The days rolled by, and with each passing moment, Devam found himself sinking deeper into the whirlpool of his feelings for Vrinda.
His heart raced whenever he thought of her-the fierce ACP with a smile that could stop time and eyes that saw through every facade.
Devam was sure now: this wasn't just infatuation; it was love.
His ACP sahiba had captured his heart, and he didn't want it back.
Meanwhile, Vrinda struggled with her own emotions.
She had tried everything to suppress the growing flutter in her heart-she even agreed to a blind date.
But every time she sat across from someone, she couldn't help but compare them to Devam.
He doesn't smile like Devam...
He doesn't understand my silences the way Devam does...
He doesn't make my heart skip a beat like Devam does.
Frustrated and exhausted, she finally admitted it to herself.
She loved Devam.
But confessing?
That was an entirely different battle.
For someone who had always lived behind walls, letting her guard down was terrifying.
The thought of giving her heart to someone, of wanting to be loved and cared for, was foreign and vulnerable.
As Vrinda grappled with her feelings, a storm barged into her life in the form of a new case.
It wasn't just any case-it was the case of Vikrant Sabarwal, the most wanted criminal in the country.
A man who once ruled the underworld with an iron fist, Vikrant had evaded capture for years.
His network of crimes had left the police department baffled, and his mere name struck fear in the hearts of many.
Vrinda sat in the commissioner's office, her posture straight and alert as he spoke gravely. "ACP Vrinda, this case is crucial. Vikrant Sabarwal's arrest could shake the foundation of the underworld. But the stakes are high, and you know the risks involved. Tum jaanti ho na, ismein tumhari jaan bhi jaa sakti hai?"
For a fleeting moment, fear flickered in her heart.
Not because she was afraid of death-she had faced the prospect of it many times before-but because of a thought that pierced her soul: If I die, I won't be able to see Devam again. I won't be able to tell him what he means to me.
But then she shook herself free from the emotion.
She remembered the years of sweat and sacrifice it had taken to reach this position.
She remembered her unyielding dedication to justice and the responsibility she had to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.
Her eyes hardened with resolve. "I am ready, Sir," she said, her voice steady and unwavering.
The commissioner nodded, sliding the case file across the desk. "Good. Bring him in, ACP Vrinda. The department and the country are counting on you."
Vrinda stood, saluted crisply, and took the file.
She left the office with determination etched on her face, the weight of the mission heavy but not unbearable.
As she walked out, the flicker of fear returned-not for herself, but for the love she had yet to confess.
Devam... stay safe.
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