DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 52

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Silk, Tears & Triumphs.

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He hovered over her, his gaze locked onto hers with a heavy, magnetic intensity. Slowly, his left hand drifted toward the pin of her saree pallu, his fingers grazing the fabric with a deliberate, slow-burn intensity.

"So... what exactly did you call me during that call... hmm?" he murmured, opening the pin.

She remained speechless, her heart hammering against her ribs as she felt completely caged by his charm.

"Mr. Ramachandra... ha?" he teased, a dangerous arch in his eyebrow that made her gulp in anticipation. His eyes were no longer those of a DCP; they were burning with a primal desire meant only for her.

With one swift, possessive tug, he pulled her pallu away, letting it fall carelessly onto the bed like a discarded memory. 

Her eyes widened as she watched the silk slide off, and her immediate reflex was to cover herself, but he was faster— he reclaimed control as he pinned both her hands beside her head.

His heavy frame anchored her to the mattress, caging her in a heat so thick it felt like a storm was about to break between them.

The atmosphere shifted instantly, thick with an electric, intoxicating heat that made the room feel small. The only sound in the silence was her ragged breathing.

"Hmm...?" he hummed, his voice a low vibration against her skin.

She could only shake her head 'no', her voice lost in the tension.

"Calling my full name so daringly on the call... what happened to that sweet mouth now?" he murmured. He pinned both her hands with one of his, using his free hand to catch her lower lip, pulling it slightly with a possessive right.

Her breath hitched as the space between them vanished, her chest brushing against the firm planes of his. Her lips felt parched from the rising fever between them; she instinctively swept her tongue over them to wet them. 

At that simple move, his eyes darkened to a shade of intense hunger she had never seen before. Without a word, he smashed his lips onto hers, drowning her protest in a deep, soul-searing kiss.

"Umm..." she moaned, her resistance melting into a total surrender.

He kissed her with a raw, punishing intensity, his movements so quick and commanding that she didn't have a moment to catch her breath. It was as if he were pouring all six months of his starved 'Viraham' (separation) into this one act. He nipped at her lower lip—hard enough to make her moan, but with a precision that drew no blood.

The sensation sent a violent shiver straight to her core; her toes curled in sheer pleasure as her legs rubbed against his. Even as she feebly tried to free her hands, his grip remained an iron-clad cage. He angled her face, deepening the kiss into something primal, claiming every inch of her mouth until she felt completely breathless.

For five long minutes, When he finally pulled away, he left her panting and flushed. She lay there with her eyes closed and her lips glistening—a sight of absolute ecstasy that he hungrily beheld as he finally released her hands.

"Next time you take my full name like that, I'll spank you hard," he rasped, his voice thick with a dark, hoarse warning.

She opened her eyes, gazing up at him through a haze. It wasn't that he didn't like the authority in her voice; hearing his full name from her lips was incredibly sexy, but when she called him 'Ram,' he felt an intimate, soul-deep closeness that nothing else could match.