DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 16

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The Protector's Wrath.

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"Mythili...!" Ram's shout ripped through the silent night the moment her body went limp.

For a heartbeat, he stood paralyzed. He had come to this upscale neighborhood on a routine patrol related to the drug case, never expecting the darkness to hit so close to home. In an instant, a girl had crashed into him—broken, bleeding, and begging for her life.

When he looked down and saw her face, the shock hit him like a physical blow to the chest.

It was her. 

His eyes widened, frantically scanning her condition. The torn fabric of her dress, the jagged cut on her forehead, and the dark, angry bruises beginning to bloom on her fair skin. His heart skipped a beat, then began to hammer with a rhythmic, violent thud. For the first time in his professional life, his hands—hands that had held weapons and faced death—were visibly trembling.

"Mythili..." he whispered, his voice cracking like glass.

He tried to steady her, but she was a lifeless doll in his arms, her head lalling against his shoulder. Her legs were like water.

"Mythili... get up... open your eyes. Look at me, pitta (little bird)." he urged, his thumb gently stroking her cold cheek. "Mythili... eyy.. le raa." (Hey... get up.)

No response. Only the shallow, hitched rhythm of her breath.

Something inside him snapped. It wasn't just the professional fury of an officer seeing a crime; it was the primal, dangerous rage of a man seeing his world desecrated. His jaw clenched so tight the bone nearly protruded. He pulled her closer, his grip turning into an iron cage of protection.

"Who did this...?" he asked. The question wasn't meant for the air; it was a vow of vengeance.

"Sravan! Sravan... where are you? Bring the car—now!" he roared.

Sravan skidded around the corner, stopping dead at the sight of his superior officer kneeling on the gravel, cradling a girl as if she were the last thing left on Earth.

"Chandu... what happened? Who—?"

"Don't ask! Just bring the car! Quickly—we need a hospital!"

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Behind them, the sound of heavy, drunken footsteps echoed.

"Hey! She ran this way—don't let the bitch get far!"

The voices cut off abruptly the moment they rounded the corner and saw the tall, imposing figure of a man standing over the girl. Ram slowly turned.

The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating. Ram's eyes were no longer human; they were the eyes of a predator who had found the scent of blood. Cold. Lethal. Absolute.

One of the men, swaying on his feet and clutching a bottle, scoffed. "Who the hell are you, huh? Some hero? Leave the girl and get lost before we—"

He never got to finish the threat.

Ram moved with the speed of a lightning strike. A single, bone-shattering punch landed square on the man's jaw, sending him spiraling to the ground before he could even blink. The other three froze, their drunken fog momentarily clearing as they realized they weren't facing a student, but a monster.

He carefully laid Mythili against the stone wall, wrapping his own jacket around her. His touch was incredibly tender, a jarring contrast to the violence he was about to unleash.