Chaos erupts outside the courthouse. Reporters and camera crews swarm the entrance, turning the scene into a media frenzy. Ayan pushes his way through the crowd, his face set with determination, ignoring the barrage of flashing cameras and microphones thrust into his path.
Court officers struggle to keep the crowd at bay, their efforts futile against the relentless wave of press. The air buzzes with overlapping voices—fifteen questions shouted at once, each more aggressive than the last, words slicing through the chaos like shrapnel.
"Laxmi! Any comment on the accusations?"
"Ayan, what's your defense?"
"Nitya, is it true about the scandal?"
Laxmi strides confidently, flashing a wide grin at the media. His demeanor oozes control as if the chaos around him is part of the plan. Nitya walks beside him, her expression calm but unreadable, moving through the madness without hesitation.
