He wasn't in प्यार with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was held a gunpoint, द्वारा a deranged serial killer, he had her back as a partner. His दिल raced like an 808, pounding inside his chest. His palms were sweaty as the gripped his gun, trembling at arms length, ready to आग anytime. The fear in her eyes as the killer buried the gun deeper and deeper into her neck, threatening to pull the trigger at any सेकंड worried him. Because she was his friend, his partner. Nothing more.
He wasn't in प्यार with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was सुरक्षित back in the squadroom...
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