"What?" she asked in complete shock, her mind unable to understand. He smiled a small smile, his thumb caressing her lower lip. "Compose yourself and come out in the patio. Then we'll talk." He said and let go of her chin and stood up, towering her being.
"Oh, and don't get any crazy ideas about running away. This place has high security. You so much as put a foot out of this place and you will be shot down. Keep that in mind." He stated, his cold eyes mercilessly unfeeling. With that said, he walked out of the room.
Tears were already falling out of her eyes as she tries to comprehend the situation that she was in: she was kidnapped by none other than the man who had come to her house with a marriage proposal. What he wanted from her was beyond her comprehension at the moment. However, one thing was clear that she should anticipate what every kidnapper would want: her.
He wants me? But why? What did I ever do to him? What could he possibly want from me?
She wasn't coming from a rich family and her parents were never in any sort of trouble with anyone then all that was left behind was her. The veins in her head were throbbing badly against her temples as she tried to put two and two together. Because she knew that this wasn't the first time she was in a situation like this. Before her mind could come up with absurd things and her imagination ran wild, she tried to clear her head and focus.
I need to think straight. I need to handle this problem with my head. She tried to be brave. Now wasn't the time for her to show weaknesses. Trying to calm herself down, she tried to get up: her limbs were badly shaking but she managed to stand. Straightening her shirt, she realized that she was still in her white coat and her hand bag was nowhere to be seen.
Perfect! Just when I needed it the most too. She fought against the fear and made her way towards the door. Adjusting the dupatta properly on her head, she headed towards the living room. At first she was left in awe of the luxurious surroundings that she was in however that wasn't her concern at the moment. I need to figure out what this mad man wants from me so that I can leave. She scanned the room and tried to look for any way to escape but unfortunately found none. All the windows were grilled and the only two double doors that she found were locked and bolted. Gulping and mustering up her courage, she made her way to the open patio.
He smiled at her when he saw her approach the patio in all her grace. "Please have a seat." He gestured towards the seat across from him. She narrowed her eyes at him but sat down nonetheless. It was almost evening as she saw the sun setting in the sky.
"I'm glad that you have a smart head on your shoulders. I wouldn't want to discipline you again on your bad conduct." He stated. She flinched at his cold response.
She swallowed hard and looked at him: observing her surroundings and looking for anything that she could use in case if the situation turned bad. Now that she looked at him, he was wearing a suit jacket and a black handle on a gun was protruding out of his side. The fear was slowly beginning to engulf her; I knew that he was a dangerous man. Oh God, what have I landed myself into.
"What do you want?" She went straight.
"A straight shooter. I like that." He commented amusedly, his cold calculating gaze observing her every move and breath.
Oh I'm not just a straight shooter when it comes to word. Give me my pistol and you'll find out. She wanted to desperately spit that on his face but she needed to remain composed if what she was planning was to come in action.
"First of all, I would like to ask you something." He demanded and pulled her small pistol from his back pocket and placed it on the table in front of her. Her eyes widened and she clenched her hands at the arms of the chair to keep herself from grabbing it. If she took it right now in front of him, it would a stupid move on her part. And at the moment she needed to be smart.
"What were you doing with this?" He inquired. Anger flared up in her. "And what business is that of yours?" She spat, her tone livid.
"Watch your tone!" His voice boomed in the open air of the patio causing her to flinch in her seat. All the amusement in his expression was gone and was now replaced by fury. His grey eyes had darkened into black pits of emptiness as he glared at her."I would hate to break that pretty little neck of yours if you dared to show me disrespect again." He claimed bitterly.
The fear and terror that she was holding in came rushing out and shrouded her like a cloak. His handsome face had turned menacingly terrifying and his eyes glared at her challengingly: as if asking her to defy him again. She swallowed and tried to remain composed. She didn't want to aggravate him and have him hit her again.
"Now, I hate repeating myself but I will ask again: why do you carry this pistol around with you?"
She contemplated on whether or not she should answer honestly however her mind was in such a haze filled with fear and terror that she could conjure up anything and blurted out the truth. "F-for self defense."
His brows quirked up. Now his curiosity was piqued. "Against whom?" He asked, this time his tone was a little less demanding. He was curious as to why she was so defensive and why her guard was always up—even now, he could easily tell that she was planning something. But why she would have to carry a piece of weapon with her was the thing that was nudging his curiosity. She lived in a secure environment and he had already men stationed by her house to keep an eye on her for her security. Then why is it that she carried the pistol with her?
Never mind, I'll find out soon enough. He thought to himself as he rubbed the stubble on his chin, his grey gaze strongly trained on her pale face; her doe-like hazel eyes held unshed tears.
"Th-that," she tried to say something but couldn't. he sighed and took the pistol back and threw it away. "I guess you won't be needing it anymore." He said confidently.
"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, terrified. He smiled in satisfaction that he finally had her where he wanted her. But her guard wasn't going down. He like that tenacity of hers.
"My darling Anissa, didn't I already tell you; I want you and I'm going to have you." He stated firmly.
Her already pale face lost all his blood supply. "Y-you can't do that."
"I just did." He chuckled. "Now, here's what I am going to do; you see my dear, your parents had the audacity to insult me by rejecting my marriage proposal and what's more, they further humiliated me by refusing to give my proposal a second thought. Now if they were anyone else, I would've shot them for their insolent behavior," he revealed. Anissa couldn't believe what she was hearing. "But they are your parents that's why I was decent enough to respect them and bring my proposal to them but it turns out that wasn't good enough. They insulted and humiliated me. Now you have to pay the price for their crime." He stated in a detached tone. Anissa couldn't believe that he could be this inhumane. They had every right toreject the proposal. He was no one to judge them on this account and hold them accountable and have her pay for a crime she never even committed.
Her blood began to boil. Jumping on her feet, her glared at him, her hands balled into fists at her side. "How dare you? Who the hell do you think you are?" she shrieked. She had no idea from where her new found courage was coming from but she couldn't just sit and listen to this mad man bark all he wanted. "You have no right! You are no one to say such things about my parents. How could you even," she was immediately silenced when he slapped her sharply across the face. She lost her footing and fell to her side on the floor. She looked up to find him fuming mad. All he saw was red; His nostrils flared and before she knew it, he had grabbed her hair and pulled it harshly, causing her to scream in pain.
"How dare I? no, how fucking dare you?" he spat, tugging her hair with one hand while with the other, he cupped her cheeks roughly and forced her to look into his eyes. His anger knew no bounds and before he knew it, his hand slapped her again on her face and she screamed, feeling the sharp pain sting at her cheek. "I fucking came to your house and tried to respectfully take you but you and your fucking parents dared to insult me? Me, the fucking mafia king of the country!" he shouted. "I was decent enough to respect you and your family but clearly that isn't want you want. It's not good enough is it? I ought to make you my mistress and fuck you instead!" his voice rose octaves high. "You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst."
Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind.
The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi?
Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn't that much of a news person or a socialite but she knew about the recent kidnappings and government bombing in which the MMM gang leader took responsibility, causing fear and unrest throughout the country.
She never thought that this handsome man, who was the CEO of Pakistan's most powerful cooperate firm could possibly be the mafia king. He was sought by the FBI as well as the Pakistan Army inteligence for all his illegal acts and gang wars going on in the Sikhai region in central Pakistan.
When Shehryaar saw the familiar flash of recognition cross her hazel eyes, he felt his anger subside a little and smirked. "Yes, meri tara, I am Shehryaar Ghulari, the leader of the MMM mafia gang. Also, I am your future husband." He declared, his voice smooth and assertive.
Anissa felt her world come crashing down. She gawked at him in disbelief.