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Rahi's eyes widened in sheer shock and horror as she witnessed Anant's left arm being pierced by a bullet, blood gushing out and staining his clothes. Despite the intense pain he must have been enduring, Anant resolutely made his way into the driver's seat, his wounded arm leaving crimson smears on the steering wheel. Rahi's gaze remained fixed on him, a mix of fear and concern flooding her thoughts. How was he able to maintain his composure amidst such a grievous injury? There was no trace of pain etched upon his face, only an unwavering determination. As the car accelerated, Rahi's senses were overwhelmed by the combination of the car's speed and the pungent scent of blood that permeated the vehicle. This was an experience unlike anything she had ever encountered before. The sound of