As the echoes of Nayanika's demise faded into the darkness, Subham, Saheli, and Ankan fled from the relentless pursuit of the ghost. Their hearts pounded with fear, each step feeling like a desperate attempt to outrun the darkness closing in around them.
With each passing moment, the ghost seemed to draw closer, its unearthly shrieks driving them onward through the twisting corridors of Bhangad kila. But as they ran, Subham felt a sinking sensation in his chest as he realized they were being separated.
"Ankan, Saheli, we have to stick together!" Subham called out, his voice strained with desperation.
But the darkness swallowed his words, and before he knew it, he was alone, his breath ragged as he stumbled through the labyrinthine halls of the ancient fort.
As Subham caught his breath, he prayed that his friends were safe. Meanwhile, Ankan and Saheli pressed on through the darkness, their hearts heavy with grief and fear. But amidst the chaos, Saheli's eyes fell upon a glimmer of hope—a crate tucked away in a hidden alcove.
Ankan approached the crate cautiously, his heart racing with anticipation. With trembling hands, he pried open the lid, revealing a cache of dynamite nestled inside.
Saheli's eyes widened with hope as she realized the potential of their discovery. "Ankan, this could be our ticket out of here," she said, her voice filled with determination.
Ankan nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. "Let's grab as many as we can and find a safe place to regroup," he said, his voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at his insides.
With a shared sense of purpose, Ankan and Saheli gathered up the dynamite, their hands shaking with adrenaline as they made their way through the darkness. And as they pressed on into the unknown, they knew that their survival depended on their ability to navigate the treacherous paths of Bhangad kila, and that only by working together could they hope to find a way out of the ancient fort's grasp.