Just as Parth and Krishnaa were about to engage in a conversation, a loud, thunderous voice echoed through the halls, making them both jump in surprise. Harshvardhan's voice was like a storm, shaking the very foundations of the house. "EKANSH!" he bellowed, his words dripping with anger and frustration. The sound of his voice was like a crack of lightning, making everyone in the house sit up and take notice. Parth and Krishnaa exchanged a worried glance, their conversation forgotten in the face of Harshvardhan's fury. They both knew that Harshvardhan's temper was legendary, and that when he was angry, it was best to stay out of his way.

As the sound of Harshvardhan's voice faded away, Parth and Krishnaa could hear the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, coming from the direction of Harshvardhan's room. It was clear that Harshvardhan was on his way to find Ekansh, and that he was not going to be pleased when he found him. Parth and Krishnaa exchanged a nervous glance, wondering what was going to happen next. They both knew that Ekansh was already in a fragile state, and that Harshvardhan's anger was not going to help matters. They both worried about what might happen if Harshvardhan's temper got the better of him, and if Ekansh was not able to handle the pressure.

The sound of Harshvardhan's footsteps grew louder, and Parth and Krishnaa could sense the tension building in the air. They both knew that they had to do something to intervene, to prevent things from escalating any further. But they also knew that it wouldn't be easy, that Harshvardhan's anger was a force to be reckoned with. They both took a deep breath, steeling themselves for what was to come. They knew that they had to be strong, to stand up to Harshvardhan's fury and protect Ekansh from his wrath. But as they stood there, frozen in anticipation, they couldn't help but wonder what the outcome would be.

As the seconds ticked by, the sound of Harshvardhan's footsteps grew louder, and Parth and Krishnaa could sense the storm brewing. They both knew that they were on the verge of something big, something that would change the dynamics of their family forever. They both took a deep breath, preparing themselves for the impact of Harshvardhan's anger. And as they stood there, frozen in anticipation, they knew that they were about to witness something that would leave them all shaken.

As everyone rushed into the hall, they were met with a scene that left them all stunned. Harshvardhan was standing in the center of the room, his face red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He was glaring at Ekansh, who was standing frozen in front of the television, a look of shock and horror on his face. The room was filled with tension, the air thick with anticipation. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Harshvardhan, wondering what had triggered his anger.

Harshvardhan's voice was like thunder as he spoke, his words dripping with venom. "You!" he spat, his finger pointing accusingly at Ekansh. "You're the one who's been hiding this from me?" Ekansh's eyes widened in fear as he took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture. But Harshvardhan was beyond reason, his anger consuming him. He took a step closer to Ekansh, his eyes blazing with fury.

And then, in a movement that seemed almost casual, Harshvardhan pointed at the television. The room fell silent as everyone's eyes turned to the screen. And what they saw left them all shocked and stunned. The news anchor's face was serious, her eyes grave with concern. "Breaking news," she said, her voice somber. "

As the news anchor's words hung in the air, the room fell silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the television screen, their faces filled with shock and horror. Ekansh's face was ashen, his eyes wide with fear and denial. He took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture, as if he was trying to ward off the accusations. The room seemed to be frozen in time, with no one daring to breathe or move. The only sound was the news anchor's voice, still echoing in the air, accusing Ekansh of a heinous crime.

Inaaya's face appeared on the screen, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She spoke in a trembling voice, her words accusing Ekansh of forcing himself on her. The room erupted into chaos, with everyone talking at once. Harshvardhan's face was purple with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He took a step forward, his fists clenched, as if he was ready to pounce on Ekansh. Aashvika looked like she had been punched in the gut, her face pale and shocked. She stumbled backwards, her eyes fixed on Ekansh, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Parth and Krishnaa exchanged a worried glance, their faces filled with concern. They knew that this was a serious accusation, one that could have far-reaching consequences.

Ekansh's eyes darted around the room, his face filled with desperation. He looked like a cornered animal, his eyes wild with fear. "It's not true," he protested, his voice shaking with emotion. "I didn't do it. Inaaya is lying." But no one seemed to believe him. The room was filled with accusations and recriminations, with everyone taking sides. Harshvardhan was furious, demanding to know why Ekansh had kept this a secret. Aashvika was crying, her body shaking with sobs. Parth and Krishnaa were trying to calm everyone down, but it was clear that the situation was spiraling out of control.

As the chaos continued to unfold, Ekansh's world began to crumble around him. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight. He knew that he had to do something, to say something, to defend himself against these accusations. But the words wouldn't come, and he was left standing there, frozen in silence, as the world around him seemed to collapse. The accusations, the recriminations, the tears and the anger - it was all too much for him to handle. And as he stood there, feeling like he was drowning in a sea of despair, he knew that he had to find a way to clear his name, to prove his innocence, before it was too late.

As the accusations against Ekansh continued to fly, he tried to defend himself, his voice shaking with emotion. "I didn't do it," he protested. "Inaaya is lying. I don't know why she's saying these things, but they're not true." His words were laced with desperation, and his eyes pleaded with the others to believe him. Abhimanyu and Parth immediately came to his defense, their voices calm and rational. "We believe you, Ekansh," Abhimanyu said. "We know you wouldn't do something like this." Parth nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Ekansh, we're here for you. We'll support you through this." Their words were like a balm to Ekansh's frazzled nerves, and he felt a surge of gratitude towards his friends.

Meanwhile, Aarushi had rushed to Aashvika's side, wrapping her arms around her in a comforting hug. "It's okay, Aashvika," she whispered. "We're here for you. We'll get through this together." Aashvika was crying uncontrollably, her body shaking with sobs. Aarushi held her close, trying to calm her down. She stroked Aashvika's hair, whispering soothing words into her ear. Aarushi's face was etched with concern, and her eyes were filled with empathy. She knew that Aashvika was going through a traumatic experience, and she was determined to be there for her.

Krishnaa, on the other hand, was standing silently, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. She looked flabbergasted, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. Her eyes darted back and forth between Ekansh and Aashvika, her face pale with shock. She seemed to be frozen in time, unable to move or speak. Her mind was reeling with questions, and she couldn't seem to process the information that was being thrown at her. She felt like she was stuck in a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up.

Nivedita, who had been watching the scene unfold with a look of disinterest, finally spoke up. "Can we please just calm down and talk about this rationally?" she said, her voice dripping with boredom. "I'm sure there's been some kind of misunderstanding." Her words were like a splash of cold water, and they seemed to break the spell that had been cast over the room. Everyone turned to look at her, their faces filled with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. Nivedita's expression didn't change, and she continued to look at the others with a detached air.

Aadrika, who had been standing quietly in the corner, looked shocked and horrified. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her face was pale. "Oh my god," she whispered. "This can't be happening." She looked like she was about to faint, and her body swayed slightly as she stood there. Her eyes were fixed on Ekansh, and she looked like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Harshvardhan's face was a mask of anger and disgust as he glared at Ekansh. "How could you, Ekansh?" he thundered. "How could you do something like this?" His voice was dripping with contempt, and his eyes seemed to bore into Ekansh's very soul. Ekansh tried to protest, to defend himself against the accusations, but Harshvardhan wouldn't listen. "No, Ekansh," he said, his voice cold and hard. "I don't want to hear it. You're dead to me, Ekansh. You're no longer a part of this family."

Ekansh's face crumpled as he realized that Harshvardhan was refusing to believe him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, and he couldn't catch his breath. He tried to speak, to plead with Harshvardhan to listen to him, but the words wouldn't come. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair, and he didn't know how to keep his head above water.

Abhimanyu and Parth tried to intervene, to reason with Harshvardhan and convince him to listen to Ekansh's side of the story. But Harshvardhan was unmoved. He was convinced that Ekansh was guilty, and he wouldn't listen to anything that might contradict that belief. "Get out, Ekansh," he spat. "Get out of my house, and don't come back." Ekansh's eyes filled with tears as he realized that he was being thrown out of the only home he had ever known. He felt like he was being torn apart, and he didn't know how to survive the pain.

As the scene inside the house continued to unfold, the sound of sirens could be heard outside, growing louder with each passing moment. The police had arrived, and they were there to arrest Ekansh. Harshvardhan's face twisted in a scowl as he gestured to the police, his eyes blazing with anger and disgust. "Take him away," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I don't want him in my house anymore." The police officers moved forward, their hands reaching out to cuff Ekansh, their faces expressionless and unyielding.

Abhimanyu tried to intervene, to handle the situation and prevent things from getting out of hand. He stepped forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture, his voice smooth and soothing. "Wait, officers," he said. "Can we please just talk about this? I'm sure there's been some kind of misunderstanding." He glanced at Ekansh, his eyes filled with concern and empathy. "Ekansh, tell them what happened. Tell them the truth." But the police officers were unmoved, their faces unyielding and unemotional. They had a warrant for Ekansh's arrest, and they were determined to carry it out, no matter what.

Parth tried to reason with Harshvardhan, to make him understand that Ekansh deserved a chance to defend himself. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Harshvardhan's face, his voice firm and persuasive. "Dad, please," he said. "You have to listen to bhai side of the story. You can't just assume he's guilty without giving him a chance to defend himself." He glanced at Ekansh, his eyes filled with concern and empathy. "Ekansh is our friend, Harshvardhan. We have to stand by him, no matter what." But Harshvardhan was unmoved, his face unyielding and unemotional. He turned his back on Parth and walked away, leaving Ekansh to face the police alone.

As the police led Ekansh away in handcuffs, the media swarmed outside the house, their cameras and microphones at the ready. They had been tipped off about the arrest, and they were determined to get a scoop. "Ekansh, what do you have to say for yourself?" one of the reporters shouted. "Do you deny the allegations of harassment?" Ekansh's face was pale and drawn as he was led away, the cameras flashing in his face. He didn't say a word, his eyes fixed on the ground as he was taken away. The media frenzy was intense, with reporters and camera crews swarming around the police car as it drove away.

As the media swarmed around him, Ekansh was bombarded with questions. "Why did you harass Inaaya?" one reporter asked, shoving a microphone in his face. "What possessed you to commit such a heinous act?" another reporter chimed in. Ekansh was taken aback by the barrage of questions. He was still trying to process what was happening, and he didn't know how to respond. He looked around, hoping to find some support or guidance, but everyone seemed to be against him. Harshvardhan had already disowned him, and the others seemed to be believing the accusations against him. Ekansh felt like he was all alone, and he didn't know how to defend himself.

The media was relentless, sensing a big story and determined to get to the bottom of it. They fired question after question at Ekansh, each one more probing and accusatory than the last. Ekansh tried to answer, but his words were drowned out by the cacophony of questions and accusations. He felt like he was being torn apart, his reputation and character being shredded before his very eyes. He didn't know how to respond, or how to defend himself against the media onslaught. All he could do was stand there, mute and helpless, as the world around him seemed to collapse.

Ekansh's face was pale and sweaty, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in shock and uncertainty. He didn't know how to respond to the accusations, or how to defend himself against the media onslaught. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight. The media was closing in around him, their questions and accusations becoming more and more aggressive. Ekansh didn't know how much more he could take. He felt like he was on the verge of breaking down, of collapsing under the weight of the accusations and the media scrutiny.

As the media continued to question him, Ekansh's mind began to reel. He couldn't believe what was happening. He had always been a good person, a person who cared about others and tried to do the right thing. He couldn't believe that he was being accused of something so heinous, something that went against everything he believed in. He felt like he was living in a dream, a dream that he couldn't wake up from. He didn't know how to escape the nightmare, or how to clear his name. All he could do was stand there, mute and helpless, as the world around him seemed to collapse.