DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 47

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The Echo Of a Broken Vow.

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6 months.............later;

Six months had bled into one another, leaving Ram a hollow shell of his former self. His room was a tomb of shadows, smelling of stale cigars and cheap liquor. 

The once-sharp DCP had traded his authority for a rugged beard and bloodshot eyes. He looked at Mythili's photograph with a raw, agonizing love.

He is missing her badly.

He had become a ghost in his own life—silent, rigid, and prone to the same aggressive edges that defined his past. He only spoke to Sravan, and even then, only to discuss the grim realities of work.

**ring...ring...

He glanced at the caller ID and took a slow, bitter sip of his drink before sliding the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Chandu..." Sravan's voice came through, weary.

"Hmm."

"Come to the station. Immediately."

"Why now?" Ram asked, his voice hollow.

"Raa Chandu... it's a suicide case," Sravan urged. (Come on, Chandu...)

"Yaa, coming." Ram cut the call without another word.

On the other end, Sravan let out a heavy sigh, his frustration boiling over. For six months, he had been met with nothing but these cold, one-word answers. It was getting on his nerves—he couldn't stand seeing his once-vibrant friend living like a ghost.

Sravan watched Ram walk in, his heart heavy with a mix of pity and frustration. He knew this was all Ram's doing—a self-inflicted wound.

He  had decided to walk away 'for her own good,' but in the process, he was destroying two lives.

He was punishing himself and that poor girl, Mythili, who was still yearning for him.

He sat heavily in his chair, his movements robotic. "What happened? Who attempted suicide?"

"Janardhan." Sravan replied, his face grim.

He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of his old, sharp self returning for a split second. "Really?"

"Yes. Apparently, he couldn't digest the fact that his son died. He fell into a deep depression. The jailers noticed it, but this morning, they found him dead in his cell. The body has been sent for postmortem."

"Good, then." He muttered coldly, unmoved by the news. "Complete the paper procedure. What about Rakesh sir? How is he?"

"He's still serving his suspension. He's doing okay, I think." Sravan answered, referring to the former SP.

"Okay." He said, the conversation ending as abruptly as it began.

Rakesh was the one who was helping Ajay in hiding.

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Evening... at Warangal 🏠︎

It was evening in Warangal. Mythili sat on the backyard swing, her gaze fixed on nothingness as she cried silently. Her eyes were puffed, her face red and swollen from the weight of six months of longing. 

Ever since she had opened her eyes in the hospital, they had been searching for one man—but he never came.

"Mythu... Mythu..." her mother's voice drifted out, soft and hesitant.