DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 12

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Unspoken Words.

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Mythili stood perfectly still, her gaze fixed on the apartment complex gates as the taillights of the majestic Bolero faded into the distance. She felt like she was in some sort of cosmic trance—her surroundings blurred, the sounds of the city muffled, her entire being centered on the lingering warmth on her forehead.

"Beta..." a middle-aged lady called out as she passed by with a grocery bag.

Mythili snapped out of her thoughts, blinking rapidly as she looked at the neighbor.

"What are you doing here, standing in the middle of the driveway looking at the gates?" the lady asked, curious.

"Nothing, Aunty. Just... catching my breath." Mythili replied quickly, her face heating up. She offered a small, awkward smile and hurried—well, limped—away as fast as her twisted ankle would allow.

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She opened the front door and stepped into the hall. The air inside was thick with tension. Sandhya and Sowmya were sitting on the edge of the sofa, their phones in their hands, looking like they were ready to call the police.

She cleared her throat to announce her presence. Both of them snapped their heads toward her and, like a synchronized explosion, started shouting.

"What is this, Mythu?! Where were you?" Sowmya shrieked, jumping up. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Where is your phone?"

"Do you know how tensed we were? We've been calling you for two hours! Why weren't you picking up?" Sandhya added, her voice high with anxiety.

In their frantic state, neither of them noticed her disheveled appearance. She just sighed, feeling the weight of the day finally catching up to her. She walked past them into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it in one long gulp. She came back and sat heavily on the sofa, stretching her injured leg out.

"Hey, wait......" Sowmya paused mid-rant, her eyes narrowing as she looked down. "What happened to your hand? And why are you walking like that? Mythu, you're bleeding!"

She looked at them, her expression calm despite the chaos of her evening. "Relax... just sit down and listen."

Slowly, she narrated the entire saga—the ice cream, the hit-and-run pedestrian, the broken scooty, and the unexpected rescue. When she reached the part about who dropped her home, the room went dead silent.

"What? DCP sir dropped you here?" Sandhya asked, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

She gave her a flat look. "In that whole dramatic story of me being injured and stranded... that is the only detail you caught?"

"Okay, leave that for a second," Sowmya said, moving closer to inspect Mythu's elbow. "Are you feeling okay now? Does it hurt a lot?"

She nodded. "He treated the wounds. I'm fine, really. Just a bit shaken."

"Okay... but where is your phone? Why didn't you answer?" Sowmya asked again, the 'mom' mode returning.

She pulled it out of her bag. "I was in the library, right? It was on silent mode. I forgot to turn the ringer back on when I left. I'm sorry."

"Next time, don't do this, Mythu." Sandhya said seriously, her eyes softening. "We were terrified. Even Uncle and Aunty called us three times. They are very worried."

She lowered her gaze, guilt pricking at her heart. "I'll call them back right now."

"No, first go and freshen up. You look like you rolled down a hill." Sowmya said, pushing her gently toward the bathroom. "Then we'll have dinner. I'll call Uncle and Aunty and tell them you just reached. I'll say you stayed extra late for the assignment and the library network was bad. Don't tell them about the accident or the injuries... they'll leave for Hyderabad tonight if they find out."