DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 6

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A Thought That Stayed.

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The morning incident kept replaying in her mind. Again. And again. It was like a broken record that refused to stop, looping that one moment where she had pointed her finger at the most powerful man in the city's police force.

Mythili walked into the college silently, her usual cheerful greeting replaced by a distant, pensive look. She went and sat on her bench beside her friends—quietly. She didn't feel like talking; she felt like disappearing.

Her friends, Sandhya and Sowmya, exchanged a look. They had been observing her since she stepped through the gate. She was usually the life of their group, but today, she was a ghost.

The lecture started. The professor was explaining a complex topic, his voice droning on, but Mythu wasn't listening. Her mind was miles away, back at the temple steps.

'Are you even a human?' 'I'll send you to jail...'

"Chi... Mythu... entha pani chesav," she muttered under her breath, resting her forehead in her palms.

("Chi... Mythu... what have you done.")

Her friends watched her, bewildered. Mythili—the topper, the focused one—not concentrating in class? That was the 8th wonder of the world.

Sandhya leaned closer and whispered, "What happened to you? Are you sick?"

"Nothing." Mythili replied quickly, pulling her notebook closer.

Sowmya narrowed her eyes, leaning in from the other side. "No. Pakka something happened. Your face is telling a whole story, and we aren't invited."

The two of them shared a suspicious nod. They decided to wait until the lectures were over—there was no escaping the "Friendship CID" today.

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The lectures finally ended. Lunch break began, but before Mythili could even think about escaping to the library, they caged her at their usual table.

"Now, tell."

"Yes. Full story. No skipping details." Sandhya added, crossing her arms.

Mythu sighed, realizing she was cornered. "Okay... but don't laugh. Promise me you won't laugh."

They nodded seriously, their faces masks of gravity. But inside? They were definitely ready to burst.

She told them everything. From the peaceful birthday prayers at the temple... to the savage beating... the mask... the shouting... and finally, the big reveal.

The DCP.

For a second—total silence.

"WHATTTT?" both screamed in unison. Some students at the next table jumped and turned toward them.

The girls leaned in so close their foreheads almost touched. "You shouted at the DCP?" Sowmya whispered, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and thrill.

"And told him you'll send him to jail? To his own jail?" Sandhya added, her shoulders starting to shake as she tried to suppress a laugh.

Mythili covered her face with her dupatta. "Please... stop... I want to go into a coma until I graduate."

But our Sowmya... she was just being Sowmya annamaata (as they say). She squealed with delight.

"Wah! Hero level entry, heroine misunderstanding, first-hand embarrassment, and a smooth escape... asalu picture perfect movie scene idi!" she continued, practically vibrating. "Finally, you met our Bava gaaru!"