In wattys 2024✨✨✨
Looking at her sleeping figure he knew he is doomed
"She is trouble personified and i love trouble" jagjeet mumbled to himself.....
Her tears can choke him to death he realised after last night's events
" I'll never let you cry ev...
The air crackled with nervous anticipation as the clock on the police station wall struck nine. Jagjeet and Bajwa, clad in sharp black suits, stood fidgeting outside, a stark contrast to the vibrant cityscape bustling behind them. Suddenly, the station doors swung open, and Mahima emerged.
Jagjeet's breath hitched. Gone was the steely cop in her uniform. Tonight, Mahima transformed into a vision of elegance. Her red saree flowed gracefully around her form, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that shimmered under the city lights. The drape accentuated her curves, highlighting her strength and femininity in equal measure.
Bajwa's jaw dropped, his mouth agape. "Ma'am..." he stammered, his voice trailing off as he took in her appearance. Jagjeet, however, found himself speechless, mesmerized by this unexpected metamorphosis. The woman who commanded respect in her uniform now radiated a raw, captivating allure.
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*Our fire brand officer Jagjeet's look*
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*our beautiful and smart team leader mahima's look*
As if on cue, Lal Singh shuffled out, his face a mask of discomfort. Gone was the sturdy, reliable constable. In his place stood a hilariously awkward figure draped in a vibrant green saree. The mismatch between the fabric and his burly frame sent Mahima into a fit of giggles, a melodic sound that echoed in the tense atmosphere. Jagjeet's heart hammered in his chest. He hadn't realized how much he missed hearing her genuine laughter.
His gaze darted between Mahima and Bajwa, who finally tore his eyes away from her with a sheepish cough. "Uh, Ma'am, you look...beautiful," he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically flustered.
Mahima merely nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Her eyes then met Jagjeet's, catching him stealing glances. A spark of something unreadable passed between them before she addressed the team, her voice firm despite the lingering amusement.
"Alright team," she announced, a glint of determination in her eyes, "let's go. Showtime."
Lal Singh, still wrestling with the unfamiliar saree, mumbled a reluctant agreement. "But Ma'am," he whined, his voice muffled by the fabric, "how am I supposed to chase anyone in this thing?"
