DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 51

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The Penance and The Passion.

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After  Week...

The terrace was quiet as the students filtered out, leaving Mythili alone with the fading evening light.

Before she could pack up, a small shadow fell across her— Abhi - Janaki Akka's son looking up at her with a mischievous, innocent grin. They were neighbours.

"Again a letter for me?" She asked, her voice softening into a gentle, loving tone.

The boy nodded vigorously, holding out a single red rose and a folded note. Before she could say thank you, he leaned in, planted a quick kiss on her cheek, and bolted toward the stairs. 

Her eyes welled up as she remembered the first time he did it, whispering: "That uncle told me to give you a kiss."

This wasn't just a routine anymore; it was his penance. For a man who lived by the clock and commanded with a snap of his fingers, 'waiting' was a foreign concept. Yet, here was the here

She watched him through the curtains—a man who once carried the weight of the city now carrying a single rose and a heart full of regret. He stood there, ignoring the world, just waiting for his Pitta to acknowledge his existence.

He followed her like a heartbeat—ever-present but never intrusive. Whether she went to the market or the temple, his car was always a safe distance away. He wasn't stalking; he was guarding the treasure he had once carelessly left behind.

Every unanswered call, every 'Seen' message with no reply—she was giving him a taste of his own medicine. She wanted him to feel the longing that had nearly choked her for six months.

Seeing him look 'helpless' was her greatest victory and her deepest pain. Her pride, her powerful Ram, was now a man who looked like he hadn't slept or eaten properly.

She sighed, her fingers trembling slightly as she unfolded the paper. The handwriting wasn't the crisp, bold script of an officer; it was shaky, hurried, and raw.

Sorry for acting like a fool; that was not my intention, maa.

I'm hoping you'll be able to forgive me and allow me to love you once more.

I'm sorry I brought tears to your eyes; it was never my purpose. Please accept my apologies, Bangaaram. Am sorry, maa.

Yours, Ram.

'why did he ignored me.?'

Her stupid heart was melting, not because of grand gestures, but because of the raw, clumsy effort Ram was putting in. She didn't want a DCP-level cinematic apology; she wanted the man she loved to show he cared in the smallest ways.

His Clumsy Penance:

He was stepping completely out of his comfort zone. The man who usually commands a city was now struggling with basic kitchen chores just to bring a smile to her face.

The dinner he sent through the neighborhood kid wasn't five-star quality, but it was "Prematho vandina vanta" (food cooked with love). The chapatis were misshapen and slightly burnt, and the pulav was often saltless, but to Mythili, they tasted like pure sincerity. She could taste his 'effort'  in every bite.

Instead of expensive gifts, he sent her favorite Mirchi Bajji, roses, and chocolates. These 'out-of-the-box' efforts from a man as stoic as Ram proved he was truly repenting.