DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 37

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Safe in His Arms.

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Mythili's tiredness vanished instantly, her eyes wide with shock. Did I hear him correctly? she wondered, her heart racing. 

She blinked and whispered, "Entiii?" (What?), praying she had misunderstood.

He hovered over her, his face inches from hers. "Remove it." he repeated.

"DCP sir?, What are you saying?"

 He sighed, "Mythili, the mirror work is disturbing my sleep. I haven't slept in days. Please understand, maa."

Devuda..enti iyana ila adugutunnaru. She thought, her mind racing.  (God... what is he asking?)

Since her blouse was padded, removing it meant she would have nothing on underneath—a terrifying thought. Vammooo

She turned bright red at his pleading. "Please... should I help you?" he asked.

Shocked, she squealed, "Chi!" and playfully hit his chest before hiding her face against him.  

"Meeku siggu ledhu." She mumbled.(You have no shame.)

Suddenly, he stood up and moved beside the bed. She wondered, What is he doing now? Before she could react, he lifted her into his arms.

"DCP sir, em chestunnaru meeru?" she squealed. (What are you doing?)

She panicked, thinking, Ayyoo... ayyoo...iyana nijangaane cheppinantha pani cheselaa unnare.

(is he actually going to do what he said?.)

He carried her into the closet and looked at her intensely. "As much as I appreciate the saree—and it was a treat for my eyes—it has to be removed for now." he said firmly.

Horrified, She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from his gaze. "DCP sir...?" she whispered, her heart racing.😂

He stepped toward her, caging her between his body and the clothes rack. Her heart was thumping wildly against her ribs.

Slowly, almost painfully so, he raised his hand. She gulped, watching his hand advance toward her saree pallu. 

As he reached her shoulder, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.

After a few moments of silence, the heat of his presence faded. She slowly opened her eyes to find him standing two steps away, an amused smirk playing on his lips. 

She frowned at him, a flicker of disappointment crossing her mind. Wait... am I actually disappointed? she thought, realizing the answer was a resounding yes.

She looked down at his outstretched hands, then back up at him in confusion.

"Take this, wear them, and come out. I'll be waiting outside." he said calmly.

He placed a bundle of his own clothes into her hands and walked out of the closet, leaving her standing there completely flabbergasted. 

She took a deep breath, her mind spinning. What just happened? she asked herself, wondering if she had completely misread the situation.

Did I just take his words in a totally different direction? Or is he a master at wordplay? Or—oh God—am I becoming just as naughty as my DCP? He's clearly a bad influence! My innocent brain is officially broken, and I'm blaming him entirely for these "colorful" thoughts.