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Zameer flinched in his place when a blood curdling scream erupted from the door behind him.

He clenched his teeth together and fisted his hands. For the past one week, he had been witnessing this.

Shehryaar stationed him to protect and keep an eye on Anissa.

This was the seventh day she woke up screaming. She had refused to eat and drink so she had to be kept on IV fluids and a urine bag. The family doctor was assigned to her.

And because Anissa was being too violent, she had to be restraint and chained to the bed.

Zameer hated himself for this. He felt responsible: he knew he could have prevented this from happening but he just had to follow through with his boss's orders. His loyalty towards his Saeen was more importnat to him, he had thought that once but now he was seriously beginning to doubt it.

His conscience was making him feel so remorseful. No doubt Zameer was a cold blooded killer and was no better then Shehryaar in any aspect but he had his limits. And he had crossed those limits.

Ever since that day, he couldn't sleep one bit: Anissa's pleas and her tear stained face haunted him.

'Bhai!'

Her screams echoed in his head. She had called out to him but he couldn't help her. He felt so useless. He felt so cowardly. He saw her as a little sister yet he failed her. He failed to protect to her.

'Zameer, always keep her safe.'

He had promised Shahzeb that he would always protect Anissa as soon as she became a Ghulari.

She was his to protect yet he failed.

He failed Shahzeb and worst of all, he failed Anissa.

He had no idea how he was ever going to forgive himself for it. Or more like, how was he ever going to ask for Anissa's forgiveness knowing fully well that she didn't deserve it.

He had a hand in her situation.

He had claimed so many lives and carried out his Saeen's orders without any hesitation and he enjoyed it. He felt accomplished when Shehryaar would give him a mission. Nothing else mattered as long as his Saeen was satisfied. And all in all, he had never had any attacks of conscience: not even when he killed innocent women and children. He didn't fear God or the consequences of this actions then, then what was making him suffer so much out of guilt now?

The answer was simple.

He had promised Shahzeb that he would always protect Anissa.

When Anissa became Shehryaar's wife, he had sworn to himself as well as his Saeen that he would protect her with his life.

Yet he broke his word: he couldn't protect her or save her and as a result, she was suffering now.

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Anissa woke up screaming again. She panted and tried to catch her breath.

Nightmares.

This was for the nth time she was woken up with them haunting her.

She couldn't recall how long it had been since she had been unconscious but she had been slipping in and out of unconsciousness only to be woken up by nightmares.

Nightmares of the innocent men pleading her to save them yet she failed.

Her tears began to stream down. The sides of her eyes were burning from spilling so many tears for so long.

She looked at herself: wrists and ankles bound in shackles, arms and legs restrained as an IV tube sticking in her elbow joint.

She had refused to eat. She thought she had no right to eat and feel better when four lives were lost at her behest.

She couldn't recall time. She had been strapped to this bed for the longest of time that her back felt sore. A nurse was assigned to her for her IV and catheter. She hadn't seen Shehryaar for which she was grateful.

She had no courage to face the evil man who was the cause of the state she was in. She had no idea what she would do if she saw him.

Her mind recalled the violent and animalistic acts she had done before she blacked out that day; she didn't regret the damage she had imposed on Shehryaar that day but she did regret her actions; it wasn't her.

the woman who acted so out of place wasn't the Anissa she knew. She wasn't the Anissa Ghalib her parents had raised. she was wild and dangerous. it was a result of the limits that she had broken that day. And Anissa feared it. she had no idea what she was capable of now.

Shehryaar was pushing her off her humanly and ethically limited boundaries and now she feared herself and hated herself more then ever. Shehryaar had brought out the worst in her.

And she was only human; how much more could she take?

Her guilty conscience was killing her spirit slowly.

When she was studying surgery, once a question was asked that what would a physician do if a life was lost in the table. At that moment, Anissa felt afraid and had decided to be always careful even if she didn't take surgery as an occupation later on.

Now she knew what it felt like to lose a life by your hands: but in the case of Anissa, she hadn't lost one life, she had lost four lives. And her conscience and guilt were eating at her.

Slowly, bit by bit, she felt as if her soul was shattering. A part of her was dead along with those men.

And now she knew, she couldn't stay here anymore. Enough was enough. There was only so much she could bare. And she knew that this was just the beginning. Shehryaar wouldn't stop until she was completed broken. And before that could happen, she needed to get away from him.

Breathing in slowly, she tried to calm herself. Her bleeding heart didn't allow that and she started crying again.

Her mind chided for her to stop. She needed to stop being so emotional and sentimental so that she may think but her heart was bleeding out. She couldn't think. She wanted to cry out her sorrows, grieve her wretched fate.

"Bhabi?"

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Zameer approached her with a tray of food. Anissa's stomach growled and clenched upon seeing the food but she ignored it and turned away from Zameer.

Zameer felt dejected upon her turning away.

"Bhabi," he sighed and set the tray of food on her side table. "Please Bhabi, your quarrel is with me. Don't turn away your own needs. You haven't eaten in a week. Please you need to eat." He pleaded but it fell on deaf ears.

"Bhabi?" He beseeched.

"Please Bhabi," he coaxed, his throat lumping. His heart was screaming at him: if only he was strong enough at that moment he could've saved this poor innocent woman.

"Bhabi,"

"Why the hell do you care now Zameer?!" She sneered. Zameer flinched when he heard her call his name without her prefix. Anissa turned to face him and his breath got hitched in his throat when he looked into her eyes: there was so much pain, sorrow and anguish in her innocent hazel eyes.

"Bhabi," his face fell and his head bowed. He felt so ashamed.

"Get lost Zameer." She spat bitterly. Zameer wasn't surprised; he deserved everything that was coming his way.

"Alright Bhabi I'll get lost but please eat something." He tried once again.

Anissa tries to sit up. Zameer tried to help but she slapped his hands away. With a piercing glare, she looked at him and picked up the tray set by her side only to harshly throw it away, making all the contents of the tray clash and spill on the marble floor.

"Get the Fuck out!" She screamed. Zameer stayed rooted to his spot as his eyes widened as large as saucers. He was shocked at her attitude: he always knew her to be a strong woman but he had no idea she was also capable of this much bitter stamina. I guess I should've gotten an idea when she had assaulted Shehryaar. He thought.

"Bhabi please," he sighed.

"I am no Bhabi of yours!" She claimed venomously. "And you are no brother of mine. Not anymore. You're a monster just like that bastard. I will never ever forgive anyone of you for what you did to me!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs even though her head was beginning spin and her body was weak from lack of nutrition. She coughed hard and when Zameer gave her a glass of water, she immediately snatched it from him and it all hungrily.

"Please Bhabi don't say that. You're like a little sister to me."

"Little sister?" Anissa scoffed and let out a dry chuckle. "Really Zameer? I'm like a little sister to you?" She snarled, her hazel eyes throwing fired daggers at him.

"Do you abandon your little sisters like the way that you did?" She queried.

Zameer kept his head down in shame: he had no idea how to explain himself to her; or better yet, he had no explanation.

"You are no brother of mine and I am no sister of yours. I will never forgive you. Any of you." She declared.

"Please Bhabi. I will work hard to earn your forgiveness. Please, just,"

"Just what?" She spat.

Zameer swallowed hard as his mouth went dry. And his heart clenched and ached when he heard her sniffles. He didn't have the heart to raise his head to see her tears.

"What would you have done if something like this happened to your sister or daughter?" She choked on her tears. "Would you have made her suffer like this? Would you have allowed her to kill innocents just for the sick pleasure of murder?" She cried. She felt so dehydrated and hungry. But she refused to eat.

"I pray Zameer," she sniffed and raised her eyes to look at the man whom she once called brother. "I pray that no woman has to go through what I have been through Zameer. One Anissa Ghalib is enough." She sighed and laid back down, her head spinning.

Zameer clenched his jaw tightly.

How will she ever forgive me? He thought as he rubbed his face. He was a believer in karma. He shuddered to think of something like this ever happened to his sister or his daughter, what would he do then?

Yet he was in awe of Anissa: despite her own misfortune, she still prayed that a time that passed on her would never break on any other woman.

This pure woman: she had no place in this dark world in which Zameer and Shehryaar were lost and immersed.

He stepped away from Anissa's crying form and headed towards the door.

One thing was clear now, he was going to earn her forgiveness one way or the other, even if it meant going against his Saeen.

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"And what's the report on this new company that I'm hearing about?" Shehryaar inquired from Asim, his executive manager.

"Well sir, it's a new company dealing in investments. It's called MA investments and they have requested a meeting with you."

"What are they interested in?"

"They want dealings in Karachi with our company seeing as it's a new firm." Asim reported.

Shehryaar nodded and signed on the paper. "Inform the CEO that I'll be in Karachi by next week. We can have a meeting then." Shehryaar ordered and handed the file to Asim.

"Very well sir." Asim nodded in acknowledge and left the office.

Shehryaar sighed and leaned back on his chair. He felt an intense need to have a drink of vodka as he pulled a bottle out from his desk drawer.

It had been a week since he had been with Anissa. He kept her at the mansion on the island so that she may stabilise a bit. He knew that this emotional attack on her would result badly. He had anticipated as such.

His eyes fell on his bandaged hand. He smiled when he thought about his wife's assault. His hand and arm wounds burned: but for him it was a good burn.

He enjoyed every bit of hurting her. The broken look on her face and the fire in her eyes really enticed him. He knew that emotional stress and pain would do the job much better then the physical pain.

His lips curved up into a malicious smile as he clutched the silver round pocket watch in his hand.

I hope you're watching Shahzeb. I'm slowly breaking down the girl you fell in love with. This is her punishment. If you hadn't chosen her when you very knew I wanted her, then this would've never come to pass. He thought as he stared at the pocket watch.

Yet in his heart, he couldn't help but feel slightly disturbed.

You didn't have to do it. A voice whispered in his head. It was that small voice of reasoning that Shehryaar would always dismiss.

He frowned and close his eyes. Behind his closed eyelids, he saw his brother:

Shahzeb? He mentally called.

He was looking at an exact reflection of himself. The only difference was that this reflection had brown eyes instead of his grey ones.

Yes I did. He countered.

Why are you doing this?

You fucking know why I'm doing this brother. He smirked.

Shahzeb looked at him with pity. Shehryaar knew that this was just in his head but he couldn't help but think that if his brother was still alive, he would be reacting the exact same way that this imaginary Shahzeb was.

His annoying version of his brother always sprouted in his head and nagged him whenever it concerned Anissa and that pissed him off to no end.

She's getting what she deserves. If only you hadn't taken her from me then maybe things would've been different.

It isn't her fault. Stop trying to break her.

Why? You aren't here to stop me brother. Shehryaar mentally smirked.

It's your fault and you fucking know it. He yelled in his head. He didn't know why he was feeling emotional all of a sudden.

A sudden wave of emotional feelings engulfed him: his mind didn't agree with his method and the image of Shahzeb kept nagging him at the back of his mind.

It's all your fucking fault. When you very well knew that I wanted her then why the fuck did you take her from me? She was mine! I saw her first. She saved me! Me! Not you! Then why the fuck did you betray me like that brother? You betrayed me and now she has to suffer the consequences! He mentally screamed.

He knew he was probably being insane right now. If anyone ever found out that he was speaking or more like yelling at the mental image of his brother in his head then they would think that he's crazy.

But he was crazy. He had to admit. When it came to his Tara, he was shitfuck crazy. His fucked up sadistic nature rose to new heights.

He always knew that something wasn't normal about him: Shahzeb also knew.

Was Shehryaar jealous?

Of his own brother?

Yes he was. And it was out of his jealousy that his obsession grew. Breathing in deeply, he muted off Shahzeb's voice.

Breathing in deeply, he shut off his emotions and pulled out his phone.

This was just the start. He couldn't go weak or sentimental at this stage when he knew that he was close to breaking Anissa.

She needed to be cleansed. She needed to become only his. He wanted to desperately remove every reminder about her that his brother liked: he was going to destroy her in every aspect because her personality and nature were all something that his brother admired and Shehryaar wanted no part of it.

His jealously and possessiveness drove him: every thing about Anissa was about to change.

His mission was to enslave her completely. Make her so dependent on him that she would be completely helpless without him.

Shahzeb used to admire her strong spirit. And Shehryaar was succeeding in breaking that spirit. That fire in her was slowly going to die.

And he wouldn't rest until he was sure that Anissa Ghalib, the girl his twin fell for, was long dead and Anissa Ghulari rose from the ashes.

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Shehryaar returned late at night. He made his way to the bedroom. Anissa was sleeping. He smiled and his heart felt a bit warm when he saw her resting face: yet the dried tear stains and red nose and flushed cheeks indicated she had been weeping again. She looked so pale and weak. There were huge bags under her eyes and her cheek bones were jutting out. Her beautiful creamy skin looked so clammy and pasty. He frowned in dismay.

It had only been a month since they had been married and Shehryaar noticed that she had lost so much weight.

He didn't like that. He wanted his woman to be strong and healthy. He noticed that the IV and urine bag were missing. Then he recalled that he had ordered the nurse to remove them and have her eat normally.

He had given her a weak to recover and collect herself now that time was up. It was time for her to be normal again.

He slowly sat down beside her and stroked her cheek. She stirred it didn't open her eyes. His eyes fell on her raven hair. His lips curved up into a bigger satisfied smile.

He absolutely loved the black color of her hair. But due to the sweat and oily build up, her hair looked matted.

When he looked back at her face, he was surprised to see her eyes open and stare at him blankly. Her hazel eyes were completely void of emotions.

He raised a brow as he himself masked a blank expression and studied her features.

This was out of character of her: she was an extremely emotional and sentimental woman. Then why was she looking at him like that?

He dismissed the thought and smiled, running the pad of his thumb on her dry lips. "Come on, get up, let's give you a bath and then we can have dinner together." He said, his tone as smooth silk.

Anissa stared at him blankly. Like she was observing him.

Slowly, she got up. Shehryaar threw his tie away and immediately engulfed Anissa in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom.

He was surprised that she wasn't throwing a tantrum or putting that much of a fight. He had expected her to throw a fit and he would again find the pleasure in beating her to discipline her but apparently she as being obedient so he felt a bit disappointed but content nonetheless.

Carefully, he stripped her and sat her down in the tub as he left the water running and then stripped himself.

Sitting behind Anissa, he pulled her beyween his legs and to his chest. She was being awfully quiet and he liked it. He felt extremely pleased.

I knew that this would work. He though pridefully.

"Looks like you finally learned." He muttered as he took the shower head and wet her hair. Carefully, he lathered her hair and washed them. Soaping her body, he tried to keep his gaze on her hair. He didn't want anything sexual at the moment seeing as how weak Anissa was. So he controlled his testosterone raged urges and focused on washing her body.

She was not throwing much of a fight and that was a little relieving as well as unnerving for him.

He knew that she was strong and it would take more the this to get her to be obedient. But he didn't think much of it and concentrated on the moment at hand.

When he was done, he quickly showered himself and pulled himself out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around his torso, he remembered that he needed to make an important phone call so he quickly left the bathroom and returned back with a dress for Anissa.

"Dress into this and meet me in the bedroom."he commanded and left.

Anissa's blank stare fell on the dress.

She got out of the bath tub and wore the bathrob.

She approached the full length mirror of the vanity.

Her face wasn't the same anymore. She had lost so much weight.

She looked so differently. In the span of time since she had married Shehryaar, she had changed so much both on the inside and on the outside.

She looked into her eyes: her reflection staring back into her soul.

She looked so sad, so broken.

She felt so ugly.

She felt so hollow.

She needed to feel a little relieved of the emotional stress she was under. Her eyes fell on her hair and then on a pair of scissors.

Slowly, she picked up the pair as an idea popped in her mind; she gathered a lot of courage for what she was about to do.

She had noted that Shehryaar loved her hair: he had even told her that once.

Now it was time to hurt him. The only way she thought to feel a bit better at the moment was to hurt Shehryaar.

Anissa entered the bedroom.

Shehryaar was wrapping a bandage around his hand. Her eyes fell in his bandaged arm and she couldn't help but feel happy at seeing her handy work.

A part of her felt guilty at hurting someone so voluntarily but a big part of her, the part that was hurting and suffering right now felt elated and pleased.

"You're not dressed?" Shehryaar turned to face her.

Anissa cocked her head to the side as a small smile played at her lips. Slowly, she pushed her hair to her left shoulder.

Shehryaar frowned in confusion.

"How much do you love my hair?" She inquired, her voice small and scratchy.

Shehryaar's eyes flashed dangerously when he saw her hand hold the pair of scissors.

"Don't you fucking dare!" He bellowed.

But it was too late as Anissa drew the scissors and began to chop off her waist long hair mercilessly all the while laughing hysterically.

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