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Throat Slit, Body Of Class 2 Student Found Inside Toilet Of Ryan International School In Gurgaon

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Editor's Note: The names of the boy and the father have been removed from this article in light of it becoming a case of sexual assault.

A Class 2 boy was found dead in the washroom of Ryan International School in Gurugram's Bhondsi on Friday morning.

According to a News18 report, the seven-year-old boy was found lying in a pool of blood with his throat slit. A knife was discovered from the spot.

The body was found around 8.45 am in the school's washroom. The boy was immediately rushed to Artemis Hospital by school authorities, but was pronounced brought dead by the doctors, reported Times of India.

A close relative of the boy told TOI that boy's father received a call from the school officials today morning informing that his son was in a critical state and asked him to reach the hospital soon. He added that the boy's parents at the moment are inconsolable and not in a condition to talk.

Police teams have reached the school and investigation is underway.

This is not the first such incident at Ryan International School. In January last year, a Class 1 student, six-year-old Divyansh, was found dead in the water tank at school's Vasant Kunj branch.

Based on the CCTV footage of the incident, where the child was seen playing a few minutes before the tragedy, school principal, and four other staff members were arrested for causing death due to negligence.

More details on Friday's incident are awaited.

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