"Y-you," she breathed in a shaky voice and then immediately willed herself into composure.

No weaknesses Ainnie. She reminded herself.

"You want to dye my hair raven black?" She inquired, immediately closing her eyes, afraid of facing the situation.

Her body was starting to quiver with anger. She was surprised at herself. She was never a person to get angry so quickly. She was always calm and composed. But ever since she got married to Shehryaar, she had been nothing but a ball of raging anger.

Calm down Ainnie. Calm down. Your angry again.

That's because he knows how to make me angry. She thought.

Still, you must remain calm Ainnie. Your anger has only gotten you in trouble. Work with your head now instead of your anger. Her consciousness uttered. And it was right as well.

Shehryaar chuckled while his fingers kept playing with the lock.

"Yes I want to." He simply said.

"Why?" She breathed lowly.

"Look at me when you're talking to me." Shehryaar snapped loudly, making Anissa flinch at the sudden increase in octave of his voice. Opening her eyes, she became locked in his empty yet strong grey gaze.

"Whenever I'm talking to you, you look at me, is that understood?" He stated firmly. She nodded.

But her anger and frustration was greater. Yet despite that she kept herself in check. She knew if she acted out of anger then he would definitely hurt her and this time more harshly: another sign of psychotic abuse and violence led to the prevalence of escalating brutality and Anissa didn't want to suffer through that.

"Shehryaar, I,"

"What did I tell you to call me?" Shehryaar growled through clenched teeth, an unfamiliar rage entering his eyes.

She inhaled deeply and squared her shoulders, meeting his intense gaze head on. "Shehry, please, I like my hair the way it is." She stated firmly, bringing some politeness in her tone although she felt nothing like it. But she needed to teel her tone in check if she were to persuade him.

"Well I don't and I want it to change." He deadpanned.

"Shehry, it's my hair. I have never dyed my hair before and I do not plan on doing that now." She said firmly. Yet on the inside we was beginning to feel frightened at his calm and composed demeanour. For her an angry Shehryaar was okay because he was predictable but not a composed Shehryaar: he was unpredictable.

"I'm not asking you to dye your hair. I'm telling you." He claimed and snapped his fingers. A woman entered the room and stood at the door frame.

Shehryaar cupped her jaw roughly and squeezed her cheeks, his blank grey gaze boring into her hazel one.

"Dare to challenge me in this and trust me you will not like what I'll do to you later." He growled lowly.

Anissa's knew there was no arguing in this anymore since he clearly won. But then something came up in her mind and she spoke.

"What will I be wearing today?" She inquired.

Shehryaar gave her a small pleased smile. He took her to a small walk in closet. It wasn't as big as the closet in the estates but it was just as grand.

Shehryaar stopped in front of a row of encased dressed by various designers. He took out a suit bag that had the label of Chanel and opened it for her.

Anissa's eyes widened when she saw the delicate, beautifully elegant long moonlight silver silk dress. But the only problem was that it was a dress that would effectively hide her back, waist and shoulders while the neckline was too deep and would reveal too much of her cleavage.

"If I let you dye my hair, you must let me choose my own dresses from now on." She declared, feeling courageous.

Shehryaar raised his brows in questions. "This isn't a negotiation."

"I'm not negotiating. I'm barely asking something in exchange."

"That's a negotiation."

"Maybe," She shrugged. "But what's wrong with that? You are trying to control my body and make changes to it which I clearly do not want. So you have to give me something in return. Otherwise, trust me, I will not follow through with your orders." She stated.

Shehryaar chuckled dryly at her attempt to make any difference. Anissa wasn't surprised however, she was shaken out of her wits when Shehryaar dropped the dress bag and threw Anissa over his shoulder.

He didn't even give her time to react and the next thing she knew, he threw her roughly on the bed. Anissa had barely gotten a hold of her bearings and was on her front when Shehryaar came at her from behind and pressed his heavy body onto hers.

His hand came and sharply spanked her on her left buttock, making Anissa yelp. Already her buttocks were sore from the previous spanking.

"Stop that!" She shrieked, burying her face in the bed to hide her flushed pained expression as another spank came down her right buttock.

Shehryaar wound his arm around her waist and pulled her up so that she was sitting on her knees. His chest was pressed against her back as he held her.

She hadn't even recovered when she felt his hand invade inside of her pajama waist band. Quickly his hand went into her panties. His fingers went to her slit and rubbed there while his thumb and fore finger flicked and pinched her clitoris. This immediately stimulated her arousal.

"Ah! Stop. I'm already too sore." She exclaimed and tried to scurry out of his hold. He growled and tightened his arm around her waist. He wasn't having it. He leaned down to her shoulder and licked her ear lobe.

"I'm glad to know that," he smirked against her ear. His fingers stroked her labia, causing wetness to pool down. Anissa felt weak in the knees and slumped down to the mattress.

"No, stop it!" She tried to yell but failed miserably because her body was reacting all too well to his touch.

"Your mouth says no but your body has a different story." He rasped when he felt her wetness gather at his hand and his fingers began to rubbed more vigorously.

"You're so fucking responsive," he growled and shoved two fingers into her moist channel and began to pump his fingers with a fast speed. She gasped as her heart picked up speed with his pacing touch.

Anissa had to bite her already injured lip to keep her moans in. She wouldn't give in.

"Stop!" She cried, her elbows burying in to mattress as his body pressed hers down. She bit her lip, causing the clotted injury to bleed again. His thumb began to rub her clitoris in circles while his fingers hooked inside her, stroking her inner lips, making a squishy noise from all the friction. And that became her undoing.

The waves of ecstasy were beginning to overcome her. Her mind falling into a lustful ecstatic haze. Her mouth opened and her moans were unleashed.

She screamed when her orgasm ripped through her and shattered her into a million pieces. Her eyes rolled back to her head as her climax tore her apart. Her knees gave in and she collapsed.

Shehryaar kept himself off of her, enjoying the wet feeling on his hand as his other hand rounded on her buttocks and squeezed her left cheek. She shuddered upon his harsh squeeze.

Shehryaar chuckled. "I love your ass, it's got good endurance." He muttered and pulled out his hand.

"Mmm, babe, you're so sweet. I will never get enough of you." He groaned as he licked his fingers clean of her wet sweetness.

She was panting and tried hard to come back to her senses. Her fogged up mind began to clear and her breathing calmed a little.

"Let go. You have no right to treat my body like this." She said under her breath.

Shehryaar clenched his jaw. His hand came down and spanked her buttocks hard, making Anissa whimper and yelp as tears of pain pricked her eyes.

"I said stop it already!" She screamed, feeling her buttocks burn. Shehryaar flipped her to her back and clamped his hand around her wrists as he held them above her head. His thumb gently wiped the blood from her lip.

Anissa pursed her lips together when she met with his menacing glare. He leaned down to the level of her ear, his hard muscular chest pressing to hers.

"First of all, this gorgeous body of yours isn't yours anymore. It's mine. Second, you are in no position whatsoever to ever disobey me otherwise you know what I'm capable of now." He hissed in her ear, causing goose bumps to crawl down her back. She felt his hard bulge at her pubis as he pressed his pelvis onto hers. She knew where he would take the situation if he felt like she was disobeying him so she gathered her wits. She swallowed hard and exhaled.

"It's simple. Dye my hair and in exchange, give me certain rights." She stated calmly, coming back to the topic at hand. She realized what he was trying to do; he was trying to intimidate her by his punishments and threats but she wasn't about to give up so easily.

Shehryaar raised a brow. "Rights? What rights?" She wasn't surprised at his lack of interest in basic human needs.

"At least give me the right to dress modestly in your parties. I am your wife and many dignified people will be attending your parties. Let me dress appropriately." She proposed. Her modesty was a very important part of who she was and that was something she didn't plan on ever compromising. Dying her hair was a simple price to pay if it meant gaining back her modesty from Shehryaar.

Shehryaar stared at her, his expression thoughtful. Anissa felt like giving her a pat on the shoulder for getting through to him.

She sighed. "Shehry, please," she coaxed, her voice as low as a whisper. It killed her to try and beg but she'd be damned if she didn't try harder when she knew she could have it.

Something flashed in his eyes.

"Alright, very well." He said and got off her.

"Do you promise." She said. Even though she did not trust him, she wanted his promise to have an insurance. He was a psychopath, but an honest psychopath-- he didn't lie to her yet and kept his promises so far, so she would take full advantage of these traits.

"Fine. You can dress appropriately at my events. I won't stop you. That I promise." He avowed.

"But don't you dare to wear anything too plain or simple or try to dress like a fucking nun. I will not have it." He spat.

Anissa sighed and nodded. "Alright." She mumbled.

Shehryaar got off of her. She quickly straightened her clothes and wobbled on her feet when she got up. He called in that person again and Anissa silently sat down and winced. Her buttocks were still hurting her and she tried her best to ignore it.

The stylist began to dye her hair.

In a matter of an hour, Anissa was staring at herself, not in her beautiful light brown hair but in a mane of raven black tresses. She tried not to cry.

'Ainnie yar you're so lucky. You're hair color is so unique. Not every Pakistani gets that. It's a rare trait. Don't you ever change that.' Her mind recalled memories of when Ramsha used to compliment her hair.

The wavy form of the hair was taken away and her black hair was straightened. She had to admit the darker shade did compliment her pale porcelain skin but it didn't do anything to bring out her light hazel eyes. God had given her her natural hair for a reason, one being that the light brown of her hair always brought out the lightness of her hazel eyes.

And now it was taken away from her. She hated Shehryaar for doing what he was doing to her. Slowly, bit by bit, he was taking down her personality, something she had spent her whole life building. Why he was so selfish was beyond her but she understood. Psychopaths were always like that.

The stylist also did her makeup. Shehryaar had also sent in seamstresses and told Anissa to choose her dress for the evening. Anissa went with the same moonlight silver dress but had made many adjustments to it.

Now she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the silk gown that hide away every inch of her skin but didn't hide away her curves or her slender figure. But it would have to suffice for her.

Shehryaar came and when he saw her, he was frozen in place with shock.

Anissa looked stunning. While she faced the mirror, her small waist and full hips were in full view for his feral eyes. Her long straightened hair cascaded down her back. The black color really did suit her. And he was pleased with himself for having changed that color.

Anissa turned around and faced her husband, setting him with a blank expression. Shehryaar was dressed in a black tuxedo. It was perfectly fitted on his well built body. From underneath the white dress shirt she could easily make out the contours of his muscular chest. He was indeed so handsome. Anissa wished that if he wasn't so good looking, it would've been easier for her to hate him more then she did.

Shehryaar approached her. She turned back to the mirror, partially ignoring his presence.

Shehryaar locked his gaze with her through their reflection as he stood behind her.

"You look so fucking breathtaking." And indeed she looked like a goddess bathed in moonlight. He felt himself going hard. If this soirée wasn't so important, he would've ripped the dresses from her body and fucked her against the wall. Anissa saw the apparent lust in his eyes and immediately looked away, blushing furiously.

Slowly, he removed the hair from the nape of her neck and kissed her hot skin. Anissa felt a shiver radiate from that place and tingles emerge from his fingertips at where he was touching her. One hand was on her small waist while the other one gently cupped her neck. He smiled when he saw the love bites and dark marks on her neck. He leaned down and planted kissed on each of the marks. Anissa shuddered beneath him and tried to keep herself composed.

Shehryaar's lips brushed against her delicate nape, his warm breath tickling her.

"First my life and now my hair. What else are you going to change? My eyes color?" She spoke before she knew the words left her mouth but she didn't regret them. All her pent up bitterness was surfacing.

Because she couldn't help but feel like a doll at his hands; a doll whom he loved to dress and play with.

He disregarded her as a person and that was hurtful for Anissa. Her integrity and pride were at stake.

Shehryaar chuckled and this time it was full of amusement. He stopped kissing her and straightened to his full height behind her.

"I like your eyes. I think I'll keep them the way that they are." He muttered.

Anissa scoffed. "Of course you would." She retorted sarcastically. Shehryaar ignored her and walked away. He came back later with a slim square black velvet box in his hands. He handed the box to Anissa.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. She gasped when she opened the box to reveal a delicate diamond necklace that was decorated with small pearls. The studs were small.

Shehryaar took out the necklace and locked it around her neck.

"You look so fucking sexy right now. You really are like a Tara, shining and bright." He uttered, his eyes roaming on her face as if he was in a trance.

Anissa couldn't help but say what was in her mind, taking advantage of the light air around them. He was her husband after all and now a major part of her life. His opinion mattered to him whether she liked it or not.

"What am I to you, Shehry?" She inquired, her eyes set on his face, calculating his expression.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked nonchalantly even though he clearly understood.

"Am I your wife? Or your toy?" She asked. He smirked, his eyes trailing her in neck. The back of his fingers caressed her long slender neck, his thumb resting on her pulsing carotid.

"Toy. Plaything. Puppet. Slave. Wife. Whore. Fucktoy. You name it." He said incredulously. "You're everything." He stated.

Anissa felt disgusted at his reply. She didn't understand why his words or his claims hurt her when his actions had proven everything.

She felt tears prick her eyes and tried her best to control them. Why the hell did I ever ask that question when I already knew the answer?

No Ainnie. Quickly compose yourself! You mustn't show any weaknesses to him otherwise he would use them against you. She mentally screamed at herself.

Shehryaar clearly saw the look of hurt enter her hazel orbs. For a moment, he was confused as to why she was feeling hurt but then he realised that his words had effected her. And he smiled at that, a vicious cold smile.

"Words hurt don't they Tara?" He said.

"What?" She uttered.

"Yesterday, I didn't appreciate your words. I didn't like what you called me. So now you should also know whats it like. You called me a coward. And now know what you mean to me."

"Are you calling me a whore?" She almost shrieked, her anger spiking.

"You called me a coward." He countered.

"That's because you are." She hissed.

He smirked. "Then yes, you are a whore." He asserted.

Anissa felt like clawing his eyes out. she balled her hands into hard fists at her sides and clenched her teeth together. Her anger was skyrocketing now and before she knew it, her palm clashed with his hard cheek.

"I am not a whore!" She shouted in her high pitched voice. "Don't you dare disrespect me like that. I will not Ah!" She was stopped when his hand wrapped around her throat. Her hands went up and clawed at her hand.

She saw his eyes turn ice cold and deadly. Anissa noticed a change in color of his grey eyes: they turned Dark with the grey turning to a blazing teal. This was the first time she noticed this change. Was it the better lighting? The teal color rimmed around his dilated pupils.

She shivered as her heart slammed in her chest with fear and trepidation.

Slowly, he pulled her towards his face, they noses touching and breath intermingling.

"Unless you want me to ruin you, you will shut the fuck up this instant." He growled in a low voice. Anissa didn't respond but when he applied more pressure, cutting off her air supply, she began to choke and scream.

"Yes! Alright!"

Shehryaar's lips curled into a sneer as he released her and she fell to her the ground, coughing badly and rubbing her throat to ease the pain. She couldn't help but cry now. Her wails escaped and she didn't do anything to stop them as well as the tears. All her pain and inflictions tearing through her being.

"Fuck." Shehryaar swore under his breath. Crouching down to her level, he waited patiently for her sobs to stop. Anissa kept crying, her heart lurching at the pain and despair. Her life was so miserable.

"Get yourself together. We are leaving in ten minutes." Shehryaar ordered in a growl and left her to sob alone. After a few moments, she composed herself and stood up.

The stylist arrived and redid her makeup. All the while Anissa felt suffocated. She didn't understand why her life was so miserable and full of pain.

Her eyes fell on the diamond ring around her left ring finger. It was a disgusting reminder for her of her doomed fate.

Her heart wrenched and her tears wouldn't cease. I hate him! I hate him so much! She screamed in her head.

The stylist panicked when she saw Anissa cry again and tried to calm her down. Shehryaar came in with an irritated expression and grabbed her elbow roughly.

"Stop this fucking crying now!" He ordered, his voice loud. Anissa let out a whimper and cried more.

Shehryaar thought to beat her again but he knew it wouldn't make her sobs stop. At the moment he knew all violent and harsh methods would fail.

Shehryaar sighed and did what he thought was the only thing he could do: he pulled her into his arms and embraced her tightly.

Anissa was taken aback.

Her cries ceased and she stood rigid and stiff like a statue. She didn't see it coming.

How ironic was it? Her tormentor comforting her.

What? What is going on? She thought, her mind boggled.

She made no attempt to wound her arms around the very man who was making her suffer. But his embrace was warm. It wasn't comforting but it was welcoming.

He's hugging me? She thought in bewilderment. She couldn't believe what Shehryaar was doing. She forced herself not to read too much into the situation.

Her mind and heart had calmed down. The fear was replaced by confusion.

His hand rubbed her back in soothingly slow circles. Her tense muscles relaxed under his touch. Her heart felt like it was melting.

No! Stop it! He is not doing this out of kindness. He is incapable of kindness. She shouted in her head.

When Shehryaar noticed that she had stopped crying, he carefully sat her down on the chair.

"You better not cry again." He ordered, his tone held an edge to it and left. Anissa was too stunned to answer. The stylist got back to redoing her makeup and this time Anissa didn't cry. Not out of fear of the consequences but fear of Shehryaar treating her like that again.

She wasn't used to being treated like that by Shehryaar. Because if he started treating her like that, she would begin to read too much into it. For her, it was easier for her to hate him when he's treating her with harshness. If he started treating her with tenseness, she knew her poor good heart would waver and she would start to see him in a different light.

Her eyes caught her reflection, her hazel eyes getting locked in their own gaze. Her eyes were red and puffy. She saw how miserable she looked. And who was responsible for it?

That monster!

Maybe you are just overthinking things. This act shows that he's not completely lost. There is still hope for him. Her conscience butted in.

Anissa felt anger bubble in her on that.

Are you being serious? What the hell is wrong with you?

Me? Well I'm you. And nothing is wrong with you. There isn't anything wrong with you if you allow yourself to feel a little bit less bitter.

I don't care! He's done too much damage for me to not feel bitter. I hate him and I will never forgive him and I would appreciate it if you stop butting in my business.

It's not like you. You were never bitter Ainnie.

Yeah well, my current circumstances have made me bitter either way. So stay away! I do not need you to make me feel guilty about feeling bitter and resentful towards him.

Her inner battle raged. Eventually the logical part of her brain won against her cognitive part. And she felt better and in place with her situation when she felt that she could live with the bitterness.

There is no way that man has any hope of changing. He only embraced me yet I didn't feel comforted in the least. His brain must've told him to embrace me since he knew that hitting me or threatening me would result in making me cry again. He only did it to make me stop crying. There is no feeling or emotion behind it. Simple as that. She concluded and stared at herself in the mirror. The makeup did well to hide away her miserable expression.

She got up to wear her heels. She didn't feel comfortable wearing heals since she wasn't used to them.

Her eyes roamed in the cuff marks around her ankles. She recalled that the chains were gone from her feet when she had woken up in the morning.

When a man like that can treat me like an animal and chain me or keep me on a leash, then a simple embrace means nothing. He's completely hopeless. She thought venomously as she donned her heels and sat back down only to cringe from the stinging pain in her butt.

He's a mean heartless bastard who kidnapped me, forced me to marry him by deceiving my parents, hurt me, abuse me, drugged me and brought me out of the country and is making me fall apart. Hes taken me away from my family and my life. He's destroyed everything I held dear. He feeds on my fear and uses my weaknesses against me. He's attacking my personality and individuality. There is no way a psychopath like him can ever hope to change. He's mentally incompetent who only knows how to use the punishment system. He'll always hurt you. Only expect pain from him. Don't ever forget this Anissa. Always remember. She thought scornfully.

"Lets go." Shehryaar declared and came to get her. She silently got up. She didn't bother looking at him for fear of feeling something different if she did.

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A/N
Hi guys :) so far, it's amazing how the story is going here on wattpad :) so thank u for that and for the amazing support. You guys are simply amazing :*

It's amazing reading your thoughts on Shehryaar and Anissa. This is a very very different Mafia story; it doesn't have the usual bad boy type Mafia leader who grows soft only for the sake of a woman and fall In love and blah blah:( I was seriously tired of those types of stories and what's even more annoying is that they are always in Italian or Russian. I mean seriously, such stories are only stereotyping Italian and Russian cultures :(

This story is not only in my native culture of pakistan but it is also influenced by my religion of Islam alhamdulillah, thus setting a new trend in Mafia stories based on Muslim characters. The reason I made this story a dark romance is also because I read some Muslim Mafia stories and I couldn't help but feel that they have nothing related to Mafia in them :p I mean, it's all the same, in spiritual category and the same with the guy being powerful and arrogant and the girl being pious and wanting to change the guy and and blah blah blah. No offence to anyone on this it's just my opinion and it's just me telling you guys what inspired me to write this story. But what my point is, despite what Anissa's initial goals might've been, they're gonna quickly evaporate by the end of end of phase 1 and that's where the story will become really unique.

I don't know what you may think, but I seriously think that this Mafia story might just set the standard for others Lol. To me, I really think that this story has seriously added real meaning to the words 'mature' , 'explicit' , 'very disturbing' , I don't know the rest but these are the type of things that you read in the A/N or warning chapters of most Mafia stories. Again this is my opinion, no offence to anyone.

And as you might've noticed, things will just get bad for the rest of phase 1: so I'll like to make a request- please keep an open mind. This story and especially Shehryaar's character is based on my personal research in psychology and it is a subject that I shouldn't be studying (because I already have a sh*t load of thick medical books to cover Lol :p) but for the sake of this story I did :) so, I would like for you guys to keep an open mind, try to understand Anissa's analysis and her judgements because you know with us doctors, if it's a health related problem, our judgements are mostly medical judgements .

The reason I made this story so different and so so dark from the rest of the Mafia stories that I have ever read here on wattpad is solely for the purpose of correcting many terms that people misuse: 'psychopath' being one of them. I would like to tell you know, a psychopath isn't exactly an understood concept because it is so complex. I spent three months of independent research on it and that's how I developed Shehryaar's character. You see it's so interesting when you actually get to apply your medical concepts in fiction, that's just amazing. That's y, although it'll be a long time before it is revealed and the truth comes to light, but for now, bear with me and please keep an open mind. As a writer, I'm pretty neutral but as a reader, I know that it's very hard to be neutral so all that I can ask of you guys is that you keep an open mind :)