EXPLICIT CHAPTER; MATURE CONTENT

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Shehryaar stayed awake, his eyes fixed on the sweet beauty sleeping in his arms.

She was sleeping so soundly. It was pretty obvious since he had probably exhausted her after three rounds of rough fucking.

Shehryaar could deny many things but he couldn't possibly deny the apparent fast beating of his heart as a tranquil feeling had engulfed him when he took her. His mind couldn't comprehend it. He had laid with countless woman and that too of more class but Anissa was always different.

The pleasure she gave him was different. It couldn't be compared to the others.

She was his yearning.

He had yearned for her but then his brother had declared his love for her.

And then he began to obsess over her because she became forbidden for him.

Shehryaar had no understanding of love. He never felt any other feeling other then pleasure. His dark tainted past had a hand in that. For him, love didn't exist because he had no understanding of that particular emotion.

All he felt towards another human being was attachment.

And the only attachment he had ever felt was for his brother and his nanny. And now that Shahzeb was gone, he wanted to feel that way about Anissa.

He was already obsessively attached to her but his heart and mind demanded more.

Because for the first time in his life he felt something in his heart.

He felt happiness? Was this strange feeling that melted your heart and caused you to feel warm and fuzzy and comfortable called Happiness?

He shook his head and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Come on, when did you start feeling like a fucking pussy? happiness? really? it's not happiness you fucker, it's just pleasure you derived from fucking her. After all, you wanted to fuck her for long and now you've finally done it. He mentally reprimanded himself himself.

He couldn't understand it but he also couldn't deny the state of relief and tranquillity this feeling brought him in his fucked up life and when he had become one with Anissa, it became so much more apparent. This same feeling was very dominent when he finally claimed the woman of his dreams.

For two years he had dreamed of this moment.

He had dreamed of her.

He had witnessed her innocence and purity. He even got to witness her smile. And that all happened while she retained her integrity. And that made his heart warm.

For a fleeting moment, he fought against his better instincts and wanted to preserve this time forever.

But his logically part would always prevail and remind him of why he was going to do what he had planned for Anissa. The devil would take over and remind him of his anguish and his reasons.

And this was no different.

His mind fought with his heart.

And in Anissa's case, he always had to face that struggle and he hated it. He didn't like feeling this way.

So like always, he shut down those disturbing feelings and locked them away in the deep cavernous pit of his dark mind.

Everything is about to change now. He thought. After all, his lifestyle and dark world didn't hold a place for someone as innocent and pure as Anissa.

And she was his queen. Whatever he was about to do not only coincided with his plans and desires but would also be beneficial in training and preparing her for his world.

I'm going to miss this version of you Tara. He thought and took a stray strand of her mahogany hair into his fingers and played with it while his eyes feasted on her peaceful features.

Finally he claimed his wedding night. The carnal urges he had been fighting for so long were finally given what they wanted but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. And he was going to have as much as he wanted. But for the time being he needed to be careful as he recalled what the physician had said to him.

'It will take time for her to get over her trauma. You will have to be careful if you want your wife to get to yourself. Psychologically she's scarred and those scars would just go away over night.'

He lowly chuckled to himself. I can't believe I'm actually doing this but I don't want a repeat of what happened tonight. She will just have to get used to me now and I'll have to be sure that she doesn't stray.

He sighed and got up from the bed, being careful not to wake Anissa. He strolled to the bathroom. He returned back to Anissa's sleeping figure. He resisted the urge to look at her naked body and careful took a loose thin strand of her hair. With a pair of scissors, he carefully cut the strand in half of its long length and wrapped it around his fingers.

Now, I've literally claimed you in every sense of the word Anissa. He thought as a menacing smile graced his lips. I hope you're watching brother. His nose lingered on the strand wrapped around his fingers as he inhaled her soft faint scent.

It was 5am in the morning and he had a lot of work to do.

He went to the bathroom and showered. After he was done he went to the walk in closet and got dressed in his signature black suit. He took out a small Victorian pocket watch. His eyes stared at it.

It belonged to his twin. It was the only thing he had left that reminded him of his only loyal accomplice and partner in crime.

He opened the watch and curled the hair strand on the glass of the watch. Tucking it deep in his waist pocket, he finished dressing up. With his holsters tightly wrapped around his chest, waist and right thigh, he opened a drawer and pressed in his passcode and unlocked a vault filled with his prized guns. He loaded three guns and placed them in their respective places. Donning his dress jacket, he exited the closet and wlaked towards the bed. he took out the remaining two loaded guns inside his bed side table drawer and locked then in place. With one last glance towards Anissa, left his room.

His demeanour took a 180 degree turn as soon as he stepped outside his room as he reverted to his work persona. His mind was in complete control now.

All possible human emotion locked away.

Zameer was waiting for him in his office along with the Heads of his territories.

"Gentlemen." Shehryaar greeted in monotone.

"Saeen." They all bowed their heads in respect for their boss.

Shehryaar strode to his seat. Once seated behind his desk, his eyes trained on the seven men who were responsible for watching over his seven territories in various regions in the country. And day by day, Shehryaar was gaining new territory and new men.

Many were initiated and sworn in his organisation. And that was a stepping stone in his plans of taking over the Sikhai and exacting his revenge.

All the men remained frozen in their places. No one dared to move a muscle until his silent command was issued.

"Thank you all for coming here tonight on such short notice." He started.

"I would like to start first by addressing the head of the Punjab legion." Shehryaar said as his hard eyes fell on the middle aged man. "Mr. Ahmad." Shehryaar addressed. The man kept his head down.

"Saeen?" He visibly squirmed under Shehryaar cold steely glare.

As soon as the man had turned to face his boss, he fell to the ground screaming in agony as Shehryaar's bullet pierced him straight in his chest, mere inches away from his heart.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about you double crossing me, Mr. Ahmad?" Shehryaar said, his voice icy and completely void. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about you trying to sell information to the Army?"

The old man withered in pain and screamed again in agony when another bullet was shot and shattered his left knee.

Tsking, Shehryaar shook his head as his malicious smile spread wider. "You're staining my Persian carpet with your filthy blood." He stated coldly and laughed hysterically.

All the other Heads remained quiet and stood still as the witnessed this. This is what happened to traitors and yet Shehryaar was being very lenient. They all knew better then to betray the Boss of the MMM Mafia.

"Boss, I don't understand." He gritted through clenched teeth. "I didn't betray you."

"Oh really?" Shehryaar chuckled bleakly. Leaning back in his seat, he watched the man, a cold smile playing on his lips. "And you have the balls to actually lie to me to my face." He spat.

"Zameer."

His loud voice boomed, exuding power and authority. The sheer sternness of his tone had the rest of the Heads in cold sweat.

Zameer nodded and snapped his fingers. His men brought in a woman bound and gagged along with two teenage boys. Their muffled sounds made the rest of the men look at the poor family. As soon as the woman's eyes darted in the direction of the withering man crying in pain on the carpeted floor.

Mr. Ahmad's eyes widened in fear as his cries died down.

"Please Saeen. Spare my family." He screamed in panic.

Without hesitation, Shehryaar fired three shots, all of them hitting the woman and boys between their eyes.

"You know very well that I don't show mercy." He stated icily. His demeanour was calm and that's what frightened every person present in the room.

Mr. Ahmad began to scream in hysteria, watching helplessly as the life drained out of his family and their lifeless bodies laid on the floor and bled.

The six Heads watched helpless. They felt sorry for the poor man who lost his family all in one go. But they couldn't do anything about it. Whoever dared to cross the ruthless Mafia King of the MMM organisation always met with a fate worse then death. They were at least grateful that the deaths of the woman and two boys was quick. Because they knew that their boss loved to torture all those who betrayed him and wouldn't stop until they would beg for death and would take pleasure in it and ensure them a painful and slow death.

"Take this fucker to the chambers." Shehryaar ordered and Mr. Ahmad was removed from the room immediately: his fate decided.

The men swallowed. They even felt pity for Mr. Ahmad. He was about to face the wrath of the man he dared to betray.

Turning his attention to the other Heads,Shehryaar's hard cold eyes glared intensely.

"Let this be a fucking example for all of you. Dare to betray or cross me and I will not hesitate to end you along with your families." He affirmed.

All the men bowed their heads.

"Yes Saeen."

"Good, now lets get this meeting started." Shehryaar said, composing himself and placing his gun back in its place. He gestured his chin in their direction as permission for them to take their respective seats.

"As you know by now, Azhar Ameer Ghulari, who is about to become the next Ameer of the Sikhai has joined forces with my league. A blood oath was sworn in. But that does not mean in any way that we trust them. My goal is to take over Sikhai." Shehryaar claimed stoically.

"The present Ameer is in hiding. What we need to do is wait till he comes out of hiding and then slowly, we will take over. Azhar Ghualri is a deceitful man. His methods are too out dated. He doesn't deserve to be the next Ameer. That position solely belongs to me." Shehryaar declared.

"And I anticipate Azhar Ghulari to break the blood oath. That's why, we need to be prepared."

"I want you all to swear to me your loyalty and faith." He stated. There wasn't any need for him to make any threats.

All the six Heads were old men and viewed Shehryaar with much respect as well as Fear and Shehryaar fed off from it.

And four out of the six present men had been serving Shehryaar loyally ever since his organisation grew to power.

Shehryaar still didn't trust them as one of his Heads just betrayed him.

This was the reason he had trust issues; it was easily broken by betrayal. and Shehryaar never took well to betrayal.

"A war is about to begin. And I can assure you all, the Mutheda Muhajir Movement (MMM; United Emigrants' Movement) will be the winners. We will snuff out the enemies and rise to be victorious." Shehryaar acclaimed.

Shehryaar needed their support and loyalty if he was going to execute his plans without a hitch.

The Heads were just ceremonial figures set to watch over his territories and held no power of their own. But Shehryaar needed them since he was mostly overseas and his local business needed to be handled by Zameer in Pakistan.

Everything needed to be perfect.

If anyone dared to betray Shehryaar, they would meet their maker.

Shehryaar had a natural gift of sniffing out betrayal and traitors. His trust wasn't easy to earn and who better to know this then the men present in the room.

And his spies were spread throughout every institution and law enforcement agencies in all of South Asia. They reported to him on a daily basis and if anyone dared to turn against him, Shehryaar would immediately know.

"I need to know that you all will not betray me like Mr. Ahmad. He's a fool. He would've become a winner in this war. But he chose to betray me. Now the outcome is in front of you. So if you all want to share in the fruits of victory, swear yourselves to my service and I will reward all of you with much."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

All the men immediately took out their pocket knives and without so much as a flinch, they slit their right palms: it was their way of showing their loyalty. They fisted their bloody hands and collided it upon their hearts.

"Saeen, we swear!" They all shouted in unison, their necks down in subservient respect.

Shehryaar nodded in approval: very much pleased with them.

He was a leader after all. He was born and trained to be one from an early age. and his lust for Power was greater then anything.

"Gentlemen, lets start."

A few maids came in and handed the Heads wet towels to clean their blood.

"What do we have?" Shehryaar demanded.

"Saeen?" Mr. Imtiaz stood with his bloody hand on his heart.

Shehryaar gestured two fingers towards him, permitting him to speak.

"Yesterday, Azhar Ameer Ghulari had sent a regiment of his men to the Balochistan territory. We were able to easily subdue them. We have captured them and they are in our control. What would you like for me to do with them?"

Shehryaar smirked. "Good. He sent off his western regiment that means he trusts me enough now to guard the Sikhai at the West. Kill off the ones who are loyal to The Ameer. Spare those who aren't. After a month or so, send a message to the Ameer that they died in a confrontation so he doesn't suspect anything. The ones that are left, they can easily be used and recruited. I need new men in the periphery." Shehryaar ordered, his deep voice oozing power and dominance.

"Saeen." Mr. Imtiaz agreed immediately. Shehryaar nodded and Mr. Imtiaz sat back down. Shehryaar turned towards Mr. Ihsaan, the Head of the North and the security incharge of the MMM organisation.

"Soon enough, I will ask for the Northern regiment that is the strongest. That will prove to be the weak link in their chain of command. Till then, make sure that the Rangers and local Militia is held off. They mustn't be involved in any way. Already the PAIA (Pakistan Army Intelligence Agency) is digging up dirt and the military operation in southern Punjab isn't helping either. For the time being we will not actively involve ourselves in them but send out two of our men to infiltrate their ranks. It won't be easy that's why I want you send in the best that you have."

"Saeen?" Mr. Ihsaan looked at Shehryaar with a certain nervousness, doubting whether or not he should speak his mind.

"Speak!"

"Sir, I'm not quite sure we should be sending the best. The Rangers are skilled and they will not spare any perpetrators. I'm not saying that our best aren't more skilled but still sir, this is the militia we are talking about. The last time we had sent in our best assassin, he was captured and executed on charges of capital punishment. Thankfully the man was well trained otherwise he would've given us up. " he finished and sighed, bracing himself. But he was confident that his boss would consider his words carefully. Mr. Ihsaan hadn't been wrong before.

Shehryaar rubbed his stubbled chin as he mused on what his security expert conveyed.

"You might be right but if our best were to be caught then they aren't the best." He bellowed.

"I want SSG best, godamit! And if you can't get me those by the end of this week Mr. Ihsaan then trust me, i would send you off to the Rangers and hand you over myself!" Shehryaar shouted.

Everyone flinched in their seats except for Zameer who calmly sat beside Shehryaar.

The rest of the early hours of the morning went by in discussion and plans.

Hours passed until everything was set. The Heads were dismissed.

Shehryaar sighed and leaned back in his seat. Zameer stood in front of him with a smug smile, making Shehryaar feel annoyed.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He barked.

Zameer chortled amusingly.

"I can see you've been busy with Bhabi," he said.

Shehryaar narrowed his eyes at his second in command.

"Your point?"

"My point being that you seemed more motivated. You've been delaying these plans for a year now and all of sudden, you want everything is place." Zameer elaborated. "Seems like Bhabi is really motivating you." He claimed. Zameer was genuinely happy for Shehryaar. He was his good friend and more like a brother to him after all and he had seen his struggle.

"I'm really happy for you man. I'm glad you finally got the woman that you love as your wife." Zameer relayed, speaking in English.

Shehryaar threw back his head as he barked out in laughter.

"Love? Seriously Zameer?" He chuckled darkly and stood on his feet.

Zameer frowned until he understood. "Don't tell me, you're still chasing after your obsession?" He inquired, his brown eyes widening in apprehension.

He knew Shehryaar and when he was obsessed with something, he did everything to conquer it and destroy it. Just like how he was obsessed over his enemies, Zameer knew nothing would come out of it if he continued to treat Anissa as an obsession rather as than a person.

Shehryaar smirked deviously.

"Come on Shehryaar. Get over it now. She's your wife now. She has her own place of dignity and respect. You need to treat her right. Give her her rights as a person." He tried his best to make him understand.

Zameer was well aware of Shehryaar's black past and how it moulded his mind. He knew that Shehryaar wasn't right in the head. But who would be? After a childhood and upbringing like Shehryaar's, he couldn't blame him.

"Come on Shehryaar, Shahzeb isn't here anymore. Let it go and move on." He asserted. Zameer had seen Shehryaar destroy himself in blood lust and drown himself in alcohol when Shahzeb had claimed Anissa as his own.

Shehryaar saw red at the mention of his brother's name and quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Zameer's head.

"If you know what's good for you Zameer you'll stay the fuck out of my business or I swear to God, next time you dare to cross the line I will not hesitate to put a fucking bullet between your eyes." He sneered, his grey eyes ablaze with fury.

Zameer swallowed and bowed his head. He knew there was no sense in making the deaf trying to listen because it was pointless.

"Yes Saeen."

May God help you now Bhabi because I know no one else will. He silently prayed. He knew things were about to take a turn for the worst for Anissa.

"Now get the jet ready by tonight. I need to leave for Dubai. Shit is gonna hit the fan and I need to be on neural grounds before that." He claimed and placed his gun back in its holster.

"Weren't you leaving by Friday, boss?" Zameer spoke in a calculated tone.

"Cancel everything and have all of my appointments shifted to Dubai HQ." He ordered and exited the room.

He needed to cool down after this whole fucked up scenario.

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