Play In Darkness (Eng/END)

10. Speak Softly

Apart from carrying out a mission, Delisha went to India because she had a bond with her mother's homeland. Her mother, July Andrews, is a woman of Indian-British descent, orphaned who grew up in an orphanage in India. At the age of 10, her mother was recruited by Xin Corp to become an agent. Kimberly is a woman who killed her mother and also her savior, because of that she cannot have a grudge against Kimberly.

Two hours by car Delisha and Vijay arrived in City A. Their car entered the courtyard of the Khuda Jaane Orphanage. Her mother, July, was raised and buried at the orphanage. The mistress of the orphanage greeted her in the waiting room. The lady is wearing a white sari, with white hair in a bun and decorated with garlands. But to Delisha's eyes, she looked like an old Persian cat. Looks friendly and calm. Delisha was sure that this lady was very kind to her foster children.

Mrs. Persia took her to the orphanage funeral garden. The funeral is specifically for residents of the orphanage who have no relatives or who ask to be buried there. Delisa saw the figures of children and several women in white running around the cemetery. They are spirits and they look happy. Delisha wonders if her mother is among them. Mrs. Persia left her alone in front of a headstone that read July Andrews.

"Hi, Mom!" said Delisha at the headstone. She laid a wreath on her mother's tomb. The spirits who looked beautiful and sweet were sitting around the headstone and staring at her, wanting to hear the conversation.

"How are you? I hope you are well and happy there," Delisha said reluctantly. She did not know her mother very well and the memory of her was very little in her mind. She was somewhat disappointed that she did not meet her mother's spirit at the grave.

"I'm sure you are happy there. If not, you must still be a wanderer here, haunted," she said again, then laughed to herself. "That's good then. You don't hold grudges or anger at anyone. God knows best, He must have told you I live better than anyone else in this world. You must know that too, right? You saw me from up there."

"I love you, Mom!" Delisha said closing the meeting after she said a prayer for her mother. She took a moment to wipe her mother's gravestone and then turned away. The spirits watching were saddened to see her gone. They rarely get visitors. The presence of someone to pray at the grave will be very delighted for them.

Mrs. Persia invited her to chat and served black tea and biscuits in the library room. The lady also showed a documentary book for the children who had been cared for at the orphanage as well as files of aid funds from Xin Corp at the orphanage. Mrs. Persia left her alone so that she could read more freely.

Delisha scrutinized the document. There are records belonging to her mother though a little. Several names caught her eye. One of them is Imdad Hussain. There is only a photo of a boy aged 5 years in Imdad Hussain's file. However, the facial features in the photo resemble those of Imdad Hussain whom she had met.

Oh, my, she still remembers that man's face well! The shady brown eyes stared at her, the sharp nose and pointed jaw that grew a thin beard, making her want to feel the roughness of it with her fingers. Only God knows how hard she tried to hide her attraction to this man she had seen for the first time.

Delisha hurriedly closed the documentation book in her hand and hurried to leave the library. But at the doorway, she stopped because she saw the rain began to fall heavily.

"Ah, it's raining!" She exclaimed softly. The rain always made her feel gloomy. She remembers in her school days when she was often ostracized and ridiculed by people. In a state of sadness and distress, she hid her tears under the rain, wetting herself and joining in solitude.

Those days have passed! Delisha reminded herself. She is now an independent and well-established woman. Xin Corp values her for who she is and she has a mission in life now. Its mission is to carry out the duties of Xin Corp, whatever its form and whatever the consequences. Xin Corp trained her in martial arts and various other fighting abilities. She is now a strong and fearless woman.

The rain this time made her lazy. She turned back inside the library and picked up a thick book to read. She can rest a few hours before returning to ND City. Besides, Vijay, the driver, must be resting.

Delisha sat on a couch, leaned her shoulders against the arm of the sofa, and started reading a book on her lap. About 30 minutes she was lost in her reading when she heard the sound of the door opening.

Delisha probably never thought that a series of coincidences would happen in her life. She looked at the person who entered the library. She recognized the golden glow from that person's face. The figure she knew was named Imdad Hussain.

Seriously ?! Of all the places in this country and she met that man again here? Delisha may have cursed to herself, but didn't realize that she couldn't knock the man out of her sight. She froze with big brown eyes staring at Imdad Hussain without blinking, without even breathing.

Imdad used to be a foster child in that orphanage. He often comes to visit bringing various goods and food for the orphanage children. He spent half the day playing with them. When he was about to go home, it was raining heavily. He canceled his intention and chose to go to the library.

It seems that the universe is being kind to him. He met again with a strange woman who yesterday heeded him and this time, she looked at him in the same way. Full of admiration.

Imdad tilted his head and walked casually toward the woman. Her brown eyes were sparkling. Eyes are windows to the heart and from the way she looks at him, any man would think this woman was attracted to them, sexually.

"Looks like the rain brings us together again, Miss!" said Imdad, a meter in front of Delisha, and the woman was still stunned. Imdad rubbed his chin. "Does my face so handsome that you can't take your eyes off me, Miss?" Only this time he felt a big head. The woman invites his male desire.

"Indeed, you are very handsome ...." Delisha muttered. Imdad's face was now only an inch in front of her. Delisha could clearly see into his eyes. Eyes full of joy and affection.

"You know, Miss? If you keep looking at me like this, I might not be able to hold myself back from kissing you …." Imdad muttered while lowering his eyes into Delisha's ripe lips.

"Please ...!" Delisha said softly. Since she has never been kissed by anyone, a handsome man wants to kiss her, why not? Much better than being kissed by a horse or a frog.

There, the two lips touch, and one of them bites first, taking a gentle and thoughtful sip.

The large sofa, the shelves filled with dusty books, is a silent witness of two people who make love as if they were separated for a long time and meet only to let go of each other's longing.

One kiss was apparently not enough for both of them. Closed eyes. Their mouths opened only to catch their breath and then back at each other, longing with passion.

Delisha wants more. The lips of the man that were cold at first became warm and softened in her mouth. The book on her lap fell and her hands wrapped around the man's neck and embraced in his arms.

Imdad is already drawn-out. Her lips were soft, wet, and cold, tasted like fresh wine and he sipped the juice. Imdad's slender body bent following the woman's arms and he confines her subtle body on the sofa. His hands trace her shoulders to her hips, slowly.

This is embarrassing, Delisha thought, surprised that she still remembered being embarrassed. Ah never mind! Afterall she will leave and they will never see each other again. Let this be a fun enhancer on this trip.

Are all travelers like this? Thought Imdad. They don't mind kissing strangers? This is an opportunity that shouldn't be wasted! Maybe they were meant to be together. Who knows?

One of Imdad's knees slid between Delisha's long legs wearing a short skirt. The cold air due to the rain could no longer be felt because their bodies were circulating the heat. The sound of the cloth rubbing and the li.ck.ing of the tongue along with a heavy sigh.

It is too good to be true. The hot kiss, deep and long, made something inside her body aroused and ignited curiosity. "What are you?" whispered Delisha.

Is that a question? Imdad could not answer. His lips cupped the woman who invited him again. It's weird, reckless, and spontaneous. But it was intoxicating at the same time and he didn't want to stop.

Delisha could hear the sound of her own breathing and heartbeat through the rain, along with the chasing breath of the man who was now above her, leaning her to the bottom of the sofa, making their position more comfortable. Warm scented man that tasted delicious. His lips taste a mixture of several fragrant spices.

"Hmm?" Imdad's muttered voice seemed to be asking if he could move from the lips to the crook of the woman's neck.

His rough jaw brushed against the skin of Delisha's neck and the warm breath sent subtle vibrations across the surface of her skin. "Oh ...." The roughness of the man's jaw skin made Delisha's body tingle, her eyelids dimmed and she let out a soft sigh of "Ah ...."

Imdad lifted his face slightly only to see the small indentation on the woman's cheek which formed when she smiled. Very sweet. His eyes were half-closed so he could feel the solemn taste and aroma of the woman. His lips traced her neck and felt the pulse of her blood flow, fast and warm. His hands moved along the skin of her thighs and continued up between her skirt. Whether he realized it or not, he was simply following primitive instincts. He needs to touch her more.

A hard bulge was pressed between their stomachs. Part of reason tries to fight lu.st. "Miss ...," Imdad said quietly, "you won't sue me for harassment, are you?"

Delisha gasped and her eyes opened wide upon hearing that.

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