She sighed as she opened another article on google:

'Among the country's pioneers in its epic economical boom in 2010, Indus Enterprises rose among the ranks. Being run and operated by none other then the young and handsome Shehryaar Ghulari, at the age of 22 he possesses an acumen of immense commercial genius. He managed to make Indus Enterprises a huge success. Now with the launch of their own Airline, Indus Air, it's becoming a favourite in the public as being the cheapest airline so give standard accommodation.'

'Grabbing foreign investments, the company is involved in almost all fields of economical as well as political spheres.'

'With their work in construction, shipping, steel and coal, another milestone was laid when Indus Enterprises started their work in the Oil industry. Owning the Sindh And Sikhai provinces of Pakistan, the corporate firm has been number one. According to Sandra Song from the world economic forum, Shehryaar Ghulari is what you would call a genius in the field.'

Anissa read enough and gently threw away her phone.

I guess he was right. He's a respectable man in the society. He's not a billionaire for nothing. She thought as her mind reviewed the article she had read which stated how The company brought thousands of jobs in the country. The company was also involved in charity and was always the largest funders in any natural catastrophe that occurred especially the 2012 earth quake in Central Sikhai where Indus Enterprises took over and remodelled the entire area.

Anissa had mixed feelings after gaining so much knowledge about Shehryaar. He wasn't as bad as she had judged him to be. Sure he did a lot of wrongs to her but should she be selfish and zero out all the right that he has done. Not to her of course but for the world? For the country?

The answer was a big fat no.

And Anissa was anything but selfish. It's okay. I can understand that he's very messed up because he must've been raised that way. The way he feels about his family made me understand that it must not have had any good influence on him and that also hinted about the way that he is.

After all, Anissa was the way she was because of how she was raised as well. Proper upbringing has a great influence on an individual's personality. And from what she knew of her husband, she had a grim idea of how he might've been raised.

He's coming from the Sikhai province. It compromises all four parts of the other provinces and from what I know, it's almost the most underdeveloped area in the entire country.

Anissa frowned on that thought. If he's so rich and from the Sikhai region then why doesn't he do anything about the immense poverty and underdevelopment? She thought to herself and picked up her phone again.

Typing Ghulari family in the search engine, the results came in front of her and she immediately opened the latest article on the family:

'The Ghulari family is an infamous feudal family that is situated in the Sikhai province of Pakistan.The Ghulari family were once a part of a royal family in one of the princely states of India, later they had immigrated after Partition and they settled in the Sikhai region and bought a lot of property from the local clan that was very powerful at that time: the Atish Family. They prospered, owning land and rebuilding the area and competed with the Atish family for fifteen years until the 50s until the young Fayaaz Atish, the current Chairman of the Atish Group of industries, a US based company, left pakistan in the '55 when his parents died in a fire at their mansion. It was even rumoured at the time that Ghulaam Ameed Ghulari, the patriarch of the Ghulari family at that time, he was responsible for the fire but no evidence was found. After that the Ghulari family gained a lot of influence in the region until the whole of Sikhai came under the family.'

'Its no secret that it's also a crime family that has been involved in many crime related activities the most notable being the Karachi airport bombing of 1979. The culprit was caught to be Rasheed Ghulari and was sentenced to ten years in prison and faced a lot of setbacks in the Bhutto era. President General Zia-ul-Haq had ceased some of the lands in the Sikhai but after his death, the family regained their power back in the '80s and have been on top since then.'

'The current Ameer, the patriarch of the family is Rasheed Ameed Ghulari. Recent news about the head is that he is suffering from cancer and will soon relinquish his position and make Hassan, his eldest son the next Ameer of the family. Ameed is the honorary title given to the next in line for Ameer. Hassan is father to Azhar Ghulari, the local leader and senator, Shehryaar Ghulari as well as Shahzeb Ghulari, the Owners of Indus Enterprises.'

The last line quickly grabbed Anissa's attention and she clicked on the highlighted name of Shahzeb Ghulari.

Another tab opened on Safari and Anissa gasped when she saw the man.

He was the exact replica of her husband. The same sharp features, the dark hair and prominent nose. The only difference was that his eye colour was brown instead of Shehryaar's signature grey. Her eyes went down and read the article.

'Born and raised in Khaaspur, Sikhai. Shahzeb is the older twin of Shehryaar Ghulari.'

She read about his education that was the same as what Shehryaar had told her. Skipping ahead and not bothering about his work related information, Anissa went to the last lines of the article.

'The young man, age 26, died in car bombing in 2014 in Karachi. The culprits have yet to be apprehended.'

Anissa's eyes widened.

He died last year? Anissa felt sorrowful. She viewed some of the pictures of the Ghulari Twins. They bore such a powerful and dark aura around themselves. They were both so handsome and intimidating.

Anissa felt her heart beat rise as she viewed a picture of the brothers. They were staring directly at the camera.

Even through the picture Anissa could feel his intense cold eyes on her, as if staring directly into her eyes. She felt so overwhelmed. Why does he have this effect on me? Even through a photo he looks so terrifying.

Her thoughts lingered as she squinted her eyes and looked at Shahzeb.

His brown eyes were the same as Shehryaar's: cold and detached but there was something different about them. A certain familiarity, like she had seen them before. But her mind couldn't recall.

Dismissing the thought, she closed her phone and lied down on the soft bed.

With all the information she gained today, she felt so overwhelmed.

From what she came to know about Shehryaar, she felt for him something that was besides fear: it was sympathy and respect.

Respect for what he had accomplished as the CEO of pakistan's largest company and sympathy for losing his brother. From the pictures she could tell that he was very close to Shahzeb. Even his Amma had conveyed that he changed after his twin's death.

What should I do? I'm so confused. Whenever I try to think differently of him, all that he did to me comes rushing back and I feel bitter and distasteful towards him.

She was serious considering forgetting about all the bad he did to her but she still needed a little push.

There is always a reason Ainnie. Remember that you had decided that you would make him happy and show him love so he may change. Now is the time. Forget whatever he did to you. He's human and very human make mistakes. He's hurt you yes, but don't be like him. Forgive him. Move on. You're a forgiving person. If you can forgive the scum who took away your innocence then you can surely forgive the man you are about to live the rest of your life with. Lift this unnecessary burden off her chest. Her conscience lectured.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes.

Oh God, please give me strength for what I'm about to do. She prayed silently and got off the bed.

**********

With a heavy tired sigh, Shehryaar entered through the main door and went straight to his nanny's room. Her cancer was getting worse day by day and he feared he wouldn't have much long with her.

Entering in her room, he found her asleep and her nurse was checking on her monitor.

"How's she doing?" He inquired in a low yet stern voice.

The nurse visibly cowered under his intense glare and bowed her head in fear and respect. She didn't know whether or not to tell him the bad news for she feared for her life because she knew her boss be a heartless man but she spoke nonetheless.

"Not too good Saeen. The doctor reported that her kidneys are slowly shutting down and her liver is failing as well. The cancer will reach her heart soon. We had to buy her on intubation since she was having difficulty breathing." She reported in a low murmur.

Shehryaar sighed and dismissed the nurse. Taking a seat by the bed, he gently grasped His old nanny's hand. His was so cold and frail.

It made him sad to know that his nanny was dying. She was the woman who raised him and tried her best to give him a normal childhood but how could she? She was only a maid and had no power. But amidst the chaos that was his household, Shehryaar and his brother had always found something normal when his nanny would take the brothers out with her at a park. There were only few number of good memories that his mind had reserved and they are solely because of the old woman who was dying.

She had treated him and his twin like her own since she didn't get married for their sake and dedicated her whole life for them. He was immensely indebted to her. She was the only motherly figure he knew. He respected her to a great deal.

Sighing, he jumped to his feet and headed for the door.

He needed to relieve the heavy emotional turmoil that he felt. He hated feeling like this. It was easier for him to function when the little emotions he felt didn't interfere with his mind.

He held no empathy and was glad of that. It would've only complicated things.

"Shehryaar, Asalam Alaikum,"

He stopped dead in his tracks when a sexy shrill voice called behind him. Turning back, he felt his heart beat fast when his grey eyes landed on the slender figure of his wife.

Dressed in a elegant royal blue Kurta with black tights, she stood with her hands neatly knotted together and her dupatta hanging around her beautiful neck. She wore little jewellery and makeup, her lips painted a soft pink glossy shade. Her dark hair neatly pulled up in a bun. Her eyes downcast.

Slowly, she raised her face to meet his eyes, her cheeks covered in a pretty pink hue. Shehryaar liked it when she blushed.

She strolled towards him, her steps graceful. The mere sight of her was enough to set Shehryaar on fire. His hands itched to grab her face and claim her rosy lips.

"Walaikum Asalam," he greeted back in a medium voice, realising she was still waiting for her response to his greeting.

He saw a small smile tug at her lips. Her hazel eyes shone, a light he recognised all too well.

So she's decided to finally accept her role.

He reached out, his hand coming up to her face. Anissa flinched on instinct, thinking he was about to hit her. Shehryaar noticed and chuckled lightly. He knew he would have this effect on her soon and he was pleased.

His hand slowly went up and placed a loose tendril of her hair behind her ear, his fingers basking in the warmth of her, his senses being overpowered by her faint scent of vanilla and strawberries. His hand cupped her cheek and pulled her to himself as his other hand stabled her at her waist.

He felt his groin throb painfully. She was a sight to behold.

Anissa saw him looking at her with so much want and lust. She was glad that he approved of her outfit. It was one of her ways of instilling the thought in him that modest clothes suited her well and he wouldn't force her to wear anything degrading like he did the last time.

She had made an extra effort to look appealing so that he may appreciate her in her covered humble attire.

Also, she wanted to keep him a good mood especially after his outburst in the afternoon. Just thinking about the dreadful events of the afternoon had the pain in her jaw rekindle.

I need to be careful now. I need him to be in a stable state of mind. She considered.

After all, I'm a newly married bride. It's only been a week since we've been married. She considered. She was tired of fearing him all the time and was especially tired of his mood swings.

Shehryaar's intense grey eyes pulled her in. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip in nervousness. Shehryaar saw it and his eyes darkened.

"So fucking gorgeous," he mumbled, his head slowly dipping down and his lips captured hers in a slow passionate kiss. Her heart thumped loudly and her cheeks flared up at his touch.

Anissa placed her hands on his chest and responded to his kiss. His teeth tugged at her lower lip as he his tongue licked at the seems of her lips, asking for entry but before he could deepen the kiss, Anissa gently pulled away.

Shehryaar groaned and pulled her to himself by her waist.

"I um, I made dinner. So if you'll just freshen up, I can set the table and we can share a meal." She told, her eyes diverting away.

Shehryaar was surprised to hear that.

Is this really happening? He couldn't believe that Anissa was finally starting to act like his wife.

He looked genuinely confused. Anissa saw that.

Shehryaar's eyes widened and his surprise turned into shock when he saw a beautiful wholehearted smile grace her lips.

It took his breath away. This was the first time he saw her smile and at him no less.

She's actually smiling at me. He thought in bafflement. Her sparkling smile left him in a daze.

Her hazel eyes were filled with so much innocence. She was from a part of the world where people basked openly under the warm sun. People like Anissa deserved to stay under the sun and live their lives in the light. And Anissa was like a flower, so vulnerable and at the mercy of the world. She didnt deserve to be taken away from her life but Shehryaar couldnt help himself. He was a selfish bastard. He had plucked Anissa from her peaceful world and was now forcing her to get accustomed to it and accept it.

He was in awe at her efforts. She's all mine. and that skyrocketed his possessiveness to no bounds.

"Um, I'll go and set the table." She mumbled nervously.

A brow quirked up as Shehryaar looked at her in utter bewilderment but quickly masked away his emotions and stared at her blankly. Releasing her waist, he nodded.

"Okay," he responded and went up to his bedroom.

He arrived ten minutes later in a casual black Cotton Shalwaar Kameez outfit. When Anissa saw him, her eyes widened in bewilderment.

The last time she had seen him traditional clothes was on her wedding day. He looked so much more handsome and breathtaking in a shalwaar kameez suit. He looked natural and normal while Anissa found that he looked sexy and intimidating in a three piece suit or tux.

Shehryaar came and sat at the head of the table.

"I made Korma. I hope you like it." She said, her voice sounding off her coyness as she placed a china bone blue bowl in front of him. His nostrils flared as he took in the delicious mouthwatering aroma of the korma.

He silently took some and began to eating. As soon as the korma touched his tongue, he let out a low groan as he savoured the spicy flavour.

"Fuck, this is delicious." He commented, his grey eyes meeting her hazel ones.

Anissa blushed. She felt proud on hearing a compliment from him that apreccaited a skill of hers other then her beauty.

"Thank you." She mumbled. She saw Shehryaar's eyes looked at her, his grey orbs filled with a pleased and appreciative look.

She began her own meal and they silently ate. Once they were done, Anissa brought in dessert.

"I made Ghulaab jamun as well." She claimed and placed a steaming bowl of the delicious sweet goodness. Shehryaar ate that as well and felt proud and pleased with his wife's culinary skills.

He retired to his office while Anissa finished with winding up the table. Even though there were maids, Anissa felt she should take care of her and her husband's needs by herself. She wasn't used to such a glamorous and high profile life style and felt comfortable doing things by herself.

After she was finished, she decided to take a long relaxing shower. She sighed as she entered her bedroom and tossed her dupatta on the bed. She walked to the dressing table and took off her jewellery. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dead set on going through with what she had thought through.

He's a tough man Ainnie. You're brave. You can change him. Just keep trying. Slowly soften his heart. She encouraged herself and inhaled deeply.

Always keep in mind who your doing this for. Keep your heart and mind open. The proud smiling faces of her family flashed before her eyes. Smiling encouragingly to herself, she retired to the bathroom.

Feeling refreshed, she wore a fluffy white bathrobe and exited the bathroom.

Her steps halted and her heart almost skipped a beat when she caught Shehryaar standing by their bed. Her breath hitched when she saw him standing in only his shalwaar. His chest was bare and hair disheveled.

She had thought that he wouldn't be free from his office until a few hours later so she didn't bother taking her clothes to the bathroom with her. Now here she stood in front of him in nothing but a bathroom that left her legs bare from her knees.

Shehryaar's eyes raked at her body, his gaze lustful and lewd.

His features hardened as he took in the sight in front of him.

Anissa's heart slammed against her rib cage as she saw him stalk towards her.

She licked her lips at the sight of him. His chest was so well built and muscular. She never thought she would witness a chest as chiseled and toned: his pecs and deltoids so perfectly built, his arms chorded, his biceps showing off in all their muscular glory.

She felt so embarrassed as she shamelessly check him out as she couldn't help herself. Her hazel eyes traveled to his abdomen that was adorned by six packs. When she studied anatomy in her first year of med school, all the books held such perfected bodies of males specimens and she always wondered if such bodies existed.

And now she was witnessing one right now and it belonged to none other then her sexy handsome husband.

Her lips parted slightly as she suddenly found breathing by her nose a chore.

Heat radiated off of them.

The tension thick in the air.

Their eyes not breaking contact.

Shehryaar reached forward and buried his hands in her damp hair as he brought her head upwards to meet with his awaiting lips. He pressed a gentle closed mouth kiss on her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. his hands travelling down from her head to her wait and took hold of the reigns that held her robe together.

Anissa didn't dare look away or try to stop him.

His lips pressed harder as they engulfed hers.They were rough as they glided against her soft ones, eliciting a moan from her. She closed her eyes, her hands going up to grab the broad nape of his neck as she pulled him down, climbing on her tiptoes. His lips coaxed her to open her mouth which she did and his tongue snaked in and danced with her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tightening around her neck.

His breath was warm and clean. He tasted intense, just like his personality.

While her breath was warm and minty, sweet and pure like her personality.

His hands released the robe from around her body and gently cupped her breasts. She gasped as his lips left hers and kissed her jaw as they made their way to her luscious neck. His thumbs rubbed and circled on her soft areolas, causing her nipples to harden.

Her body instantly heated up and she felt her core pool between her thighs: hot and heavy.

His tongue trailed on the column of her neck, his nose tracing the smooth skin as he planted rough wet kisses, his teeth seeking her throbbing pulse.

She moaned when he bite on her pulse lightly, causing sparks of felicity to travel down to her pulsating core.

Her body began to shake as his hands left her breasts and gripped her waist as his lips met with the hard pebbles on her chest. His mouth sucked as his tongue circled around her left nipple, his teeth grazing slightly at the bud. While his other hand kneaded her other breast, his thumb and middle finger rolling her nipple and pinching it, causing Anissa to flinch.

She threw her head back as she relished in his heated touch.

Her mind tried to get a hold of the situation but she tried to shut it down, knowing very well where the situation was escalating to and if things got serious then her brain will go into panic mode, her PTSD kicking in.

And she had no plans of ruining this night.

After all, she had promised to give herself to him and she wasn't going to deny him that. She had no idea what the consequences of her actions would entail of this night didn't go according to what he wanted.

Suddenly, she was pulled out of her thoughts when his touch left her. Stiffling a groan, she felt hung over but quickly recovered when her innocent hazel orbs locked with his deep grey ones.

"God, your so stunning," he murmured, his voice raspy and deep and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I want you so fucking badly. I can't wait anymore." He declares huskily. His smokey grey eyes boring into hers.

He felt all the blood rush from his brain to his dick, making it twitch in his shalwaar that it was so painful for him to control his desires. his lustful haze clouding his mind. Anissa saw the black pupil of his eyes dilate and spread, giving his grey eyes a dark and hooded look.

Her heart throbbed and ached almost painfully.

"I'm not going to stop tonight. I just ducking need to be inside you." He rasped.

She saw the seriousness in his eyes. Biting her lip, she willed herself to nod her head in approval.

He gave her a small devious smirk.

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