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Shehryaar tried to calm down as he combed his hair back and straightened his back.

For a split second, he has thought that maybe Anissa might've left him. But he should've known that something like this was bound to happen especially now since she was known.

He had no idea who dared to mess with him on neutral grounds because they would be calling out a full blown war. His mind leaned towards Kinar because only members of the AML knew about this gathering at this exact location and without any breech in security, only meant this was the outcome of a planned inside job.

There was only one way to confirm this.

He pulled out his iPhone. Entering the passcode on his personal security website. When he entered Anissa's tracker code, the screen immediately showed her exact location ten miles away from his location.

This confirmed that she hadn't been taken by Kinar. He was a smart man and would've immediately detected and removed the tracker from her body.

This must be some ameuteur and the possibility of being one of his own came to mind. Because she was taken minutes after the gates of the compound were opened and the security was laxed for only a few minutess. Who ever planned this couldn't have done it without help and his mind went towards the few that he doubted.

Then came the question of the security footage. Why wasn't he informed?

Zameer saw his boss's cool and composed expression as he stared at the screen of his phone. Shehryaar sighed and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

Without warning, Shehryaar took Zameer by the collar as his fist met with his jaw. Zameer fell to the ground as he clenched his jaw, fighting the pain.

"How he fuck did this happen?" Shehryaar said in a calm low yet vicious tone.

His whole being exuded power and authority. Zameer knew this stance. This happened whenever Shehryaar was so angry that his demeanour would change; on the outside he would appear calm yet on the inside, he would be livid and his sinister mind would concoct every possible way to handle the situation with control.

"I don't know Saeen, the security is perfect. Nothing was reported." He explained but Shehryaar didn't loosen up and grabbed Zameer by the collar and punched him again.

"Then how the fuck did this happen?" He sneered, his grey irises ablaze. Zameer was silent, unable to answer his boss.

"I have her location." He said and released Zameer. "Get me a chopper." He roared. "And make sure Mustafa is with me!"

"Immediately apprehend the security team and take them to the island." He commanded and exited the room.

His mind was in complete control. He was going to get his Tara back, by any means necessary and he wasn't about to spare those who tried to take her away from him.

They just fucked with the Mafia King. I'll make them regret the day they were born. Tonight, there will be no mercy. He thought menacingly as waves of tinggling excitement vibrated throughout his body; this is what he loved doing; bloodshed and claiming lives. especially of those who betray him.

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Anissa groaned as her head throbbed at the back. Her vision was blurry and she tried to see. When her vision cleared a bit, She looked around and realised that she was in a dark place. Her mouth was restrained in a gag and her hands and feet were bound. Her throast screamed in dryness and her stomach churned. She was unable to think clearly.

She recalled that at one moment she was in the room where Zameer had escorted her. She was looking out the window when she felt someone grab her from behind and a black bag was placed over her head and something pricked her neck and something hard hit her at the back of her head and she fell into unconsciousness.

What? Where am I?

She felt extremely weak like the life had been sucked out of her body. her limbs refused to coorperate with her mental commands when she tried to move. This was the second time she was getting kidnapped.

Why does this keep happening to me? She thought ruefully, wanting to badly cry, but she felt herslf to be too dehydrated to form tears. She was cold and lonely. Her body was sheened in cold sweat. Fear and anxiety her only companions.

She heard some noise outside and her weak body stiffened. She had no strength whatsoever.

She saw the light peer down from a slit through the dark: it was a door that burst open to reveal three men come in and yell at each other in a language Anissa didn't understand. She was apprehended roughly by one of the men and pulled to her feet but she had no strength and she wobbled. She tried her hardest to struggle against the hold of the man who was grabbing her harshly by her arm only to be met with the back of hand his on her face. Her balance became unstable and she fell back to the ground. Her head hit the ground hard and soon enough, she felt herself lose consciousness again as she began to see black dots dance in front of her vision. She was sure she had a concussion now.

She was so close to losing consciousness only to be startled awake when she heard a blast and the ground shook from it. The men yelled at each other. The sound of firearms being shot began to echo around the place. The men left her and began to run in the direction of the noise.

Anissa didn't know what was going on around her: her head was throbbing and her body didn't have enough energy. And soon enough, she let the darkness consume but her mind became alert when the area around her became illuminated and her eyes fell on him.

Shehryaar emerged in all his glory. Not a single hair out of place as he confidently strode towards her with the grace of a Cheeta. His face emotionless, his smouldering grey eyes shining confidently. He made his way to her through a rain of bullets without flinching.

Anissa's mind was too hazy. She didn't know how or what to feel: so she decided to feel nothing at all. But one feeling washed over her that she couldn't quiet deny: relief.

He reached her and crouched down to her level, his eyes boring into her hooded hazy hazel gaze.

His anger and rage skyrocketed when he saw his wife lying on the cold hard floor: so defenceless and vulnerable. If anyone was going to make her suffer then it was him. That right only belonged to him and seeing her in this state. He wasn't about to show any mercy or restraint tonight.

"Tara," he smirked and gently stroked her cheek. "I found you." He murmured to her so softly that if Anissas mind wasn't so foggy she would've thought for sure that she was imagining it: this was the Shehryaar she was not used to. This one was gentle towards her. His smile and eyes were all soft.

He gently turned her eye lids open. Her pupils were dilated. "You've been drugged." He growled. Her skin was flushed and clammy.

She didn't understand what he meant as her mind was in a state of stupor. But her body was very much conscious and alert.

She felt sparks arise from the spot he touched as she shuddered. Softly yet firmly, Shehryaar removed the disgusting gag from her mouth. She gasped for air freely as he continued to untie Anissa's arms and made her sit. He quickly took off his suit jacket and wrapped her cold body in it and picked her up bridal style.

"Do you hear me? Try to stay conscious." He said to her in her ear and tightened his hold around her weak cold frame. She felt so comforted as his warmth seeped through her and his strong manly scent engulfed her. She clutched tightly onto his shirt as if her life depended on him.

At the moment, she didn't care that the man holding her was a monster. All she wanted was to get out of this desolated and depressing place.

"Take me away from here," she mumbled lowly under her breath. Shehryaar was looking at her intensely.

"I will." He replied.

"My head hurts." She whined.

Shehryaar chuckled amusingly. He liked her this way. Her vulnerable and weak state gave his sinister and sadistic mind many ideas.

All of a sudden, the sounds of guns shorting ceased and the air became still. Anissa liked the silence. She cuddled into her husband's warm chest and tried to block out her thoughts.

"Round them up!" Shehryaar barked, making Anissa flinch and whimper. she wanted to sleep and rest. Her eyes were closed and she didn't want to open them. Her head hurt so much.

She heard shuffling sounds and then her senses began to work again as her mind became active when she heard muffled sounds and cries. Her eyes flew open and her head turned in the direction of the noise. All the men were brought to sit on their knees with bound limbs and gags restraining them.

"Bring me a chair!" Shehryaar ordered. Zameer immediately found something and brought it to his boss.

Very gently, he placed Anissa down on the wooden chair. Stabling her body by her shoulders, she whimpered upon being disturbed and not allowed to sleep as his warmth left her. Then without warning, Shehryaar opened her mouth and shoved two fingers down her throat, stimulating her gag reflex. She vomited instantly.

"Ah!" She cried. Shehryaar gently rubbed her back. "That's it baby, take a few breath." He commanded In a soft sweet tone.

Anissa didn't have any time to react as He repeated the same process two more times until he was sure the drug was out of her system.

Anissa's eyes watered and she coughed, her already dry throat burning raw from the constant gagging and her stomach churning in emptiness. Her mind began to get clear. The haziness was fading. She continued to cough. Her clothes were ruined and she smelled awful of her own vomit but she didn't care at the moment. Zameer handed Shehryaar a bottle of water and he made her drink. She coughed but her bitter throat felt a bit better as she drank the water hungrily.

Shehryaar patted her back and jumped to his feet. He drew out his handgun and nodded curtly in Zameer's direction. Zameer immediately hit the butt of his gun behind the head of the man standing beside him. the man was caught completely off guard as Zameer began to bind his limbs.

"Saeen, what's going on?"

"What did you think Mustafa? That we wouldn't find out?" Zameer hiss in his ear as he pounded his face in the ground. Mustafa cried in pain. He was responsible for security and any glitches, even so much as a technical error was to be reported by him to his boss but he didn't and that made Shehryaar and Zameer hold him accountable for this present incident.

They immediately began to interrogate the thirteen men.

"Boss! They were ours!" Zameer claimed as he inspected their necks to reveal The MMM mark: the mark of a panther tattooed on their jugulars.

I fucking knew it! Shehryaar thought as his anger and rage tried to take a hold of him but he was in control. And with control, the ferocious Ghulari in him came out. Anissa saw his whole demeanor change as he. His soft grey irises became hard as steel and cold as ice as he stood up to his full height.

The men in front of him shivered in fright when they saw him stand and some even began to beg through their gags. But they should've known; betraying the most powerful Mafia Leader in all of Pakistan and the subcontinent would only result in a torturous end.

"Remove their gags." He roared. His stance strong and straight, his muscular chest heaved up and down as he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows; his grey eyes cold and unfeeling that it was inhuman. The men began to scream in fright and begged for mercy but were silenced immediately upon when Shehryaar shot three men right between their eyes. Anissa screamed and Shehryaar immediately turned to her, his eyes warning her to not make him do anything that would humiliate him or her in any way. She was surprised that he didn't hurt her or point the gun in her direction. She tried to clamp her mouth shut but her whimpers kept escaping. Her fear heightened when Shehryaar leaned towards her and caressed her cheek.

"Don't you fucking dare to make even a sound!" He hissed through clenched teeth, so low that it was only for her to hear.

Already her body was shaking badly from weakness and now her heart was beating abnormally fast: she feared she might be experiencing arrhythmias. Cold shivers ran down her spine as she saw the monster in her husband emerge out.

the rest of the men began to cower and some even urinated in their cold fear. Shehryaar turned back to them.

the room fell into a deadly silence.

The smell of urine and swear heavy in the air.

Anissa felt sick to her stomach. If it wasn't empty already she was certain she would've thrown up by now.

"Do you have any fucking idea who you fucked with?" Shehryaar roared, his tone dripping with venom.

The men shivered under his cold glare. None dared to raise their heads.

"I am the leader of the Mutehada Mujajir Movement (United Immigrants' Movement). I am the Mafia King. I own your worthless immigrant asses. I fucking gave you refuge! A home when you left your countries and all I wanted in return was your loyalty. But you end up betraying me!" His loud voice boomed. Some men whimpered and began to cry.

"Please Saeen spare us!" One of them shouted.

Shehryaar sneered and pointed his gun at the man.

"And do you know who you took?" He growled. "You dared to take my wife!" He screamed, his tone laced with bitterness.

"You fucking dared to touch my Queen. She's the Mafia Queen and if anyone dares to separate her from me I'll end them!" He claimed. His men bowed their heads in respect while the treacherous traitors cowered in fright and dread.

There was utter silence in the room. Anissa processed what he just proclaimed so loudly. It was so silent that Anissa heard her heart beat so frantically.

'You fucking dared to touch my Queen'

His words resonated in her mind. A part of her was actually glad and moved upon hearing him say that. She couldn't believe it even now. While a bigger more smarter part of her wanted to laugh at his words.

Queen? If she was his queen then would he had treated her the way that he did till now?

Then something recalled from deep within the cavernous of her frontal lobes as she recalled his words.

'If I will make you my Queen then I will break you first . . . ,'

She was interrupted when a Mustafa, who hadn't said anything till now began to speak.

"Your a fucking tyrant!" He snarled with disgust. "You gave us a place to stay and for that we were loyal to you but when one of us tries to fight your tyranny, you exterminate us like insects." He claimed bitterly.

"You killed my brother. And not just my brother but his whole family!" He screamed. Anissa gasped and placed her hand on her mouth to stay quiet.

"Oh, so you did this small attempt at a failed mutiny and betrayal for revenge?" Shehryaar arched a brow as his lips curved into a vicious cold smile.

He was a firm believer in revenge and getting even. Those were one of the few humanly principles he followed.

Shehryaar studied Mustafa for a few piognant seconds.

"Alright then. Release him." Shehryaar ordered. Zameer knew where this was going: this was all a game for Shehryaar. Even if it appeared to others that he was being honourable and giving someone a fighting chance at revenge, they were wrong. It was just a game of amusement and pleasure for Shehryaar even if he felt deeply about gaining revenge.

Perhaps It only applies to himself. Zameer thought.

Mustafa was untied as Shehryaar threw a gun to his knees.

"You have two chances to try and kill me. Take your revenge." Shehryaar said and dipped his hands in his pockets.

"what? Are you insane?" Anissa jumped to her feet and caught his arm. Shehryaar got frozen in shock. When he gazed down into her clouded hazel eyes, he saw concern; for himself. This was the first time she showed concerned feelings towards his well being and indeed it was surprising.

Anissa herself was surprised at her behaviour. But at the moment, what mattered to her was the life of her husband who was so freely gambling on it.

"Stop this! Let's just go. Hand these people to the police and let's be done with it." She spoke with so much innocence that it baffled Shehryaar for a moment until he burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my God!" He breathed under his chuckles and cupped Anissa's jaw. "You're so fucking innocent," he muttered and leaned closer to her ear. "It's making me so fucking hard for you. But don't worry baby, I'll be alright." He uttered in a whisper and kissed the corner of her mouth and nodded towards Zameer. Zameer obeyed his silent commend and caught Anissa's shoulders firmly to keep her in place as Shehryaar faced Mustafa.

"No stop this! Zameer bhai please make him stop this madness!" She shreiked and tried to fight out of his grip. He had no choice but to twist her arms behind her back to restrain her; she was weak at the moment due to too much fluid loss but she still fought.

Shehryaar was actually moved at her feeble attempts. He never knew she had this in her. All this time he was hurting her physically, torturing her sexually and yet here she was, literally trying to save him. He felt his heart gain a warm he had never felt before. And he reveled in it until he was rudely interrupted when a shot was fired at his chest.

Anissa screamed.

Zameer held her tight as she began to faint when the second shot was fired. Shehryaar sighed and remained rooted to his spot, his stance strong and his hands remained in his pockets.

"Why? Why haven't you died yet?" Mustafa screamed and tried to fire again only that the cartridge was empty. He threw the gun away.

Shehryaar smirked. Everything went according to what he had calculated when he was studying Mustafa before handing him the gun. He knew that the man wouldn't shoot him anywhere else other then the chest or the legs. That's the basic and foremost training he would instil on his new men before they were sworn in. And his stance, shaking hands and fearful eyes gave him away. There was no way he was going to shoot Shehryaar in the head that he was certain of because then Mustafa would have to make eye contact with his Saeen and very made man had the inability to look him in the eye. The fear that was bred in them psychologically would've rendered them incompetent if they tried looking their Saeen in the eye. That was the power a Ghulari held.

What shehryaar had to risk was getting shot in the legs but he was certain that the man would shoot him on the chest. He was too focused on killing Shehryaar and was blinded by revenge so he underestimated his opponent. Shehryaar always wore a bullet proof vest under his dress shirts. They were light as a feather and tough as steel. It was his own invention.

"My turn," and with that said, Shehryaar immediately pulled out his gun from his holster and shot the man in his knees and arms. He began to scream in agony.

"Take him to the cellars. Interrogate him and get every name from him of those who dare to betray me and join forces with my bastard of a brother." Shehryaar commanded, his voice steely and ice cold.

Anissa was shaking badly in her place as she gawked at Shehryaar in disbelief. They way was standing in front of her unharmed had her mind in a boggled mess.

But how? I saw him get shot right in front of me. She thought, her mind a state of shock. And before she could react, Shehryaar had turned to the other men and shot all in the head in cold blood.

"Let this be a fucking lesson. Try to betray me and you will end up like them. Round up their families in Khaaspur. I'll deal with them later." He declared. "Send their heads with their mouths stuffed with their dicks to that Bastard Nawaz. Let's see what he does next."

The men bowed and began to open body bags.

Shehryaar turned to face Anissa only to have her ashen face come into view. She was still in utter shock and when he reached to touch her cheek, she collapsed in his arms.

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