DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 44

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Hidden Marks and Shifting Shadows.

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After composing herself, Mythili felt a wave of shyness wash over her. She quickly hid her face against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin grounding her.

"Bangaaram..."

"Hmm...?"

"Aren't we getting late now?" He asked softly, caressing her hair. As much as he loved teasing her, he didn't want to make her feel too overwhelmed.

She slowly pulled out of his arms, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact.

He looked at her lovingly. "Sit here. I'll go take a bath. Don't go downstairs yet—we'll go together. And meanwhile, can you pick out my outfit for the day? Will you?"

She nodded. He pecked her forehead and headed into the bathroom.

She stepped into his closet, looking around at the organized rows of clothes until she selected the perfect ensemble. She laid the dress out on the bed and sat silently on the couch, waiting. 

When he finally emerged, a towel was wrapped low around his waist, and droplets of water trailed down his muscles.

Yum...

She gulped. Seeing him like this made her mind race back to their moments just minutes ago—how his veiny hands had gripped her waist, how he had squeezed...

Chi, chi, Mythu! Stop thinking dirty thoughts!

She stared at her lap, playing with her fingers and trying to wrestle her imagination back into place. He noticed her nervous posture and smirked as he turned toward the bed. She had picked a crisp white kurta—matching her own white saree perfectly. He stepped back into the closet to get ready.

When he walked out, She found herself staring again, her mouth slightly agape. He leaned down and gently closed her mouth with his forefinger.

"Am I that handsome, little bird?" he asked with a smirk.

She nodded 'yes'... then 'no'... then 'yes' again. She was a flustered mess. Ram chuckled and patted her head.

"Shall we go now? We're getting late." she said, trying to change the subject.

"Just like this? Did you look at yourself in the mirror?" He asked, folding his arms.

She frowned, confused, and walked over to the dressing mirror. Her heart nearly stopped. Her hair was a mess, her saree was wrinkled and slightly misplaced, her lips were swollen, and her lipstick was smudged across her face.

Stupid Mythu!

She face-palmed, catching his reflection in the mirror. He was already watching her. He walked up behind her, nuzzling into her hair and inhaling her scent.

"A true nymph... mine to savor, mine to worship." he whispered.

Goosebumps erupted across her skin. She clutched her saree, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Go... before I do something more than this." he teased, pinching her bare waist.

She rushed into the washroom and locked the door. She looked at the blushing girl in the mirror, then slowly pulled her pallu aside. Her eyes widened. Her waist was covered in hickeys, and his teeth marks were clearly visible around her navel.

Devuda...(oh god..)

She needed to cover these immediately. She washed her face , she came out of bathroom and called out to him standing near the door. "DCP sir..."