Play In Darkness (Eng/END)

23. Lesson

"Raj!" exclaimed Rani cheerfully, almost jumping out of her dining chair seeing the appearance of Imdad. Like the previous mornings, they had breakfast in the dining room. Rani sat across from Delisha, while Auntie was busy in the kitchen part which is one with the dining room. Imdad came into the dining room, stepping elegantly in a dark suit shirt and vest. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thickly muscular arms and masculine hair. Delisha bit her lower lip looking at it as if she could feel how the hand touched her body the first time.

"My oh, my!" Even a ghost like Maya exclaimed in amazement at the sight of the man. Maya's ghost was standing behind Delisha. "Who is this man? His aura looks different from ordinary men," she said. Delisha chuckled in response to the ghost.

Imdad sat beside Rani and stroked the top of the child's head, then turned to Auntie. "Auntie, my coffee!" he exclaimed, then chatted with Rani about her school. It was obvious to Delisha that he was avoiding her. After the conversation at the condo last night, Imdad didn't speak a word to her.

"I don't think the owner of this house turns out to be a young man, very handsome, and not just anyone. Is he a CEO? His face looks familiar," Maya muttered close to Delisha's ear. Her voice was almost sighing. "So, is there something between you two? Hmm, you don't mind if I mess with him?"

"Cough!" Delisha choked on the food in her mouth. She was about to scold Maya. She hurriedly drank some water. Imdad and Rani glanced at her, then continued talking.

"Here's your coffee, Raj!" exclaimed Auntie, placing a cup of black coffee in front of Imdad. The man took a sip of coffee first and then ate the parata bread and curry sauce Auntie had provided. He ate heartily and avoided looking at the young woman in front of him.

Feeling neglected, Delisha sped up her meal and then left the table first. She is carrying her bag and plans to go alone to the Xin India office.

Imdad glanced as the woman stepped from him. Seeing the woman wearing a mini skirt and a minimal top covered in a blazer, Imdad felt embarrassed. The woman had worn the clothes several times and she felt uneasy.

"Marianne-ji!" call Imdad. The woman stopped walking and turned to him. "Come with me!" he said as he got up leaving the dining table, then grabbed the woman's elbow. Delisha felt that the man was dragging her because he was going too fast. Imdad pulled her to the garage and opened the car door. "Get in!" he said coldly, sending Delisha into the passenger seat at the front.

"Why? For what? I can go by myself," Delisha said nervously but trying to be arrogant. She didn't expect Imdad to greet her after thinking he would act anti-speech.

"I wouldn't let you wander around like that, much less be in the office."

Delisha stretched out her arms and examined the clothes she wore down to the ends of her feet with 7-inch heels. "Why? There's nothing wrong with my clothes," she said innocently. It feels like her appearance is still quite polite.

"The clothes are too minimal," said Imdad, half annoyed.

Delisha looked at the man with a frowned forehead. "What the hell? Mister Imdad, who gave you the right to adjust my appearance?"

"Me. Myself!" Imdad said, leaning his face over Delisha's, making her face flush red.

Delisha frowned, worried that the man might bite her. "Wh-wh-why do I have to obey you?"

"Because you're my personal assistant. Did you forget?"

Delisha was speechless. The man lifted his chin proudly. "You have a lot to learn, Marrianne-ji," he said again. "One thing for sure, you have to know who is in charge here."

Delisha was flabbergasted. She swears, she'll tell this man to the big boss of Central Xin. However, would Mister Xin respond to something trivial like this?

"Now, come in!" Imdad snapped a little. He was still holding the car door, while Delisha debated whether she should beat this man or not.

Seeing the woman did not move, Imdad finally said, "Did you go in by yourself or must I do it?"

"No one can force me ... kyaaah !!" Delisha's body was lifted and put on the car seat and the door beside her was shut tightly. Not long after, the man also got into the car and sat beside her.

Delisha wanted to say something but Imdad preceded her. "If you protest again I'll do even bad things to you!"

Bad in the sense that Delisha couldn't even think about it anymore. She was suffocated, finally sat quietly and her mouth shut tight, allowing the man to lead her to a building bearing a boutique label with glass doors and a window displaying typical Indian women's clothing. Only her eyes widened, in her heart, she cheered, oh, like those romantic stories! Crazy, her wildest dreams have come true. Having make-over by a man.

Without further ado, Imdad dragged her into the boutique. The shop lady greeted them warmly and accompanied Imdad in choosing clothes, while Delisha was fascinated by the variety of clothes the boutique provided.

There are all kinds of Indian women's clothing and all of them make a woman look elegant and charming.

Imdad took several colors of the robe and shawl and put it in Delisha's hand. The woman just stared with her big eyes so he had to push her into the locker room.

Delisha was, of course, confused. She was frozen in the dressing room measuring 1 x 1 meter equipped with a hanging rack to put luggage. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as tall as her body, then stared at the clothes in her hands. Should she buy this many clothes? The price is not cheap, even though she has debit and credit cards with large limits, still, wasting like this doesn't feel right. After all, it's the company's money, not personal property. She never bought her own clothes. Everything was arranged by her assistant at home or Xandreena, her childhood friend, also her father's lover.

Delisha gasped when she saw in the mirror a golden glowing male figure appeared behind her. Imdad Hussain walked into the dressing room and the man's eyes were dim, looking back at her through the reflection of the mirror. The door to the locker room behind Imdad was shut tight and a click was heard.

"As I thought," Imdad said in a deep, low voice. "You're even confused about deciding which one to wear."

Delisha remained in her position with her back to Imdad and only turned to the side, reluctant to see the man's reflection in the mirror. "You chose too many clothes, it makes me confused." Delisha defended herself.

Imdad pressed his body against Delisha's back. "Then ...," he muttered close to Delisha's ear, "... I'll help."

Delisha felt the man's breath brush against the edges of her ears, without a touch, her body was already shaking softly and her face was warm. Oh, no, she had to endure this man's charm. "I can do it myself," Delisha said hoarsely.

"I insist!" Imdad said quickly. The man's hands are already on her shoulders and lowering the shoulders of the blazer, the tips of his fingers touch her skin. When the blazer was thrown away, Delisha saw in the mirror the man brushed her hair aside and lowered his head to bury his face in the nape of her neck. Firmly kissed the skin there.

"Imdad ...," sighed the woman said his name. Should I explain? thought Imdad. I really wanted to touch her since last night. s**t, she's so charming. She's so pure and waiting for me to colors it.

"Mr. Imdad ...," she sighed nervously, "T-this is a public place ... what if there are people ...."

"Shhh!" the man hissed. "As long as you don't make a sound, no one will know." The shopkeeper went into the booth to pack the things he had bought. Besides, it was still early in the day, there were rarely buyers.

"B-but ... hummph…." Imdad turned Delisha over and covered her mouth with his lips, pressing her body so that it leaned against the mirror. His jaw tightened into locking their kiss. Delisha couldn't protest anymore. Her eyes were closed and she unconsciously let out a soft moan as the man stuck his tongue and stroked her oral cavity.

Imdad's hand went back down Delisha's shoulder and lowered the strap of her mini top. The man's hands were so adept at opening her skirt and now all the clothes she had worn were on the soles of her feet, leaving pink underwear covering her most private areas. Imdad breaks the kiss and sees that woman's unwilling gaze. Imdad's forefinger pointed at her bra. "This one, also my choice," said the man with a hoarse sigh. He whispered in Delisha's ear. "Everything you wear must be with my consent."

Strange, Delisha felt strange hearing what he said. What has this man done to her? Dominate? Mastered? She leaned back in the mirror, glowering at the man. "That doesn't make sense," she muttered to herself, shaking her head.

"Everything makes sense if I make the orders," said Imdad casually. Delisha could no longer protest at his words. Imdad crushed her lips roughly then suddenly let go of his kiss, leaving Delisha feeling left out in the middle of the road.

The man took a pink suit. For him, pink makes women look feminine and sweet. "Put this on!" he said as he tucked the suit into Delisha's hand then came out of the dressing room leaving Delisha who was blushed all over her body.

The shop assistant was surprised to see a man coming out of the locker room. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was wide open, but with the man's sharp gaze, she didn't dare make a sound, instead her face flushed with embarrassment.

Imdad sits on the sofa with a serious face not to be disturbed, his legs crossed and he opens the Indian daily newspaper as if reading it. Silently, he relaxed his tense body. Finally, he was able to kiss the woman.

Previously he didn't want to talk to Marianne, to teach her a lesson. But thinking that she would kiss a stranger so easily, he was worried. Similar to a domestic animal, if it is often neglected, it will look for other masters who care more about it. Imdad cursed himself. Jeez, now he was worried that she might turn away from him.

Delisha took a deep breath. She wore trousers with wrinkles at the ankles and a yellow robe top. A matching scarf draped over her shoulders. She came out of the dressing room, looking polite and shy. As much as possible she would try to fight the man.

Imdad gave a quick glance and then stood towards the cashier to pay and receive a few bags of groceries. "This will be deducted from your pay, Miss Marianne!" he said, forcing all the bags of groceries into Delisha's hands, leaving the woman flabbergasted.

"What? Aren't you the one ..."

Imdad leaned his face over her nose. "Because you don't wear what I choose, so why do I pay for it?" he said expressionlessly, then walked out of the boutique.

The shop assistant saluted and thanked him. Meanwhile, Delisha was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Aah, you bastard!" she shouted while pointing her hands full of groceries at Imdad who was outside the shop. She stepped outside irritably. Again, Imdad beat her. I will make you, I swear, I will make you repay!! Delisha shrieked silently, while in reality, she was biting her lip so as not to speak. Worried that something from her mouth would add to the man's lesson.

While in the car Imdad approached her again. The man's hand reached the back of her head and smoothed the hair on the nape of her neck, making Delisha's heart flutter. "Don't lift your hair for a while," the man warned. "Just so you know, I made a mark here."

"Ah!" Delisha scowled and covered her face with her scarf. The man even chuckled with amusement. Imdad grabbed the shawl as if opening the veil between them. He wrapped the thin cloth around Delisha's head and stared into her round eyes. "When the time comes," he said softly, "I'll make a mark on your forehead and part of your hair." Then he kissed the woman's forehead.

The mark on the forehead and on the part of the hair means the woman is married. Delisha's body melted. This guy can always make her soar also knock her down.

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Brukk !!

Aftab's body was thrown and hit a pillar then fell face down on the floor. "Cough! Cough !!" the man coughed and fresh blood came out of his mouth. His face was bruised and one eye was swollen from a punch. "Ha-have mercy, boss!" whined Aftab.

Devdas growled while clenching his hands. A roaring breath escaped his nostrils. He was angry with Aftab's failure to kill Imdad Hussain. Several of his subordinates who were standing at the edge of the room were tense too, worried that they would be affected by their boss's anger.

Devdas came to Aftab who was still facedown on the floor and then kicked the man in the stomach many times without caring how much blood had splattered on the floor and soiled his shoes. Aftab's body twitched, the man's eyes turned upside down and his mouth gasped for air.

"Tch!" Devdas spits on Aftab's body. He stood for a moment watching Aftab's body dying.

He reached into the pocket in his suit then took out a crystal bottle the size of his grip. He opened the lid of the bottle and a pinch of black smoke flew out of the mouth of the bottle and into Aftab's nostrils. For an instant Aftab's body stopped convulsing and fell silent, his eyes closed limply then blinked open and sparkling fresh.

Aftab got up and sat on the floor, wiping the remaining blood on the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand. He grimaced a little in pain while holding his stomach. Ah, the boss, has been made me dead, now brought back to life, he complained to himself.

Devdas keeps the crystal bottle in his pocket. He stood straight in front of Aftab and looked scornfully at his subordinate. "If you can't kill Imdad, take Marianne Webster from him, somehow, I want that woman alive!" he said through grumpy teeth. "This is your last chance. If you fail, I will not make you die, but I will keep you alive but with pain that will make you beg me to take your life. Remember that!!"

Devdas turned and walked wide leaving Aftab, accompanied by Sanjay, his personal assistant. Meanwhile, two of Aftab's men helped the man to his feet. Aftab spat bloody saliva on the floor and glared at Devdas leaving. Tsk, in the end, it's all about women too! thought Aftab.