Shehryaar inhaled deeply, his senses woken up by the pleasant soft scent of lilies.

His lips curved into an involuntary smile as his arms tightened around her warm soft body. Her soft hair tickled his nose when he inhaled, thus willing him to open his eyes.

She was fast asleep and why wouldn't she be? Last night was phenomenal for him as he had fucked Anissa to his heart's content. He wouldn't let her rest not even for a little while. The used and filled up condoms near the side of his bed were proof of the multiple rounds of brutal raw fucking he had inflicted on her.

And the cause? He had never felt so feral, so animalistic before just because of a few words she had uttered.

Her words had done a number on his ego. And if there was something he didn't like or appreciate was his ego or pride getting hurt. And her words had unleashed the beast inside of him.

His body that had craved hers for its infinite lust had just been been initiated and now he knew it wouldn't cease so easily.

His goal was centred around breaking her in the physical sense but now it appeared to him that he wanted to break her apart sexually as well. It gave him a sense of power and dominance over her that when it concerned her, he almost became a sadist.It wasn't normal and he knew it. This was the first time he acted on pure lustful impulse. Usually he was always in control but her insults had cost him to lose control. but he couldn't help but enjoy it. Her words barely acted as a trigger.

But deep down, he had known it would come sooner or later. After all, he was hurting Anissa and making her a victim, the least he expected from her was verbal retaliation. And it effected him in ways more then one.

Slowly and carefully, he tugged a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek bone. Her exhausted expression was so arousing for him.

He always found her so enchanting.

So breathtakingly beautiful.

If she wasn't so exhausted he would've probably fucked her now even in her sleep as he felt all the blood rush from his brain and circulate down to his dick. It throbbed for her so bad.

Just looking at her face is a fucking turn on. He thought to himself.

Her creased brows indicated her exhaustion and he couldn't help but pat himself on the back for his handiwork.

'. . . You're a coward!'

What the fuck? Why did her words effect me? He thought. Because it drove him to treat her roughly. He was already being harsh with her and now his ego was forcing him to make her treatments even more hard. Something tugged at his heart, coaxing him to stop.

You deserved every word. Something whispered at the back of his head.

He frowned and sat upright. What the fuck?

And why did they hurt? Because whether he liked it or not, he knew they were true.

His eyes went towards the sleeping beauty on his side. She was sleeping on her front, her back exposed to his view. Her bloody lower lip was jutting out. He leaned down and licked at her dried blood.

The metallic ting of her sweet blood sent an excited wave of frenzy in his body.

His inner animal was sated when he saw his marks and bruises marring her delicate skin. Her right shoulder was still slightly swollen, he had to give it to her: she had learned to have high endurance for pain because she didn't scream even once when he had flexed her arm back.

His eyes returned to the bite marks on her shoulder and nape, the spank imprints on her butt cheeks and the finger prints on her inner thighs. They felt absolutely stimulating for him that he wanted to be buried balls deep into her. But he knew better. He had worn her off.

Slowly he brought up the duvet and covered her naked body.

He got up and collected the used condoms from the floor and disposed them off. He strode to the bathroom for a shower. After a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso as he rubbed another towel on his wet hair. His eyes went back to the bed. Smiling to himself, he made his way to the walk in closet and got dressed into his signature grey three piece suit. While cuffing his sleeves, he walked towards the bed.

His eyes trained all over her marked back. His heart swelled with pride at seeing them. Then his eyes went to her long dark wavy locks. Under the bright spot lights, her locks shone in a delicious light chocolate brown hue.

He was absolutely entranced by her hair.

Leaning down on his toes, he carefully stroked her hair. His hand went into his vest pocket and clutched the pocket watch.

'You know, I just love her hair. I can't wait to touch. The soft brown is so rare. I bet it might even taste delicious.' He remembered. His grip on the watch tightened as he clenched his together. That memory sent a bad taste in his mouth.

He hated it when his brother used to mention his Tara like that.

Glaring at her hair, he felt an immense urge to grip her hair and tear away a few stands from her scalp and cause her pain and hurt her. That was the only way he felt some relief from this overwhelming feeling.

But he didn't have the heart to disturb her. So he reigned control on his rage and stood up. After all, he had plans. Big plans for Anissa.

I need to rectify the situation. He thought to himself as a vicious smirk curved on his lips as he exited the room.

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Anissa woke up with a start and cringed upon movement. Her whole body ached all over. She realised her back was stiff as she was lying in her front. Her breasts were so sore.

The region between her thighs radiated a painful soreness. Even her lower lip stung from the bite he has given her. Her tongue licked at it and tasted the dried off blood.

Rubbing her neck, she wrapped the sheets effectively around herself and looked around.

Glancing around, she felt relieved to find that Shehryaar wasn't with her and had probably felt for work. She got up slowly and swung her legs down the bed. Her eyes caught a few objects of interest on her side table.

she found her iPhone. She switched on the screen and saw the date and time.

So it had been three days since she's been out of touch with time. And it was 10 am in the morning. Slowly, she got up, almost tripping on her feet as her legs wobbled and the ache in her womanhood felt like it would tear apart if she moved too much. Even the tears that arose in her eyes were a sign of her pain.

And what's more, she was even more surprised to find two tablets and a glass of water near the lamp on the table.

Reading the initials of the tablets, she knew that they were pain killers.

Her heart felt a tug at the kind gesture. But then she remembered that Shehryaar didn't do kind. She knew instantly that he must have a motive behind the gesture. And her heart filled with bitterness.

she saw that there was peach coloured kameez pajama with a matching dupatta waiting for her on the foot of the bed. All her pain was forgotten as red hot anger and frustration replaced it. She felt the urge to destroy the dress even though she found it utterly cute.

You can't Ainnie. Are you forgetting that you will not show him any weaknesses. Her conscience chided. She huffed.

There was also a note. She picked it up and read it:

Tara,

You're probably feeling sore right now. I would be so pleased if you did after last night. Anyway, wear this dress and then have breakfast. Zameer will be waiting for you.

Do not disobey me and follow through otherwise there will be consequences.

Yours truly,

Shehry.

She rolled her eyes at the note and balled it up, throwing it away. When she decided otherwise, the painful sensation from bwteeen her thighs frightened her.

Fine then You monster. If you want me to wear this dress then I shall. There is no way I'm about to let you control me by using my weaknesses against me. It's just clothes. I'll show you that it doesn't effect me anymore. She thought determinately. Now she understood why there were tablets by her side table. He wanted her to be comfortable for whatever he was planning for her.

A sense of cold dread shuddered through her body. What is he planning now? Where does he want to take me? She thought, her fingers tightening around the sheet that was wrapped around her body.

She looked at the dress again. It was very pretty that she had to admit. After all she bought her herself. She sighed to herself. She felt an intense urge to disobey him just to get back at him for what he did to her last night but her body was very weak at the moment.

Come on Ainnie. Use your head. She thought. She realised that ever since she married Shehryaar, she had been a constant ball of pent up anger and frustration.

That's because he knows how to make me angry. She tried to justify to herself. She was always a calm and collected person and was rarely angry. But with Shehryaar, her dignity as well as integrity were constantly under attack. And if that didn't make her angry then what would?

The man was out to destroy her individuality.

But she was fighter. She wasn't about to give up anytime soon.

The only reason she decided to pick it up and bring with her to the bathroom was because she liked it and not because Shehryaar threatened her to wear it.

The bathroom was very grand and spacious and designed with the best marble and ceramic. Anissa didn't bear it any mind since she still hadn't any clue as to were she was.

While she was showering, her stomach growled with hunger. Of course it would, she hadn't eaten in three days. Then something caught her eyes on her left arm while she was scrubbing there. There was a small puncture mark on her antecubital vein like a needle was administrated there.

Did he put me on a IV while I was unconscious? She thought to herself.

Makes sense. No wonder I didn't feel hypotensive. She thought because in her tough routine at the hospital, whenever she didn't eat for a day or two she would get severely hypotensive. Her body would quake with weakness and her muscles would spasm.

The IV would explain all the energy she had last night.

And then thinking of last night, her mind fogged with pent up emotions. Shehryaar was too brutal and raw with her. He wouldn't stop and went for multiple rounds.

Turning around, she was felt aghast when she saw the marks and bruises on her body in the long mirror.

What an animal. He didn't need to be an actual savage. Ah but after all, that's all he is. A brute. And a cowardly brute at that. She thought and began to scrub her body. She felt disgusted with herself. She felt used and violated.

As if simple fucking didn't satisfy him, he tortured her all night long by making her have countless orgasms and mostly fucked her through them all. She didn't feel any pleasure from it. She only felt pain.

She felt as if he used her as a toy. Only for his pleasure. Not caring whether she was getting pleasure or not.

She didn't appreciate or couldn't even stomach the fact that Shehryaar fucked her raw last night and that too for his own pleasure at the expanse of her pain. And when he forced multiple orgasms on her, that had her begging him to stop.

She felt the intense urge to wash off his touch from her skin. And even though her skin stung and went raw from all the constant scrubbing. She felt like he treated her like a whore. Only men use whores for their own pleasure and Shehryaar's treatment towards her was no different. She never thought that a day would come when she would feel this way. Her eyes stung with tears and they cascaded down her cheeks and mixed with the water of the shower.

Her heart constricted at the prospect of Shehryaar not giving her the respect she deserved as his wife even if it was in bed. All she wanted from him was his respect. She didn't even expect love or kindness from him.

Where he showed her with money and luxury, if only he treated her right and respected her, she would've found it in her heart to at least harbour respect and maybe forgive him for what he did to her.

But the way things were going, her heart was growing heavy with despair at her pitiful situation. She only grew bitter and rebellious.

But then again, he had told me from the start that he fucks and not the other way around. She thought bitterly.

After showering, she got dressed and blew dry her hair. Effectively covering her head and chest with the dupatta, she went inside the bedroom and took the tablets in her hands and then made her way outside the room.

The hall was very beautiful. Carpeted with maroon Persian carpets and dark wood bohemian furniture, it gave the place a very exquisite impression.

She found a marble spiral staircase by the end of the hallway. Slowly, she descended down, ignoring the pain in her between her legs.

Slowly, she was able to find her way to the kitchen. It was grand scandanevian styled kitchen. It was one of those that Anissa used to watch in tv on famous cooking shows.

There were three women present in the kitchen. They were dressed in black and white long length dresses that resembled maid outfits. They were even wearing Black headscarves so Anissa knew that they were Muslim and judging from their features and exotic complexion, Anissa knew they were foreigners.

They were chatting in a strange language that Anissa couldn't recognise immediately but judging from the deep accent, she concluded Arabic.

The maids immediately stiffened and silenced in confusion upon seeing Anissa.

"Um, asalam alaikum," Anissa mumbled nervously.

"Walaikum asalam." They greeted in unison, bowing their heads slightly in honour of meeting the lady of the house.

"Um, I was,"

"Ah, Bhabi!" She was startled, her hand flying to her heart when she heard Zameer behind her.

"Oh Allah, you scared me Zameer bhai." She exclaimed breathlessly.

Zameer let out a hearty Chortle. "Sorry about that Bhabi,"

Anissa also gave him a small smile. It was a change to have contact with a normal human being. And this was the first time she saw Zameer act so informal. His demeanour was so light nonchalant that it immediately calmed Anissa even though his black suit set a different impression all together.

"Um, I was a wondering if I could have anything to eat. I'm starving." She said coyly.

"Of course Bhabi," Zameer gave her a comforting smile and began barking orders at the maids in Arabic who immediately scurried around the kitchen. Anissa was impressed as she learnt that Zameer was multi lingual. She had even heard him speak in Punjabi and Sindhi once.

"Please follow me," Zameer led her to the grand dinning hall. Anissa sat on the right seat that was beside the head of the table. Zameer made no attempt to sit beside her and stood by her side

"Bhai, aren't you going to sit?" She inquired in bewilderment.

"No Bhabi I can't. Please don't mind me. I'm here for your security." He replied in monotone, his attitude shifting towards more seriousness as his brown eyes went hard.

Anissa nodded in understanding. Her breakfast arrived and she was surprised at the amount of it.

"All of this is for me?" She asked in bazslement when she saw the boiled eggs, omelettes, parathas, toasted bread, pancakes, waffles and an assortment of various fruit juices.

"There wasn't any need to make so much. A simple paratha with an omelet would've sufficed."

"I didn't know what you would like to eat so I had make all this. Next time please specify what you would like to eat." Zameer replied.

Anissa nodded and started eating. She resisted the urge to moan when the delicious hot food slid down her throat and her stomach felt gratified.

After she was done, she immediately ate the tablets with a full stomach and within minutes, her pain and aches were relieved.

Zameer escorted her a black limousine that was waiting outside the large estate.

"Where are we?" Anissa inquired once she was seated in the luxurious car. Zameer wore his shades as he ordered the chauffeur.

"We are in Dubai. This estate is present on a private island set fifteen kilometres away from the mainland By Palm Jumaira." He responded monotonously.

Anissa had no clue of what he just told her but her confusion was cleared when they arrived at a harbour and boarded a Yacht. Anissa was escorted into a comfortable and spacious sitting area inside the main deck as Zameer entered is print passcode and started towards the mainland. Anissa saw the large buildings emerge from a dusty mist as they approached the mainland. With excitement rushing through her, she wakes out on the deck to have a clear view.

The large high rise buildings and skyscrapers held Anissa in awe as the Yacht sailed through the Dubai marina neighbourhood. The neo-futuristic buildings were a one of a kind as Anissa came out to the deck and craned her neck as she saw all the amazing areas.

These were the tallest buildings in the world. And Anissa finally got to see them. She felt overwhelmed. Never had she seen such high man made structures before.

Zameer approached the world's tallest building: the Burj Al-Khalifa.

Anissa gasped as she viewed the slim tall building.

"Lets go Bhabi." Zameer issued and gestured for her to follow him. They got into another waiting limousine that went towards the tall building. At the entrance, Zameer led her inside. If she wasn't unaware of the directions he would never allow his lady to walk behind him but he had no choice at the moment.

There were plaques of various companies that adorned the entrance of the building. Anissa quickly caught sight of the plaque that held:

INDUS ENTERPRISES.

she immediately felt small and belittled. She just realised that her husband was a more powerful and infinitely wealthy man then she gave him credit for.

Zameer led her to the elevator that went straight to the top most floor. Anissa was more then overwhelmed, she was down right baffled. She was a simple woman and all this splendour made her feel queasy and uncomfortable. Especially when she saw the place Zameer brought her to. So she didn't bother much with viewing the place with widened eyes otherwise she wpuldve looked stupid and out of place and if Shehryaar caught her like this, his ego would get a boost from a hundred to a thousand within the second.

Zameer stopped in front of a large door and straightened his suit jacket and took off his shades.

"Saeen," he knocked and opened the door.

Anissa saw Shehryaar seated behind a large dark desk. But what amazed her even more was the stunning view behind him.

With a fluttering heart and unconscious steps, she went straight to the huge glass wall and leaned against it as she saw the skyline.

Shehryaar chuckled and stood up when he studied the look of wonder on his wife's face.

With a curt jerk of his chin, he dismissed Zameer who left immediately.

Anissa was so engrossed in watching the view that she didn't notice Shehryaar wrap his arms around her slender waist and pull himself to her back.

Anissa saw that there was beautiful body of clear turquoise water staged down with a few buildings adorning at the sides. The rest of the buildings appeared like elevated stands in a motherboard of a computer.

"Enjoying the view?" Shehryaar drawled huskily into her ear, his breath fanning away a few loose strands of her hair.

Anissa gasped as she was brought back to reality, her hands immediately going to his large bulky arms encasing her slim frame.

"Um," she blushed deep red and looked down as his intense grey eyes set upon her face.

With an amused chuckle, he turned her around and his lips came crashing down on hers into a fiery kiss.

She was taken aback and the events of last night flashed in front of her eyes. But she knew she couldn't refuse him, afraid of the consequences if she did because her body was still weak and sore and needed rest and adding more fuel to his violent flames would be the stupid thing to do.

And after, when dealing with Shehryaar, she knew that he was unpredictable and her disobedience would earn her punishments of escalating brutality.

He didn't linger much on he kiss and release her before the kiss could be deepened.

"Do you like this place?" He asked, his hard steely eyes Set on hers. She swallowed and nodded.

With a smirk he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles.

"Good, now come with me." He said and led her outside the office. They entered another elevator.

Anissa felt her heart drop at the pit of her stomach as the elevator ascended upwards or was it just the gravitational effect? She couldn't tell her but her heart clenched with fear at being alone with Shehryaar especially after what he did last night. The pain between her thighs was a reminder yet again.

She took deep breaths and tried to gather her courage.

No weakness Ainnie. She ushered herself and squared her shoulders. Because with Shehryaar she would always expect the unexpected.

"There is a cocktail party here tonight and I'm the host. All the mafia leaders and gang bosses will be arriving from all over the world so I need you to prepare yourself and act appropriately tonight." Shehryaar told.

"Alright?" Anissa said more of a question then agreement.

The elevator stopped and Shehryaar stepped outside. This new place had Anissa feeling a new level of amazement. If she thought that the Karachi estate or the one at the island was something then surely she was mistaken because this new place was on an entirely different level.

The furniture for one was rich and luxurious, upgrades to the latest home decor with floor to ceiling panoramic windows that allowed the sunlight to flood into the entire area. She looked down and saw porcelain marble flooring.

"Welcome to our penthouse." Shehryaar declared haughtily, putting emphasis on our.

"Our?" Anissa frowned.

"Yes Tara, ours. Yours and mine." He chuckled, his grey orbs twinkling with amusement.

Anissa raised a sceptical brow at him and crossed her arms around her chest. "I thought you said that I was your slave."

Shehryaar chuckled. "It's good that you are catching up."

"Well, I would hate to break it to you, but I'm no slave of yours." she retorted.

Shehryaar's eyes darkened as he cupped her chin roughly. "Soon, you will." He avowed. Anissa was about to retort when he caughter her wrist and dragged her in the penthouse, indicating the end of discussion. With a sigh, Anissa went with Shehryaar as he showed her around.

"Will we be staying here?" She inquired when they entered the master bedroom.

"Yes. Only when you behave." He said.

Anissa felt irritated. She crossed her hands over her chest and stopped. "I'm not a child that you can tell me to behave. I'm a grown woman and I'd appreciate it if you started treating me a little civilly." She huffed and narrowed her eyes at him.

Shehryaar turned to face her and arch a perfect brow at her. "We'll see about that," he said and a certain cryptic look entered his eyes. He slowly approached her and carefully pulled down her dupatta from her head, exposing her thick mane of wavy brown hair.

"You know Tara, what I mostly love about you?" He said, his eyes roaming on her hair as if memorising each single detail about it.

Anissa felt confusion as well as fear grip at her heart as her stomach knotted.

She observed his expression and new sense of dread entered her heart at seeing his blank expression and cryptic eyes. And that scared her even more because an expressionless Shehryaar was more dangerous and unpredictable. She would rather have him show some sort of emotions so that she could prepare herself.

"N-no." She stammered and immediately cleared her throat.

No weakness Ainnie.

His lips curved into a devilish smirk as he took a lock of her hair, rolling it in his fingers and brought it up his nose and sniffed it.

"Your hair. I just love it." He stated, his grey eyes locked with hers.

They were blank as always so she couldn't tell what he was thinking but judging from his strange behaviour, she knew that something was brewing in his insane head.

"But, I think your natural color doesn't suit you," he said and suddenly, Anissa felt a chill run down her spine as she understood the meaning behind his words.

No, no he wouldn't.

Shehryaar smirked, his eyes twinkling deviously when he saw the comprehension in her hazel eyes as they widened.

"I think a darker shade would suit you better. Most preferably raven black." He said and his words sent Anissa into a frenzy as she remained rooted in her place, gawking at Shehryaar in disbelief.

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