Prabhas paid no attention to anyone else but the brunette he spent all morning with. It was almost as if their staring contest became a whole other form of communication. One way where they spoke more truthfully than with words. In the split second...
first of all i want to say thank you so much for all your votes as this story won the best romance fic in the pranushka pearl awards. that would not have been possible without all your loving support and patience with this story.
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secondly, i reread the story and made some edits. i wasn't very clear about which rank i was going to have prabhas have as a police officer and i even randomly mentioned inspector at one point. i want to apologise for my lack of knowledge in this subject! prabhas' position is revealed in this chapter, please ignore anything else i might have said in previous chapters, that was just poor planning haha
one last message and the chapter is yours to read. when it comes to which avatar of prabhas to visualise, all these past chapters i described him as having curly messy hair. in my mind i pictured chatrapathi/pournami prabhas for the village chapters. from here on out, mirchi prabhas is the one and anushka you guys are welcome to picture her however you'd like, although i lean towards singam and billa, I hope this helps! xx
finally haha here's the chapter:
Mithrah struggled to focus.
Her thoughts raced as she remained rooted on spot. First, she stared at his well-fitted uniform, taking note of his name, as if reassuring herself it really is him. She then turned her head to look at the police station which was located quite close to her new home. Her mind instantly sought out the memory with a phone call where Rana told her Prabhas was hours away. Another memory pierced in her head immediately after, reminding her of the day Prabhas himself denied he was located in Hyderabad. But before she could even say anything, all the officers from inside of the station came running out.
The all stood together in an orderly fashion before saluting Prabhas, immediately allowing Meera to realise who the man of authority was as Mithrah just gaped at her view. They were all standing stiffly with respect waiting for his next command as she just blinked with a dumbfounded expression.
There was a tea stall right near the station where an elderly man had taken a moment to stop working as he watched them in awe. Meera shuffled closer towards him. "Who's that?" She asked, not yet realising how the officer had more attention on the woman he almost ran over than on the row of saluting policemen and women.
"Prabhas IPS. The new DSP." He answered with a smile.
"Ah, okay." Meera nodded understandingly before frowning. "What's a DSP?" She asked, momentarily forgetting all her knowledge of police and their rankings.
The elderly man placed the utensils he was holding on to the table and gave her a long look. His eyes dropped to her ID, one that highlighted her career as a journalist. Meera gave him a sheepish smile as she realised he was judging her and probably Vision too for employing such a person. "You're having doubts if I am a journalist correct? I have the same doubts late at night." She told him dramatically.
