DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 47

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

Dark room...

Ram was in his room, drinking alcohol.......looking at mythili's photo with so much of love.........................He was looking like rugged Man. Cigar and Alcohol was only his companions.

He was missing her badly.

Along with her she took away his soul, his peace...his everything.

He became very silent....He stopped talking with everyone but with Sravan that to only related to work.

Other than that he became rigid, turned aggressive....back to his old self.

**ring...ring...

He looked at the caller Id taking the sip of alcohol.

He lifted the call.

"Hello Chandu....." it was sravan.

"Hmm.."

"Come to station Immediately."

"Why now?"

"Raa Chandu...it's a suicide case."

"Yaa, coming." He cut the call.

Sravan sighed from other side. He was getting mad listening to his one word answers from past 6 months. He can't see his friend like this.

What can he do? When it was his decision to leave her for good.

Here, he was not only punishing himself but also another pure soul who was craving for him. Yup guys..Mythili was alive only.

Arghh...this man be na stupid one i must say, thought Sravan.

He came to the station.

"What happened? who attempted suicide?" asked Ram sitting on his chair.

"Janardhan." replied sravan with serious face.

Ram raised his eyebrow.' really'

"Yes, apparently, he couldn't digested the fact that his SON died. He went was silent since then, went into depression. Even jailers observed this. This morning they find him dead.

His body is taken to postmortem.

"Good, then. Complete the paper procedure. What about Rakesh sir? How was he?"

"He is still serving the suspension period. He was okay i think." answered Ram. Rakesh was SP. Higher officer of Ram.

"Okay."

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Evening...

Mythili was sitting in backward swing looking into oblivion crying silently. Her eyes beame puffed, her face was red and swollen.

Since the time she opened her eyes...her eyes were craving to have look of her man. But it never happened.

"Chinnari.........chinaari......" her mom was calling her.

Wiping her tears, looked at her amma.

"Ha, amma......."

"Get inside maa, come let's have dinner." Seeing her daughter like this, piercing her mother's heart. What can she do when her father was becoming more stubborn.