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Anissa began to shake in fear. Her heart was beating so fast that she was beginning to think she'll suffer from permanent tachycardia. But now wasn't the time for her to be concerned about herself. There were four lives on the line.

"No Shehry please," she begged.

"Dare to disobey me in this Anissa and trust me you won't like what will happen." He threatened and squeezed her hand very tightly, emphasising on his threat.

Anissa winced in pain but didn't give in. She knew he was serious but she wasn't about to give in to her fear. She tried to hold her wits together and threw the gun away. "I don't care. I'm not doing this!" She shrieked."You're crazy if you think I'll kill anyone. I will not do it and you can't make me!" She screamed. Her eyes fell on the men whose cries were muffled from the gags around their mouths. Their tear stained faces made Anissa's heart clench with pity. They were in such a bind yet they still struggled.

One look in their eyes and Anissa knew they were innocent.

"Look at the Shehryaar! They are innocent. They had no hand in my kidnapping." She claimed.

Shehryaar remained unfazed as he narrowed his eyes at her although on the inside he admired her: she was really smart to have figured that out. He knew that they were innocent. Only one of them was involved with Mustafa due to which they were easily able to penetrate through the heavy security and weren't informed in time via video footage.

But Shehryaar was a cruel man. He was deliberately doing this. He was going to kill the innocent just to teach Anissa a lesson.

"You will kill them Anissa. It's time you learned the importance of your worth. You are my Queen and I will not have you get attacks of conscience every time you are in a situation worst then yesterday's. You need to learn that there are people out there more dangerous then the ones you saw yesterday and they will not show you any mercy. You need to toughen up. You're a Mafia wife. You need to know your place." He tried to make her understand as best as he could.

Anissa clenched her teeth together to hold her tears. Her anger and frustration knew no bounds today. She wracked her brains for anything that she could use in order to save the men.

"You won't kill them Shehryaar. We are on neutral grounds." She stipulated, in hopes of having him see reason. She was grasping at straws now.

He chuckled bemusedly, impressed at her use of tactics. "Oh that only applies for other groups. It's only neutral grounds for the Mafia leaders of various organisation. The AML doesn't say anywhere that we cannot execute our own." He stated, killing all hope Anissa had of saving the men.

"Now do as I say. It's time you know your place as my wife." He smiled viciously.

"Then I don't want to. I don't want to be your wife anymore. Release me from this life. I don't want it!" She screamed.

And that was her undoing.

Shehryaar didn't waste a minute as his hand raised and slapped her sharply on the face. Anissa saw it coming and stood her ground. Shehryaar saw her strong stance and his anger skyrocketed as he fisted her hair and pulled so hard that Anissa's screams echoed off the walls.

The four men as well as Shehryaar's subordinates saw the whole scene in horror as Shehryaar placed the barrel of the gun on Anissa's temple.

"You will fucking do as I say!" He shouted at her face. "Or so help me God I will pull the fucking trigger." He claimed, pressing the cold metal barrel into her skin.

She didn't back down and glared at him with full intensity; she desperately fought against her own fear. This moment was the most challenging for her in her whole life; she never thought she would be emotionally and psychologically challenged to this level.

"I will not!" She shouted back. "I will not become a part of your sick games! Go ahead and pull the trigger. You'll be doing me a favor. Death is better then a life with a monster like you!" She spat in disgust.

"Oh, so you think that I'm a monster, do you?" Shehryaar muttered as his grey eyes flashed viciously. If she can't see that I'm doing this for her then I'll just have to show her myself. His twisted mind thought.

"Yes I do." She screeched.

"Alright then," he removed the gun from her temple and pulled her closer by her hair. She winced and clenched her teeth to hold back the pain. "I'm a monster aren't I Tara?" He said mockingly.

"Yes you are. You prey on the innocent and exploit people's weaknesses. Your nothing but a cowardly killer and a demented Psychopath!" She claimed loudly.

"Tara,"he breathed, releasing her hair and stroking it. Anissa was on high guard now: she knew that he was up to no good now. He gently caressed her cheek. She flinched when his cold skin came in contact with her heated skin. His fingers gently touched the bruise of her cheek bone. His smokey grey eyes stared intensely at her. She couldn't read his expression and thus she had no idea what he was thinking about. Her heart thumped in cold fright.

Again her words had hit him like a wrecking ball, shaking him to his core. His heart clenched yet his expression remained the same; unreadable. He tried to focus his mind on her face rather then her words. He switched from his anger to his cool composed self: completely shutting off his emotions at the deep amygdala region of his brain. When he looked into her hazel orbs, nothing but innocent and conflict could be seen in them yet he didn't give it any thought.

Anissa saw it: she still couldn't believe how skillfuly he switched from being angry to calm. She as beginning to think that he may be suffering from dissociative personality disorder as well as bipolarity.

Can a person really suffer from so many disorders? She thought, wishing that she had taken psychiatry as a speciality instead of general medicine.

"Tell me, you're a doctor right?" He said, his question catching her off guard.

"Yes," replied stiffly in a whisper.

He smiled a cold malicious smile, his grey eyes piercing through her hazel ones that she felt as if he was staring deeply into her soul. She felt goosebumps all over her body.

"Then you must know, the points in the body which can cause a fatal blow."

Her eyes widened when she realised what he meant. But she had no time to react as he raised his gun and fired four shots: his smouldering grey eyes fixed on her face all the while.

She froze in shock as she saw his insidious expression: a cruel smile and shining eyes with a sadistic, cold and indifferent look.

At that moment, she felt as if her world had stopped: she wanted to move but she couldn't. Her muscles wouldn't respond to her mental orders. The sound of the gun fire ringed in her ears.

"Now, Tara, try and save them." He challenged.

She heard him yet her body refused to move. She wanted to think but her emotions were getting in the way: bewilderment, shock, surprise.

Move Ainnie! A voice whispered at the back of her head. She wanted to follow the voice's order and move but her muscles were locked in.

Move Ainnie please. They are dying. That whisper coaxed again. She wanted to but couldn't.

ANISSA!!!

Her conscience screamed and her mind jerked out of its stupor.

Save them! It screamed at her and that's all it took for her to activate: her muscles unlocked, blood pumping hard with the rush of adrenaline as her cardiac output increased. Her hand went forward and drew the blade from Shehryaar's holster. Her legs moved and she charged towards them.

One man was shot direct between the eyes, the second in the heart, the third in the right upper side of his abdomen while the forth one was shot in the throat. Out of the four, she knew she could save the one who was shot in the abdomen.

She rushed towards him. He was bleeding profusely so she knew that he was shot directly in the liver. Her mind was in complete alert and completely focused. She controlled her emotions and let her skilled hands do the work.

She was trained for situations like these. She quickly located the bullet that wasn't so deeply located in the injury. Using the blade, she tried to pull out the bullet. She felt a smile rise on her lips as she realised that she'll be able to save the man. Once the bullet was out she could stop the bleeding before he went into shock.

Her spirit felt rekindled.

She knew she could save him.

But it didn't last long as she felt a strong hand grab her bicep. Shehryaar pulled her away and lifted her by her waist.

"NO!" She shrieked and thrashed and fought against his grip. But he wasn't having it and held her more tightly in a vice like grip, his arms safely securing hers.

"No let me go you bastard! I need to save him!" She screamed, her eyes on the dying man.

Shehryaar wasn't effected in the least.

"I need to save him. He's dying! Let me go!" She shrieked and began to punch and kick and scratch at Shehryaar. The blade fell from her hand as she assaulted the man responsible for her present predicament.

He sighed and released her only to slap her hard. She fell to the ground but her mind didn't let her rest and she began to claw towards the blade on the ground.

Shehryaar was literally enjoying her pathetic efforts at trying to save a life when she very well knew she couldn't.

When she reached the blade, her fingers had barely gripped the handle when his foot came down and stomped on the hand, making a disgusted crunch sound, causing an agonizing scream to rip through Anissa's throat.

She was subdued yet she fought her pain and tried to get her hand freed. It hurt her a lot and she knew that some bones must've been fractured. She began to cry but she didn't give up and still gripped the handle of the blade with her battered fingers. Shehryaar saw it and slowly crushed his foot on her bruised hand. She screamed. "Stop it! Let me go!"

Shehryaar began to laugh hysterically. Anissa looked up at him; she had thought previously that he only killed in cold blood because she was threatened, now she realised that wasn't the case; this man was inhuman, he was pure evil who killed for some sick sadistic pleasure; thus proving time and time again, that he truly was a psychopath.

Zameer stood there and saw the whole situation in horror. He desperately wanted to help her but he knew better then to cross Shehryaar especially now that he was in complete heartless ruthless mode.

Anissa's teary eyes fell on Zameer.

"Bhai!" She called. Zameer's heart ached when she called him brother. "Please help me!" She cried.

Shehryaar chuckled and removed his foot from her hand and squatted down to her level, fisting her hair as he pulled her head roughly. "He won't help you. No one in this room won't even lift a finger unless I say so." He said.

"Zameer bhai please!" She begged, her pleading eyes landing on the man who stood in his place. Zameer's conscience was screaming at him to help her.

"Saeen," he started but was immediately silenced when Shehryaar shot him a murderous glare.

He wanted to tell Shehryaar to stop this cruelty but he knew he couldn't do that, not with so many made men around. He clenched his jaw together and balled his hands at his side.

Anissa realised how powerless she was in this situation. No one was going to help her. Not even Zameer, the man whom she called brother.

Another horrible realisation shook her to her core: she was completely and utterly alone at the hands of these monsters.

No matter how much she'll fight Shehryaar would always win. He knew she would react this way. And had calculated as such. She began to cry hard as her pain set in and her heart shattered.

His evil laughter only made her realise the severity of the situation. Shehryaar picked her up and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as he made her face the four dying men on the ground.

"You see this?" He pointed and roughly cupped her jaw to make her look when she tried turned her face away.

"This is what will happen to anyone who dares to cross Shehryaar Ghulari. And those who dare to take you away from me, they won't just die, oh no, their whole families will end with them." He declared.

Anissa couldn't hold it in anymore as her emotional flood gates broke down and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Pain.

Anguish.

Guilt.

She hadn't killed them but she couldn't save them when she could.

The remorse of it made her feel broken. She felt as if a part of her soul was shattered. It was the ultimate sin. The fear of God's wrath set in.

How will Allah ever forgive me? Their lives are on my conscience. She thought ruefully.

She watched as the life slowly faded from the men's eyes. Even the one she could've saved was dead now.

She began to scream at the top of her lungs.

Without thinking, she plunged the blade into Shehryaar's arm. He was taken aback as his grip on her loosened and he grunted in pain.

He wanted to inspect his arm but didn't get time as Anissa lunged at him and tried to assault him with the blade.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" She screamed in hysteria. Her expression and hazel eyes were completely lost in their frenzy as her mind was in complete chaos. She suddenly felt so violent as the need to hurt the monster who had been hurting her all this time overcame her senses. She never felt like this before; the rush of adrenaline had sent her in a fight mode like never before.

When the blade was about to strike Shehryaar again, he caught it with his hand and held on to it tightly without caring that the blade sliced his palm deeply. Blood dripped down but Shehryaar didn't care.

Anissa screamed as she tried to take the blade from him but he wouldn't let go. Her eyes fell on the visible handle of his hand gun from his suit jacket holster. Just as her mind registered and her bruised hand forwarded towards it, Shehryaar caught her wrist and twisted it so hard that she fell on her knees in pain.

"Zameer!" He roared. Zameer nodded and quickly doused the contents of a small vile on his handkerchief and handed it to Shehryaar.

And the next thing she knew, Shehryaar covered her mouth with the white cloth. She breathed in the unfamiliar smell of a chemical she couldn't recognise.

Her limbs began to feel heavy as lead. Her muscles relaxed and she began to fall. Shehryaar caught her in time before her head hit the ground.

"Relax now," Shehryaar murmured to her as he pulled her limp body to his chest; gently caressing her cheek and caressed the wisps of hair on her sweaty forehead. Zameer handed him a pair of hand cuffs and Shehryaar quickly secured her wrists. All her energy resources were exhausted; she felt completely drained--physically and emotionally.

She wanted to scream and get away from him but all her muscles, except her respiratory muscles and her mouth were numbed.

She glared at him as best as she could. He looked satisfied as his grey eyes studied her face. Anguish was written all over her features as fresh set of tears began to roll down her temples.

With all her might, she opened her mouth. She never knew the power of speech would cause her so much energy and effort as she put all her strength into it as well as all her feelings.

"I hate you!" She hissed. Shehryaar smirked, not effected in the least.

Before her mind became engulfed with darkness, she made a firm decision; she was going leave and divorce him for sure now. And her mind blacked out.

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