Anant and Nishant moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned resort, their footsteps barely audible against the marble floor. The echoing gunshot they had heard moments ago guided their path, leading them deeper into what felt like the heart of darkness.
"Do you think Smita is truly helping Anika?" Anant whispered, his voice strained with conflicting emotions.
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