With determination in their hearts, Subham and Saheli set out to find Ankan amidst the shadows of Bhangad kila. Their torches cut through the darkness as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors, their minds focused on one goal: to bring their friend back to safety.
After what felt like hours of searching, Subham's ears perked up at the sound of a faint cry echoing through the corridors. His heart raced with hope as he followed the sound, his steps quickening with each passing moment.
"Saheli, did you hear that?" Subham whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "It sounded like Ankan."
Saheli nodded, her eyes wide with fear as they pressed on, their torches casting long shadows on the ancient walls. And then, just as they rounded a corner, they saw him—Ankan, hanging upside down from the ceiling, his face contorted in pain.
Subham's heart sank as he rushed to Ankan's side, his hands trembling as he reached out to him. "Ankan, are you okay? What happened?"
Ankan's voice was barely a whisper as he spoke, his words tinged with pain. "I... I don't know. Something attacked me... and then I woke up here."
Subham's blood ran cold as he examined Ankan's leg, where a chain had been pierced through his flesh. The sight made his stomach churn with nausea, but he forced himself to stay calm, knowing that Ankan needed his help now more than ever.
"We'll get you out of here, I promise," Subham said, his voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at his insides. "Just hold on."
With Saheli's help, Subham worked quickly to free Ankan from his chains, his hands shaking as he struggled to find the strength to lift his friend to safety. But despite the darkness that threatened to consume them, they refused to give up hope, drawing strength from their bond as they fought to escape the clutches of Bhangad kila.