Maan's heart nearly stopped as his eyes met the man standing before him. A chill ran down his spine, and panic crept in like a rising tide. He instinctively tried to wrench his arm away—but Aman's grip was unyielding, like forged steel.
The more Maan struggled, the more desperate he became, thrashing wildly in a futile attempt to break free. But Aman didn't so much as flinch. With a cold snort, he shouted, "Guards! Seize the real culprit!"
At once, armed guards stormed into the room and surrounded Maan, grabbing him firmly. The man kicked and fought, his voice rising with fear, "No! I haven't done anything! I swear I'm innocent! Let me go, please!"
Aman looked down at him with pure disdain. "Still have the gall to lie? How utterly shameless."
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The following morning, a grand assembly was held, and the entire village gathered to witness the public trial of the true culprit.