Once Dhruv and Shree had left, silence lingered in the corridor like an ominous shadow. Vikrant stood still for a moment, his gaze fixed on the door. Then, with a clenched jaw and heavy breath, he pushed it open and stepped inside. Ananya followed closely behind, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
"Kya huaa, uncle?" Ananya asked, her voice laced with curiosity and concern as she stepped into the dimly lit room.
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