🎶. Play Dirty

//TW// Sexual Assault.

Rehan took a slow sip of his drink, staring in the distance at the flawless dark sky. There was no star in the sight, no moonlight shining, just plain dark sheet encompassing the night. He glanced back over his shoulder at the party happening inside the house, sighing because he felt so out of the place. He should have stayed back home, probably read some book, and just bask in the silence. There's already so much chaos happening inside him, the least he could do is not physically experience it anymore.

It was atrocious the way these people celebrated the night. He has seen people enjoying Halloween, but this, all reminded him of the time he would have to mould himself into one of them just to finish off his job as Valerius. The people there were as fake as him, he felt nothing different towards these people tonight.

He wanted an escape from his thoughts plaguing him, of the voices demanding an end to this pathetic game, of the people waiting for him to play the final part and end this for once and all.

However, this is not what he had signed up for. Feels like he dipped his foot in another puddle in desperation to get out of the previous one. He should have made Matteo come along. At least he wouldn't have suffered alone. But the man had things to do, things that he is not allowed to do as Rehan Malik. He can't risk getting caught, the entire Raichand family has the eyes of a hawk. One mistake and it will all go down. The senior Raichand already has trust issues with him.

"Mr. Malik?" A feminine voice broke the chain of his thoughts.

Rehan turned his head, looking up at the young girl dressed as a witch.

Hailey Quinn.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't think you would come. Are you enjoying the party, sir?" She asked with a chirp, occupying the space beside him on the bench.

Rehan shifted further away and nodded reluctantly.

Hailey noticed and smiled tightly. "Uhm, sir, I need your help in something."

Rehan cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink, nodding for her to continue. "Help for what?"

"It's only a few months before the graduation, and the art college I want to apply for has already started taking applications. I've prepared the statement of purpose and would be grateful if you could look over it. The art school emphasizes a lot on maths as well, so Principal Collin asked me to take your suggestion on the Statement of purpose and if you could, then maybe provide a letter of recommendation too. It'll help me a lot to win a spot at the college." She explained excitedly.

"Sure, mail it to me tonight. I'll go through it tomorrow."

Her smile faltered. "Actually, the admissions closes tomorrow afternoon. How about you go through it now? Please, sir." She requested.

"Now?" He looked at her, a frown covering his handsome features.

Hailey shook herself out of the trance and nodded eagerly. "Please, sir. Getting a spot for myself in one of the art colleges in France has been my dream since forever. And this college tops that list. Please, sir." She begged.

"Alright," he said, feeling a buzz throughout his body. He rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of the beginning of the headache. "Bring your laptop,"

"Here?" Hailey questioned. "How about we go to my study? We'll have more privacy there?"

Rehan shook his head. "No, if anyone saw, they'll interpret it in a wrong way." He denied.

"Uhm, I can ask my parents for permission? I'm sure they won't mind. In fact, they were the ones who asked me to take your help tonight," she persisted.

Rehan sighed in defeat and nodded. Anything to get away from this blasting noise. His headache was worsening with the time.

He got up, clutching his throbbing head and following his student inside. She stopped beside her mother and tapped on her shoulder.

"Mom," Hailey called out repeatedly over the loud music, trying to get her mother's attention.

"What, Hailey!?" Mrs. Quinn snapped. "Can't you see I'm talking to Mrs. Stanford?"

"Mom, I need to show Mr. Malik the statement of purpose I prepared. The laptop is in my room on charging, can I take him there?"

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't disturb me." The woman dismissed her with a wave of her hand.

For the first time, Hailey was pleased with her mother's lack of attention towards her. She quickly turned around and guided her teacher upstairs, talking animatedly about her art school in France. She opened the door and walked in, stepping aside to let him inside as well.

Just as she went to close the door, Rehan pulled it open. "Don't close. Keep it open." He whispered, clenching his hand in a fist as his vision blurred for a fleeting second.

"O-Okay," Hailey let go of the door reluctantly. "Please have a seat, I'll get my laptop." She said and motioned towards her bed.

Rehan sat down on the wooden chair instead.

She sighed and walked up to her study table. The two waited in silence as her laptop turned on and booted up.

"Can you turn the AC on? Or maybe open the windows. It's suffocating here." Rehan sighed and leaned back, a sheen coat of sweat shining on his tan skin.

"Ye-Yeah," Hailey stammered and leaned over her study table, pushing the windows open.

"Be quick. I need to leave," Rehan said hoarsely, brushing his thick fingers through the sweaty hair and releasing a loud sigh. Resting his elbow on the arm of the chair, he cupped his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment, his knees spreading apart in a more relaxed position.

Hailey breathed out audibly and blinked multiple times, peeling her eyes off his dominant frame and fixing it on her glowing laptop screen. She quickly opened the word file and grabbed the laptop off the table, erasing the distance between them with small steps.

Rehan forced himself to sit straight when his student came over with her MacBook and grabbed the glowing device, putting it on his lap. He scrolled all the way down, groaning internally when he saw it was two and a half-page and then scrolled back up to read it. Halfway through the document, Rehan felt his head get heavy and his body went limp. The words before him jumbled up, forming an incoherent mess. He shook his head, hissing when the throbbing intensified.

"I'm- I'm not feeling well. I think I need to go." He said and pushed the laptop off of his lap, mumbling an apology when he saw his student react out of reflex and catch the sliding device. She put it back on her table and turned, watching as her teacher struggle to stand up.

"Fuck," he gritted out.

Hailey gulped. God this man even swears sexily.

She glanced at the open door and made an impulsive decision, striding over to it and slamming it close. Turning around, she plastered herself against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on her half-conscious teacher.

This is what she had wanted. Him. And he was here. Right in front of her. In flesh and bones. She never thought luck would ever be on her side. With parents that neglected her all her life and school's popular boy only using her as his booty call, she never thought she could be something more to someone. But Mr. Malik was different. He treated her gently. Gave her enough attention. Was always ready to help her. There was never a time when she had knocked on his office door asking for help and he ever turned her away. In these four months, he had met her eyes enough to make her feel special. She was special. She was something to him. Not just a problematic child or a fuck-buddy, but a human.

With determination as her driving force, she walked towards him and crouched in front of his bent figure. "Sir?" Her hand rested tentatively on his shoulder and she felt a shiver run through her body when he cupped the back of her palm with his larger one. However, the pleasure lasted for merely a second because he pushed her hand off, his breathing coming out in pants.

Hailey just got more determined. Cupping his face, she stood up and raised his face to meet his eyes. His long eyelashes fluttered against the high cheekbones, his beautiful face appearing flush, enchanting grey eyes hooded and dark.

"Do-Don't touch me," he grabbed her thin wrist weakly, swatting it off his face.

Hailey flinched, looking down at her hand that was a second ago cupping his beautiful face. She looked back at him, in an entrance with the man's body. He was like art and good lord it took everything from her to not strip him bare and admire him for all that he was worth it. He was such an enigma, a comfortable cocoon of safety that reeked thickly of danger. He could just simply stand by the side of haunted ruins and make it appear heaven.

"I think you need rest," she whispered and leaned down, cupping the back of his neck and holding up his limp head.

His eyes fluttered in discomfort, plump lips parting to seek something wet, parched throat in need of some moisture.

"Come on," she made him stand, despite his weak resistance, and led him towards her princess-style bed, lowering him on the soft sheets.

Rehan groaned, arching his back in pain, his fingers clutching his hair to stop the internal throbbing somehow.

She found his pain beautiful, his action lewd, the frown on his face erotic. She knows art. The countless paintings in the basement were proof of it. And this man right here, he was a masterpiece. She couldn't wait to study him, like the true artist that she was.

Her hand rose to grab the hanging rope and she pulled it down, releasing the lace white drapings from the knot and hiding him from the rest of the world.

She climbed up on the bed beside him, her hands shaking as she approached him and placed them on his shoulder. "You need fresh air. You must feel suffocated. Let me help you," she whispered, her voice wavering out of excitement and nervousness, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

Rehan willed himself to react, to show he didn't want this. Grabbing her hand, he pinned her with his glare and gritted out, "Stop." Black dotted his vision and he tsked, grunting in pain. His body captive to the invisible bottom sucking him in.

Hailey felt her heart skip a beat, her skin tingling where he grabbed her. Gently wrapping her free hand around his forearm, she raised it gently and placed a soft kiss on his wrist, her lips feeling the burn of his skin, the pulse of his nerves.

Rehan tried to roll away in disgust but his body didn't help. "Stop," he whispered. "Don't, please." He begged breathlessly. "I don't want this,"

"You do," she stated. "I know you do," cupping his face, she leaned in slightly. "I know you're resisting because I'm your student. But fuck with the rules. I know you want me as much as I want you. I've seen you glance at me multiple times in class, smile in hallways whenever we crossed paths, I know you like me too. You don't have to lie here. It's just us. Do hell with school's code of conduct, it'll not stop us from being together. I like you, Rehan. I like you so much," she confessed breathlessly and pressed her lips against his open mouth.

Rehan grimaced, clenching his eyes shut as he struggled to push her off his body.

Noticing the struggle of his legs, Hailey straddled him, still forcing her lips against his, sucking on them roughly.

Rehan sucked in a sharp breath when she began to kiss her way down his neck. "Stop, please!" He almost broke out in sobs. "I- I don't want this. I don't want you. I- I have a girlfriend."

Hailey froze. "What?" She sat straight and glared down at him.

Rehan forced his eyes open and the young girl in front of him switched places with his Siya. He sighed in relief. "Fina- Finally," he whispered. His hand rested gently on her knee and he smiled shakily.

Hailey shivered in pleasure just by his simple touch. "You want this, right?"

Rehan blinked when Siya faded away and Hailey's eager moss green eyes stared down at him with lust.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the fuck is happening with me!?

He panicked when she began to undo his belt. With a strength he didn't realise he was capable of in such a state, he flipped them over and wrapped his hand around her throat, choking her with all his might. "No. I- I said NO!" He growled, seething in anger, consumed completely by it. She clutched at his hand, struggling to breathe, her hands flailing around and accidentally pressing on the switch of the lights by the headboard.

The lack of light instilled a new fear in him and he got off her, stumbling down the bed and crashing into the heels she had discarded nearby. He yelped, grabbing his head and groaning when he felt his body spin.

He pushed himself on his feet with all his might and stumbled forward, almost crying out in panic when he felt tiny hands seize the front of his ruffled shirt. "Stop, for god's sake! Let me go!" He gritted out, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes at the helpless state he was stuck in. He can't stay. He has to get out. He is not going to get raped for fucks sake!

"Stop fighting. I know you want this. You want me. No one's going to know. We'll keep this a secret until I graduate." She spoke hurriedly and he couldn't even fathom the bullshit she was blurting out of her delusional ass.

Rehan sighed in defeat when she managed to get rid of his blazer and then unbuttoned his shirt halfway. He was going to get raped tonight. And he can't do anything about it. He was a Mafia god damnit! How did he end up in such a situation? Why did he let his guard down!? If his world was filled with sinners, the outside world was no saint either. He should have been alert, he should have been prepared. He was going to get raped and it was his fault. There was no one else to blame but him.

"What the fuck!?"

His eyesight was suddenly blinded by white light and the lightweight body was thrown off him.

Rehan stumbled back, colliding against the study table. Somebody held him by shoulders before he could crumble to his knees and he was glad.

"You fucking bitch. How fucking dare you?" Ivaan growled, slapping Hailey so hard she collapsed on the bed. He glanced at his half-conscious, drugged teacher, and felt himself fill with guilt. It was because of him. Had he known Hailey would fall so low and spike his drink, he would have never accepted it from her. He was so fucking distracted because of Ibrahim that he forgot one of the most important rules of the parties.

Looking down at the girl curled up on the bed, he leaned down and grabbed her by the roots of her hair.

Hailey cried out in pain.

"You're going to pay for the disgusting stunt you pulled. Just wait until I tell my sister about this." With that, he slammed her head back onto the bed and stepped away in disgust.

"Tyler, get the car ready." He ordered. Turning around, he saw Rehan's head gently laid on Ibrahim's shoulder and the two boys made awkward eye contact. "We need to get him to the hospital. God knows what the drug was." He said and Ibrahim nodded.

"Let's go," the blue-eyed boy added softly.

🥀

Play: cold/mess (Prateek Kuhad)

Rehan woke up to the unfamiliar pale blue ceiling. He frowned but the continuous beeping sound clarified it was a hospital room.

"You're awake," a voice perked up with attention at his conscious state.

Rehan looked to his right, meeting the bright blue eyes.

Ibrahim Aydin.

"Wait, lemme go and call the doctor." He stood up hurriedly and left the room before his teacher could even open his mouth.

Rehan sighed in defeat.

Soon the door to the room was pushed open and his girlfriend's youngest sibling walked in, along with their mother.

Rehan placed his palms flat on the bed and attempted to sit straight. Ivaan was quick to come by his side and help him up. "Thanks,"

The young boy nodded, his head hanging low.

"How are you feeling now?" Jahanvi inquired.

"I'm fine," Rehan nodded slowly.

The doctor walked in catching everyone's attention. He introduced himself as George and got down to his duties, asking Rehan how he feels and stuff like that. Rehan answered softly, his small voice perceived with a positive response and a patient smile. George then declared that it was okay for him to go home but instructed Rehan to keep himself hydrated and drink liquids often, eat something light, preferably porridge or chicken noodle soup and take a lot of rest.

"I'll start the discharge process." George smiled down at him.

"That'll be nice. Thank you." Rehan nodded gratefully and the doctor smiled before exiting the room.

"The cops need your statement. But don't worry about it now, we'll go to the station tomorrow." Jahanvi said capturing his gaze.

"Cops?"

"Yeah, they've arrested Hailey Quinn. Thank God she turned eighteen last month, makes everything so much easier." Jahanvi replied distractedly, her attention on her phone.

"She is still in high school," Rehan mumbled.

That caught the woman's attention. "So?"

"So?" Rehan whispered in disbelief. "Her entire future will be ruined. Her dreams, she wants to get into some art college-"

"Rehan, Rehan, Rehan," Jahanvi called out calmly, an empty smile on her face as she moved closer to him. "Hailey Quinn, the girl you claim to have dreams and future aspirations, tried to rape you. You understand the seriousness of the situation, right? It was not a simple offense, but a full-fledged crime. And she is going to get punished for it. Dreams or not, she can't ruin someone's life and get away with it just because she is young. She is old enough to differentiate between right and wrong, to understand what she was doing was a crime, and that you did not consent to it. Alright?"

Rehan blinked. "She seems to have some psychological issues. If anything, she needs help. She sounded delusional, speaking about the world and memories that from her perspective were real. We should-"

"Rehan, stop," Jahanvi gritted out. "The court will decide that. My duty is to get you justice and send her behind the bars. The rest of anything, I don't care."

"You don't have to. I'm the victim, I've right-"

"Siya has hired me as your lawyer. I'm doing what my profession requires. If you don't want me to go through with it, speak to her. My fee comes from her bank account. But I suggest you not to interfere and