Debanjon picks up the box and hurls it to the floor in rage, the sound echoing through the room as the bleeding heart tumbles out of the box making the metallic scent of blood fills the air. On the other hand, Kanonbala's eyes widen in horror at the sight of the bleeding organ, her lips parting to scream. But before a sound can escape, a strong hand clasps over her mouth. A firm grip pulls her away from the scene, dragging her into the shadows.
"Shh, Maa, it's me. Indra. Please, stay quiet." Indrajit whispers urgently, feeling her struggling hands trying to pry his off.
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