Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 10

What?" he hissed through clenched teeth, under the impression that he misheard her.

She tried to hold in her sobs. "It's true and because of that incident, I suffer from severe 

Post Traumatic stress disorder. I have severe s****l dysfunction and I would never be able to be a good wife to you." She stated.

Shehryaar stared at her as if she grew two heads but his whole demeanor was calm yet inside, he felt his anger rose up again. "That's why I'm most insistent that you stop this. Let me go. You don't deserve someone like me. I don't fit your expectations." She spoke bluntly. It hurt her ego to admit all of this but if this got her out of the deep mess that she was in then wounding her pride a little would be worth it and her inferiority complex was boosted up a bit but to her dismay. However from what she understood, this criminal exhibited psychopathic tendencies and thus he wouldn't understand from her point of view, rather, he would understand it if it benefitted him or not and knowing his preferences, she used them for her escape.

He clenched and unclenched his hand, Anissa noticed it. His jaw ticked and in a flash he was on his feet and rounded the table towards Anissa. He clenched the side arms of her chair and bent down until his face was leveled with hers. Her heart accelerated as she stared into those soulless grey depths.

"And what makes you think that I will believe you?" he inquired, his voice calm and hollow. She had to swallow the fear as she couldn't predict his moves. But she stood her ground nonetheless. "I don't have any proof but it's the truth. You must've seen the signs yourself haven't you? You yourself asked me why I carried that pistol and I answered for self defense. I didn't want to tell you then but I will now—I carry that pistol around me because of my paranoia stemming from my PTSD." She replied.

He stared deeply into her eyes, looking for any signs of fabrication but there were none. And his logic couldn't fight her wits; she was right. The pieces were falling into place. Now he understood the fear in her eyes that wasn't directed from him but from her underlying trauma. Now he understood why she reacted the way that she did.

Rage boiled in his veins as his hands gripped the side arms tightly.

She's been corrupted. Who the f**k had the audacity to touch what's mine?

Roughly, he caught her chin. Her eyes widened when she saw his grey orbs darken with rage. "Tell me who? Who f*****g laid his hands on you?" he growled.

She didn't expect that reply. For all she knew, she expected disgust from him but she saw none instead she saw pure rage. "Who the f**k dared to touched what's mine? Tell me now!" he shouted, his deep voice loud. She shuddered from the intensity of his voice and stare.

Of course he didn't care what happened to her but what he didn't like the fact that someone touched her before him and for him; that was unacceptable. She was his woman, his property, his to do what he willed with. And no one had the right to take that from him. He felt his anger getting out of control and he slowly began to see red.

Anissa couldn't believe what she was witnessing. The sheer possessiveness and grandiose she detected in him disgusted her. So he doesn't care that I'm damaged and hurt but all he cares about is that someone took my purity away from me and all he cares about is that he didn't get to be that person?

How selfish is this man? She was utterly repulsed by him. Did he not care? Of course she expected disgust from him towards her and that would've been enough for him to let her go. That was the normal response but she wasn't getting any normal response. Instead she was witnessing pure selfishness. Wasn't he suppose to sympathize with her? His behavior was slowly confirming her thoughts and his lack of empathy was a gold standard in confirming her diagnosis.

This man isn't normal. He's displaying serious cognitive dysfunction. I think he's suffereing from some sort of personality or mental disorder. And the only personality disorder that came to her mind was; psychopathy. She wasn't a psychiatrist but she had studied a basic psychiatry in her undergrad studies. All her logic could conjure up was this.

With a growl, he grabbed Anissa's arms. Pain shot up from her injuries and stood her up. Before she could register what was happening, his lips crashed onto hers. One of his hands harshly pulled the dupatta off of her head and opened her tied up hair and buried his fingers in her scalp. While his other hand gripped her tiny waist.

Her eyes were wide as panic began to rise in her. His strong arms prevented her from moving or struggling. His lips moved harshly onto hers while he pursed hers tightly together, refusing to give in. Shehryaar sensed it and bit the corner of her lips harshly. She flinched and her lips parted to let out a gasp. Taking this chance, he immediately entered her mouth with an intense need, his tongue caressing her tongue and every corner of her mouth. Keeping in mind what she had done last time, he didn't linger much and his lips began to attack her neck, sucking and licking the delicate skin.

Gasping, her heart jumped in her chest as the fear and paranoia kicked in. "please, stop!" she spoke almost breathlessly but he didn't care. Quickly he scooped her up in his arms and threw her on a couch. Before she could respond to his harsh treatment, his hands had quickly caught her wrists with one hand above her head and with the hand he began to rip her shirt off.

"No, please! Stop!" she begged and began to thrash under him. He didn't stop. Her naked chest, covered with creamy pale skin aroused him so much. Slowly, his hand traced her ribs, causing her struggle to cease.

"You're mine." He whispered and began to trace the hem of her plain white bra. Her chest rose up and down in harsh breathing. When he looked up in her eyes, her hazel eyes held to much panic and fear. Her body was shivering

So, this is her trauma, is it? He just confirmed that whatever she had said was true but he needed more. He let his carnal instincts take over, his lustful haze controlling his mind. Yanking down the cup of her bra, his mouth immediately devoured her left n****e, sucking and lightly grazing it until it was a hard erect bud.

"No, please don't. Stop this!" she began to cry. But he didn't cease. His hand went ahead and began to trace her smooth stomach as it made its way south. "You're mine. This gorgeous body of yours is mine and I will show you. You will not deny me what's mine!" he growled, his tone domineering. "I will erase every other trace of that bastard's touch on you and you will feel only Me." he avowed, his eyes boring into hers. Gray to hazel.

When his hand went into her pants and his fingers traced the waistband of her panties, Anissa gasped. Slowly, she felt her breath got hitched in her, rendering her unable to breath throat and her mind began to become hazy and light. His relentless touch on her breasts caused a full blown panic attack to consume her. She saw black and drifted off.

When Shehryaar saw her body stop struggling and sudden fall limp, he looked up only to find an unconscious Anissa. Frowning, he got to his knees and gently patted Anissa's cheek.

"Anissa?" he murmured but she didn't wake.

"f**k!" he hissed and passed a hand through his disheveled hair in frustration. She just passed out and he couldn't understand why. He pulled out his cell phone and ordered his family physician to come immediately.

He covered her exposed body with his suit jacket and ordered a blanket. When his eyes fell on Anissa's sleeping face, all he felt was possessiveness and need.

She was his obsession and he wasn't about to let her go.

When the doctor came, he checked Anissa's pulse which was normal. "What exactly happened, if you don't mind me asking Boss." The old doctor inquired in a respectful and fearful tone.

"She just passed out when I tried to touch her." He spoke bluntly, his eyes trained on her face. The doctor flinched. He couldn't believe how bluntly the young man admitted his actions. He had known Shehryaar for a long time and never had he ever witnessed the young lad force himself on a woman. This was the first time.

"What?" Shehryaar snapped. The old man immediately shook his head and cleared his throat—if he knew better then it was not to ever question his boss. Fighting his disgust, he studies Anissa's heartbeat under the stethoscope.

"I think it's a normal response from an attack boss. She must've blacked out." He responded. "All her vitals are normal. But may I ask, did she mention anything about suffering from any disorder?"

"She said something about a trauma from rape." He replied. The only reason he was being blunt with the old doctor was because he trusted him with his life. Shehryaar knew about the old man for a long time now and therefore, he felt no need to hide any sort of information from him especially when that information can be useful for him. The doctor understood this but he was always surprised by Shehryaar's behavior—he knew it wasn't normal but didn't bother much about it. His boss paid him good money for his services and that's all he cared about.

"That explains it. She must be suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. Her blacking out is her defense mechanism. I've seen it happen in many patients suffering from trauma especially rape victims." He responded and began to put away his things back into his leather bag.

"What needs to be done? She is going to be my wife soon and I cannot have her passing out every time I touch her." He seethed. The doctor sighed. "From what I know, this type of trauma is very hard to treat. Unless the patient is willing, it cannot be helped. But if treated with gentlness and affection, maybe she might respond differently. I don't know her history therefore I cannot give a definitive answer. Please let me visit her when he wakes so that I may give you a prognosis." He said. Shehryaar nodded and dismissed the doctor.

Staring at Anissa, he couldn't help but wonder. She was right. But that didn't bother him—he still wanted that, there was no question about it. However, what he wanted more was to kill the bastard who dared to touch his woman.

Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed a number which answered up the first ring. "Get me information of Anissa Ghalib and all her activities from two years ago. Any change in routine and deviation from her normal activities. Everything, down to the very moment when should sleep and even eat. You have 24 hours." He said and hung up.

Kneeling down, he gently caressed her cheek. She was so lovely. Even now, he could only see her as pure and innocent. All he felt towards her was want and need. He wanted her. He wanted her body. He wanted to claim everything she had to offer and wasn't going to stop until he got it. After all, he had his own reasons for wanting her. She wasn't his obsession for nothing.

And he would do anything to get what he wanted.

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Anissa woke up with a jolt and immediately, her hands went to her chest as she recalled what had come to pass. To her relief, she was wearing a fresh loose shirt. The pain in her shoulders was still throbbing but she learned to ignore it. She looked around and realized that she was back in her room. The room was dark and from the look of it, it was evening now. As her mind calmed down, flashbacks from earlier plagued her mind and bitter tears welled up in her eyes. Carefully, she drew her knees to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees.

That bastard! How could he? How dare he touch me like that? I told him that I was traumatized from the rape and instead of sympathizing with me; he himself forced himself on me? What is this world coming to? How heartless can people be? His merciless demeanor and cold response towards my predicament only shows that he is mentally ill. After all, he is a criminal, a mafia lord to be exact.

She just couldn't understand why he wouldn't release her. She was so confident that a soon as se told him her truth then he would let her go. After all, no one wanted damaged goods. Then why didn't he? Instead, before passing out, she saw a new determination enter his grey eyes and she knew then and there that he wouldn't let her go for anything. She still couldn't understand his reasons or his motives. But one thing she was sure about and that was that she will never marry him or surrender him. She will fight and escape him as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

Getting up from the bed, she winced as her limbs moved. Ignoring it, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she came back, the same maid from earlier brought a fresh pair of cloths.

"The master wishes to have dinner with you. Please change quickly into this." She informed and placed the suit on the bed.

"I'm not going anywhere. Please inform your master that I have no desire to join him in anything." She spat scornfully. The maid flinched at her tone; poor girl had to face the wrath of Anissa but she knew if she didn't comply then Shehryaar wouldn't be so kind towards her and just that had the poor girl shivering.

"Please ma'am, the master would be very displeased." She tried to reason but Anissa wasn't having it. "I don't care. He can go to hell for all I care!" she screamed.

"Oh really?"

She froze upon hearing his voice. With an amused chuckle, Shehryaar entered the room. The maid lowered her head. "You may leave." He dismissed her coldly, his eyes trained on the frightened figure of Anissa. The maid scurried out of the room and closed the door lightly behind her.

Shehryaar's gaze was unwavering as he studied Anissa closely. Her whole body was shivering under his gaze and went into full fight and flight mode. She wasn't about to let him take advantage of her again. She made the mistake of lowering her guard the last time he was in her presence but she wasn't going to do that again.

"Tell me Tara, why were you giving the maid a hard time? Didn't she tell you that I would like your company for dinner?" he enquired, his eyes filled with amusement. He acted as if nothing had transpired a while ago and that had Anissa's temper flaring.

"How can you expect that from me after what you did?" she seethed.

He chuckled, clearly amused why her outburst. "Anyway, get dressed, after dinner, there is a party we have to attend." He informed and was about to leave when Anissa huffed and stomped her foot on the floor.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." She claimed confidently, crossing her arms over he chest.

"Yes you are. Now hurry up and get ready. I have a stylist waiting for you so quickly get changed." He said calmly.

"And like I said, I'm not going anywhere with you." She retorted.

In an instant, the amusement was gone and was replaced by anger. He strode towards her and on reflex, she flinched away, her arms coming to her head protectively. But he didn't bare it any mind and caught her hair in a harsh grip, causing her to scream in agony.

"Listen here and listen good. I've had it with you disobedience. So unless you don't follow my instructions. I'll have your entire family brought in here and shot down right in front of you." He snarled, his eyes shooting daggers at Anissa. She squirmed under his glare, her heart thundering against her rib cage as the severity of the situation sank in.

"You wouldn't." she murmured in disbelief. He smiled sadistically, his eyes shining in a maniacal glint. His expression that was always blank wasn't blank anymore and reflected his deranged self. Finally, she got to see the real Shehryaar Ghulari who had her blood curdling with fright. She saw his cold glare give way to so much more—his features morphed, giving way to his anger and rage. She saw something else as well; she saw him reveling in her fear, drawing pleasure from it.

"I would. And trust me, you don't want that because I am capable of doing it." He warned. His tone icy.

I want to die. Please let the ground open up and swallow me up. She prayed. And as soon as she closed her eyes, the faces of her parents came to view. Their kind and gentle smiles and their eyes always twinkling with pride was what kept her going; even when she fought against her worst demons, she always came out with her spirit intact because of them. They were her rock. Even though she couldn't make them a part of her pain, just thinking about them and their happiness fueled her confidence in getting back on her feet and even now, just the slight thing that could hurt her parents rendered her heart pain that was on an unimaginable scale.

She couldn't even begin to imagine the hurt her parents would've gone through if they had found out what had happened to her two years ago—her fathered would've blamed himself for not protecting her and her mothered would've cried so much. They would've blamed themselves and the guilt would haunt them.

And she couldn't imagine Shehryaar hurting them and from the psychotic look in his eyes, she knew he was serious. She couldn't believe that he would go so low as to threaten her family. He truly was a psychopath if he held no regard or moral capacity towards her feelings.

Nodding her head, her body went limp as her eyes trained on the floor. "Now, get ready. And do exactly as I say." He instructed and she all but nodded in agreement.

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