DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 8

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His Temple Girl...

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His eyes fell on her. Recognition sparked instantly, like a flame hitting dry wood.

"Again..." he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rumble in the quiet night air.

Mythili's heart didn't just skip a beat—it felt like it stopped entirely. Cold sweat broke out on her neck. 'Oh god, why is the DCP here? Out of all the check-posts in this massive city, why this one? Did he recognize me? What if he remembers my 'jail' threat? Please, Ganapayya, help me!' She was panicking internally, her mind chanting every prayer she knew at lightning speed.

(Ganapayya-- Lord Ganesha)

"DCP sir...?" Sowmya whispered to herself, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror.

"Unfortunately..." Mythu muttered back, her voice barely audible.

He walked closer, his boots clicking rhythmically against the road. He stopped a few feet away, his towering frame casting a long, intimidating shadow over the three of them.

"What are you girls doing here at this time?" he began, his voice dropping into a professional, stern register. "No helmet. No license. Triple riding. Midnight roaming." He listed their offenses like he was reading a charge sheet.

Mythili kept her head down, hiding behind the taller Sowmya. 'Wait... his tone is formal. Maybe he didn't recognize me! Yahoo! Ganapayya, neeku laddulu prasadham ga pedtha!' (Ganesha, I will offer you laddoos as a prasadam!)

Relief washed over her, and she did a tiny, invisible happy dance in her mind. While her friends were visibly trembling, Mythili's face finally began to lose its ghostly pale tint.

"Sorry, sir." Sowmya managed to stammer out.

He was momentarily baffled. He observed the trio: two were shaking in their boots, but the one in the back—the one who had been a 'tornado' at the temple—looked like she had just won the lottery. He watched as Mythili slowly tried to slip further behind her friends, trying to turn herself into an invisible shadow.

"Answer me. Where are you coming from?"

"Sir, we went to a movie... and while we were returning, my other scooter got a flat tire." Sandhya explained, her voice stuttering like a broken engine.

"And you thought triple riding was the solution? Don't you know it lands you in serious trouble?"

The girls nodded their heads in a frantic, synchronized motion. His gaze finally stopped on Mythili. It was the same girl. The same defiant spirit hidden under a layer of sudden, suspicious silence.

"Rules are for your safety, not for our convenience." he said. His voice wasn't harsh, but it carried the weight of a man who had seen too many accidents on these very roads.

"Sorry, sir. We always carry our papers, but unfortunately, we forgot them in our hurry today. Could you please allow us to go just this once?" Sowmya pleaded.

He saw his opening. He wasn't going to let the 'Temple Girl' vanish into the night again without learning more.

"Hey, you in the black dress." He said, his eyes locking onto Mythili. "Could you come forward?"

She froze. The fear returned tenfold. She didn't move an inch, her feet seemingly glued to the road. Sandhya, wanting to get this over with, gave her a slight nudge. She stumbled forward and stood before him, her head bowed low, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the border of her dupatta.