Subham's heart raced as he and Nayanika ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of Bhangad kila. The darkness pressed in around them like a suffocating blanket, and he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of his mind.
Suddenly, he realized that Nayanika was no longer by his side. Panic surged through him as he called out her name, his voice echoing off the ancient walls.
"Nayanika? Where are you?"
But there was no response, only the eerie silence of the night. With a sinking feeling in his chest, Subham realized that he was truly alone in the darkness.
Just as he was about to search for Nayanika, he heard footsteps echoing through the corridor—a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. He tensed, preparing himself for whatever danger might lie ahead.
But to his relief, it was Saheli who emerged from the shadows, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stumbled toward him.
"Subham," she gasped, her voice trembling with fear. "Thank goodness I found you."
Subham's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. "Saheli, what happened? Where's Ankan?"
Saheli's eyes widened with terror as she struggled to find her words. "He... he was attacked by a ghost," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I fled from there. I didn't know what else to do."
Subham's blood ran cold at her words. He knew all too well the dangers that lurked within the ancient fort, and the thought of Ankan facing them alone filled him with dread.
"We have to find him," he said, his voice firm despite the fear that gripped his heart. "We can't leave him alone out there."
With a shared sense of determination, Subham and Saheli set out into the darkness, their hearts pounding in their chests as they searched for their friend amidst the shadows of Bhangad kila. But little did they know, the true horrors of the ancient fort were yet to reveal themselves, and the night was far from over.