left. A stylist and makeup artist entered the bedroom and prepared her for the dinner party.

Her bruises on her neck and cheek were effectively hidden under layers of makeup. The bullet scar on her upper arm was also concealed under makeup and Shehryaar's brand was hidden underneath the sari on her right shoulder.

She felt so ashamed when she had to leave the security of her bedroom and come out. The air hot her exposed skin causing goosebumps to arise and crawl all over her skin. And when she had to walk through the hall, she felt like crawling in a hole and hiding there forever as the gazes of the men stationed in the hall looked at her.

She felt naked under the heated gazes of the security personnel who lined the hall. But their eyes were immediately diverted away at first glance. They knew better then to gawk at the wife of their boss.

Shehryaar saw his beautiful wife approach and gracefully descend down the stairs.

His eyes shamelessly scrutinised her body from head to toe.

I'm one lucky bastard. She's like a goddess. He thought, pleased with what he saw.

He saw her slim figure that was bestowed with all the right curves at the right places. The black colour of the sari truly complimented her creamy skin. And her dark hair, that was tied up in an elegant bun and had a few tendrils brush beside her face, made her look even more breathtaking. The smokey shimmering makeup highlighted her features.

The sari fitted her figure and hugged her hips, tracing her frame. The thin shoulder rest of the sari did little to hide her expose chest and stomach.

Shehryaar felt a surge of violent desire hit him. He felt like all the blood from his brain was rushing to his lower region, making his d**k throb and twitch with want and desire. When he was touching her and devouring her earlier, he wanted to desperately claim her then and there but he knew he had to be patient. He wanted Anissa to get acquainted with his touch first. And he would have to be a bit patient before he claimed his prize.

The dinner was hosted by one of his important clients and if it wasn't so important, he would take her then and there.

His eyes went ahead and saw that some of his men were looking at Anissa as she slowly walked down the stairs. He balled up his fists and his palms itched, wanting to reach for his gun and shoot down anyone who dared to look at what belonged to him.

Fucking hell! Why the f**k did I make her wear that sari? Snapping his fingers, he called a maid and ordered her to bring him a shawl.

Anissa saw Shehryaar was waiting for her in the hall. He was dressed in an impeccable fine tailored black tuxedo. His hair was fashionably combed back, his jaw clean shaven. As he approached Anissa on the staircase, the waft of his strong aftershave hit her hard. Taking her hand in his, he brought up her knuckles and planted a chaste kiss on them.

Indeed he looked handsome and delectable. If he hadn't imposed his sick intentions on her, Anissa wouldn't jumped on him and kissed him hard. But she refrained from doing so. Her anger overwhelmed her and she despised him with every fibre of he being.

"You look stunning." He complimented. His piercing grey gaze made her feel tingly and nerdy at her core. She pressed her thighs tightly and tried not to squirm under his hypnotising gaze.

She focused on her anger instead. She glared at him intensely.

"I won't ever forgive you for making me do this." She seethed through clenched teeth, snatching her hand away from his hold.

He chuckled dryly. "Like I care about that." He said. Anissa flinched when he unfolded a Black shawl that he was holding and draped it over her shoulders, covering her exposed body.

Anissa gawked at him in disbelief.

What the hell is he up to? He's the one who made me wear this disgusting sari and now he's the one who's covering me with a shawl? She was crying confused now. She was baffled.

First he displayed psychotic tendencies and now he's showing bipolar behaviour. She thought in bafflement but nonetheless, her heart warmed at his gesture. Maybe my words did effect him a little. She thought with relief as she hands clenched around the cloth of the shawl and wound it tightly around herself to cover her exposed body.

But his words shattered the little warmth that she felt for him.

"Wouldn't want you to catch a cold. Your removing this when we get there." He said coldly and extended his arm towards her.

What the hell! Oh God I'm beginning to hate this man! She thought in a fit of rage.

"Take my arm Anissa," he gritted. But she made no move to touch him.

"Unless you want a line of corpses at your feet, you will do well to obey and behave otherwise I will kill each and every servant in this f*****g building." He gritted and extended his arm again.

With a huff, she took his arm and he led her outside the awaiting vehicle. She felt so disgusted at touching him.

How can he say all those things so lightly. This psychopath really doesn't value any human life at all. She thought in dismay as Shehryaar escorted her to the awaiting limousine.

Her skin crawled with goosebumps as they came out of the estate. Never had she ever wore anything that would expose her skin to this extent. Or was it the threat that her psychotic husband made a few seconds ago?

As soon as they left the estate, Anissa whole body went rigid. At least the men at the estate weren't looking at her with questioning eyes but what about the place they were going to? How would she handle other men looking at her with lustful gazes?

Shehryaar glared at her from his seat. He feeded off of her discomfort. This was the only way to make his anger sate a little and satisfy his ego a bit.

He wanted to teach her a lesson for her disobedience. It had only been a week since she was with him and only three days since they've been married and she didn't submit to him.

It annoyed him to no end. She was stubborn that he knew but what he didn't anticipate was that she would be too witty around him. He didn't like that. He was used to getting his way and Anissa was opposing him every step of the way.

That's when he decided he would need to hurry up and break her using every one of her strengths and weaknesses against her.

Since he promised he won't be hurting or threatening her family any more, he couldn't go back on him word. But he knew many more things mattered to Anissa and slowly, one by one, he would exploit each and every thing in order to break her down so that he may mould her back into his own version of the woman he desired.

His reason for doing so was what was making him so motivated. His heart tugged whenever he thought about his reasons.

'I like her for herself. I want her because she's so different. She's what I want in my woman'He recalled his words when he used to watch Anissa from afar. It always made Shehryaar feel inferior and left out.

'What will happen when she figures out about you?'

He shrugged nonchalantly. 'I know that she'll accept me immediately. Because she's the exact version of a saint. She's the exact opposite of us. I need someone like her in my life.' He had told Shehryaar.

That's where you're wrong. I'll make sure to make her just like us. She's no one different. She will be just like us and I'll make sure of it. I'll prove you wrong.

That's the vow he made to himself the moment he was out of the way and Shehryaar had decided to marry Anissa Ghalib.

Anissa was his obsession.

she was right. He was a possessive man. He wanted Anissa and he wanted to corrupt her.

But then there was part of him, a more humane part, who didn't want to hurt her or see her cry. This part of him wanted to keep her pure and innocent. This part of him didn't want to taint her with his dark world.

But Shehryaar kicked this part of himself away. It tugged at his heart and he hated feeing that way. Because that part of him made him feel: He was heartless, ruthless and didn't possess a conscience. And this humane part of him made him feel.

It made him feel for her.

It made him feel for Anissa.

And because of this side of him, he had almost lost Anissa once but never again.

A battle waged within him.

Shehryaar was a master of control and he relished the feeling of being in control in every situation. He especially prided himself on controlling his emotions but when it concerned Anissa, his emotions were in a whirlpool.

It aided havoc in his system, causing control to slip out of his grasp.

And he blamed Anissa for that and he wanted to punish her for it as well.

And he would be doing just that.

Because now she was all his: his to claim, his to hurt and his to taint.

She was the woman who had haunted him for two years straight but because of him, Shehryaar couldn't approach her or claim her. He didn't understand why he wanted her and Shehryaar didn't understand why he himself wanted her too. Was it out of competition?

Or was it out of spite?

But now that he was gone, nothing stopped him from having her all to himself.

And he knew that her pain and hurt would cause him immense pleasure for she was the reason of him feeling tortured and felt behind.

His personal grudge against Anissa and his vendetta against him was the reason he was doing what he wanted.

He smiled evilly to himself. Oh the things I have planned for you Tara. And you will deserve everything for what's coming to you.

Anissa felt the heated gaze of her husband on her face and squirmed under his scrutiny.

Why the hell is he always staring at me? She thought glumly and bit her lower lip.

There was silence between them and she was grateful for that. She clutched the hem of the shawl that covered her. She was still astounded as to why he covered her. Maybe he finally grew some sense and respected my modesty.

They finally arrived at their destination.

Shehryaar gripped the shawl around her shoulders and harshly pulled it away from her, making Anissa let out a low scream as her arms and hands went to cover up her exposed skin.

"If you know what's good for you and those around you, you will behave and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut otherwise there will be hell to pay, Tara. Understood?" He said in a menacing tone.

All the wit that Anissa held jumped out of her head and cold terror gripped her inside when she saw the evil and cruel persona of Shehryaar surface and face her.

She nodded in agreement.

"Good." Shehryaar said and got out. He went to her site of the car and opened her door for her. She took his hand with apparent hesitation but a strong painful squeeze on her wrist made her all he hesitation die down and she composed herself.

Shehryaar wrapped a possessive arm around her tiny waist and they walked into the high profile building.

A man who looked like he was in his early sixties approached them. He had a young woman at his arm who must be a few years older then Anissa and she was dressed elegantly in a white sari. Anissa noticed that the fashion and design of the woman's sari was the same as hers: exposing and revealing.

Did he seriously make me dress in this dreadful sari in competition? She wondered as Shehryaar shook hands with the old man.

"Mr. Ghulari, I'm so pleased you could join me and my lovely wife this fine evening." The man said.

"It's my pleasure Mr. Atif." Shehryaar said, his eyes hard. "This here is my wife Anissa Ghulari." Shehryaar gestured towards the Anissa.

Anissa felt uncomfortable at the mention of her marital name. How different it sounds now. I miss my maiden name. Anissa thought, feeling melancholy all of a sudden.

Plastering a small smile on, she nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Asalam alaikum," she greeted.

"Walaikum asalam, my I must say Mr. Ghulari your bride is quiet the beauty. Though the pictures of her in the news don't do her justice. She's even more gorgeous in person." Mr. Atif commented wholeheartedly.

Anissa blushed and lowered her head. She was used to listening to such comments. And there was once a time when she was irritated by the but she learned to not let them get to her and accept them as just compliments.

They walked into a luxuriously spacious dining room. Dinner was served. The men talked about business and such so Anissa ignored them and ate her meal in silence. Later she excused herself to visit the bathroom to which Mr. Atif's wife escorted her.

When she entered the guest room and approached the bathroom she was stopped dead in her tracks when the woman began gi sneer at her.

"So you're his wife. I've been observing you all night. You aren't that special."

Anissa turned to face her with a frown. "Excuse me but what do you mean." She asked politely.

The woman scowled at Anissa, her brown eyes shooting daggers at Anissa. "Oh don't try to act like an innocent hussy. I know women like you. What did you do to trap such an eligible and handsome man like Shehryaar?" She leered. "Surely you must be after his money. I mean;" she scoffed and scrutinised Anissa in a calculated glare. "Looking at you I can tell that you aren't from a very well off family."

Anger flared in Anissa as she crossed her arms across her chest and glared at the shameless woman who dared to talk to her like that especially about Shehryaar. Anissa understood what this woman was trying to imply.

"How dare you? If you must know, Shehryaar is the one who forced me to marry him. I'm not some gold digger or low class woman who would need to trap anyone. I'm a doctor and I'm from a very shareef family. We may not be as rich or snobbish as you but we are content and happy with what we have." She snapped.

Anissa felt an intense urge to slap that snobbish b***h right at her face. How dare she judge me like that? Are all these hot shots like this? Anissa thought with disgust.

"Yeah sure, I can clearly see what kind of shareef family you're coming from. Tell me, do shareef girls from shareef families hunt down men of power and money so that they may climb up the hierarchal ladder?" The woman jabbed on. "And steal other woman's fiancé like that?"

Anissa frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh so you didn't know?" The woman sneered. "Shehryaar was engaged to my sister. He broke her heart by marrying you. Your nothing but a home wrecker." She sneered.

Anissa was taken aback by this piece of information.

How could this be? He was engaged yet he married me. I always wonders why he married me and that too in such a hurry. Did he marry me in order to avoid marrying that girl? So many more questions plagued her mind.

She wanted answers.

No, she demanded answers.

But she poised herself. This wasn't the first time she was facing bullies. "Think whatever you want to think. I'm not accountable to answer to you." Anissa hissed and moved to retreat to the bathroom, leaving behind her hostess in a furious dumbfounded state.

When she freshened up, Anissa glanced at her reflection.

Great: in college I used to be bullied by mean girls like that women for possessive brains with beauty and now that I've married a billionaire, people will judge me based on my common middle class background and dub me a gold digger. She thought spitefully. When she saw her reflection, she felt like throwing up. Her skimpy sari truly did make her look like some low class woman.

She felt cheap.

No wonder that woman thought like that way about me. Anyone would assume like that if they saw in this outfit. She felt her eyes sting with tears of hurt and humiliation.

She already had a lot to worry about and now this matter: oh well, I've endured far worse. What's a little more harassment going to do? I have to be very strong now.

Then the matter of Shehryaar's engagement popped up in her head. It didn't sit well with her. She didn't like knowing that Shehryaar was engaged to someone else.

Why the hell did he marry me? Why? If he was already engaged to a woman of his equal social standing then why the hell did he marry me? I'm going to get my answers. I'll demand them out of him. She concluded and returned back to the dining room.

Both the men were deeply engrossed in their business talk.

Anissa remained in a quiet foul mood all night long. Shehryaar noticed it.

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When they returned home that night, Anissa quickly retreated to the bathroom and discarded the sari she was wearing and slipped into a comfortable cotton shirt with white sweats.

When she got out, she quickly went to bed and covered her face with the duvet. Shehryaar went into the walk in closet and got changed into just a pair of sweats.

Crawling on the bed, he straddled Anissa's rigid figure and uncovered her face from the duvet, pining her hands above her head. Anissa pretended to be asleep. She wasn't in the mood to play his games.

She was tired and mentally exhausted from the day's horrible ordeals.

"I know you're awake," Shehryaar murmured softly in her ear.

She didn't respond but Shehryaar knew of a way to make her respond.

Anissa get his grip loosen on her wrists and she felt the bed shift as the weight on her moved. She internally sighed and relaxed but it was short lived.

His hands came at the waist band of her sweats and slowly removed them from her legs. Her eyes flew open and got locked into his lustful gaze.

He smirked. "Nice try, I can easily tell when you're sleeping." He claimed, his hands coming in between her soft white thighs and separating them.

"I'm not in the mood. I want to sleep I'm tired." She said.

He chuckled dryly. "I know you're tired but what's with the mood? You've been pouting all night. What's got you sulking?" He inquired, his calloused hand grazing over her core from her underwear.

"Don't touch me,"she hissed. "I haven't forgiven you for what you made me do today." She said and sat up, crossing her legs to hide herself from his heated gaze.

Anger flashed in his grey orbs. "Oh, are you going back on your word?"

"I'm not going back on my word. Like I said I'm not in the mood and besides after what you made me do tonight, how could you honestly think that I'd let you touch me. You disrespected me and humiliated me." She cried and tried to get off the bed.

"No I didn't," he hissed through clenched teeth and before she knew it, he pulled her by her ankles roughly and hovered over her. Claiming her lips in a harsh kiss, he caught her wrists and pinned them at the side of her head as his Other hand went into her t-shirt and cupped her bra covered breast.

"If you dare to break your word then trust me I won't hesitate to break my word either." He seethed, yanking down the cup of her bra and kneading her breast.

Sparks of pleasure erupted in the pit of belly as her heart shuddered when his skilled fingers twirled her hardened n****e. She fought against the moans coming from her throat as her head fell back.

"You've been such a good girl," Shehryaar whispered against her chest as he raised her shirt and took her n****e in his mouth, his rough tongue tracing and sucking in her hardened bud.

"I'm going to reward you for good behaviour." He drawled, sucking her n****e and let it go with a pop.

Anissa moaned as his lips travelled down to her navel and kissed there. She felt elated as he removed her underwear in one swift movement. Settling between her legs, he shouldered her knees and leaned down to kiss her throbbing core.

"You're already so wet for me, f**k!" Shehryaar growled, his fingers stroking and running her wet folds. His lips latched on to her c******s and sucked hard.

She gasped in pure carnal pleasure, throwing her head back in the pillow as his rough tongue flicked her c******s, his hand running and circling her labia.

"Ah, Shehry!" She moaned, her hands balled up in fists, her eyes sealed shut as she get pleasure ripe through her.

He smiled when he saw her gush as two of his fingers slide in her warm wet passage and drilled in and out of her.

"Because you were so good, I'll allow you to come this time." He said, his tone lacing with his dominant intent.

Anissa's body quivered with extreme pleasure as she felt herself reaching for her high when his fingers continued to pump inside her and his tongue played with her clitoris.One of his hands released her wrist and went up to her exposed left breast and kneaded it, increasing her pleasure.

Her loud moans ringed in the air around them.

Without warning, she exploded, screaming as she climaxed, feeling her body break and shatter into a million pieces.

"That's it baby, come for me." Shehryaar said, licking away at her folds for her delicious sweetness.

As she rode on her orgasm, Shehryaar became mesmerised by her beautiful vulnerable sight. She was panting, her chest bouncing up and down, causing her exposed breast to bounce along. It amused him.

"See Tara. Be good and I'll reward you with pleasure." He drawled huskily, coming up to her breast and sucking in her n****e.

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