It was supposed to be an ordinary day in the Lokhande household. The lights were on, the house was filled with the usual hum of activity, and the family’s familiar comfort seemed intact. But by sundown, silence took over. A silence so loud that it shook Ankita Lokhande to her core. Two girls. Gone. Just like that.

The star of Pavitra Rishta and a familiar face in countless Indian homes, Ankita found herself trapped in a nightmare no television script could prepare her for. The girls who had been staying at her house had vanished without a trace. No calls, no notes, not even a hint. Just an empty room, some scattered belongings, and a thousand unanswered questions.

Ankita’s husband, Vicky Jain, was the first to realize something wasn’t right. According to neighbors, he was seen pacing outside their Mumbai residence, repeatedly calling someone on his phone. Moments later, he jumped into his car and drove straight to the police station — not once, not twice, but reportedly five times over the next few days. Each visit ended in disappointment. The system, it seems, wasn’t built to move fast, even when young lives could be at stake.

“She hasn’t slept in days,” said a family friend under anonymity. “Ankita is in pieces. These girls were like family. One of them used to help her with charity work. She trusted them. And now… they’re just gone.”

CCTV footage from the night they disappeared showed the two girls walking out of the Lokhande residence casually, as if just stepping out for an errand. They were smiling. Laughing even. Nothing about their behavior hinted at fear, coercion, or distress. That only deepened the mystery. If they weren’t taken by force, why didn’t they come back?

Ankita has always been fiercely private. Despite living under the public eye, she’s kept her personal life out of headlines. But this incident left her no choice. For the first time, she reached out on social media, posting a single, haunting message: “If anyone knows anything, please… help us.” Within minutes, fans flooded the comments with support, prayers, and theories. Some speculated the girls may have eloped. Others feared something darker. But one thing was clear — no one had any real answers.

The police initially treated the case as a voluntary departure. No signs of foul play. No evidence of abduction. But that didn’t sit right with Ankita. She knew these girls. She knew their habits, their fears, their routines. One of them, reportedly, was saving money for a nursing course. The other had just landed a part-time job at a salon nearby. They had plans. Dreams. Why would they walk away from all of that?

Vicky, trying to stay strong for Ankita, began investigating on his own. He contacted friends, tracked phone records, and even visited the girls’ hometowns. Days turned into nights. Nights into weeks. Still no news.

Meanwhile, the emotional toll on Ankita was becoming visible. Paparazzi caught her outside the temple, eyes swollen, hands trembling. She didn’t speak. She didn’t smile. She just lit an incense stick and stood still for minutes. One photo, now viral, shows her whispering a prayer into the wind. No makeup. No glamour. Just a broken woman clinging to hope.

Media attention soon picked up speed. TV panels began dissecting the case. Some blamed the couple for not keeping a closer eye. Others questioned the girls’ families. Were there prior issues at home? Had they run away before? But none of the noise brought them any closer to the truth.

And that’s what hurts the most.

“You expect that when something this big happens,” Ankita reportedly told a close confidant, “someone will come help. The police, the system, anyone. But when you’re the one begging, waiting, shouting into a void — you realize how alone you truly are.”

As the days stretch on, hope flickers dimly. But it hasn’t died. Ankita, despite her anguish, continues to check her phone every hour. A call, a message, a location ping — anything that could bring the girls home.

In a world where she once played strong, resilient characters on-screen, the real Ankita is now fighting the hardest battle of her life. Off camera. Without scripts. Without retakes.

And with every passing day, her only wish is simple: to open that front door and see those two girls standing there, alive, smiling, and safe.