💖 Sumedh Mudgalkar Fanfiction – Memory Loss Love Story | The Night of the Accident (Episode 1)

 Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by Sumedh Mudgalkar’s public persona. All events and incidents are fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 1 — The Voice (Sumedh’s POV)

I was standing in the middle of a road.
Or… at least, I thought it was a road.

The darkness around me was so heavy that it felt like ink had swallowed the world. No moon. No stars. No houses. No trees. Just an endless stretch of black tar beneath my feet.

My breath echoed in the silence.

“Where… am I?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

I looked around, hoping for something—anything—that made sense. That’s when I heard it.

“Saranghaeyo… Saranghaeyo… Saranghaeyo…”

The voice was soft at first, almost a whisper in the wind. But with each repetition, it grew louder. Closer. Surrounding me from every direction.

I spun around, searching for the source. Nothing. Just that voice.

It kept repeating, faster now, until the sound became sharp and piercing, like glass in my ears. I pressed my palms against them, sinking to my knees.

Then—silence.

I opened my eyes, my heart still racing. That’s when another sound reached me.

BEEP.

Short. Mechanical. Far away.

BEEP. BEEP.

It grew louder, faster, as if urging me forward. I started walking, then running toward it—

And the ground vanished.

I fell, the wind tearing past me—until everything stopped.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a bed. A white ceiling hovered above me. To my right, a machine beeped steadily. I turned my head and saw an IV drip connected to my arm.

A hospital.

I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it was made of lead.

A nurse entered, checking the IV. At first, she didn’t notice me watching her. But when our eyes met, she froze. Her hand flew to her chest, and she took a step back as if she’d seen something impossible. Without a word, she rushed out.

Moments later, a doctor entered with another nurse—and someone I knew.

Punyakar. My closest friend.

The doctor checked my pulse, flashed a light in my eyes, and listened to my heartbeat. He nodded slightly, but his expression was serious.

“You’re stable,” he said finally.

Punyakar stepped forward, his eyes glistening. “Sumedh… you’re awake.”

I frowned. “Of course I’m awake. What happened? Why am I here?”

The doctor and Punyakar exchanged a look.

“You don’t remember?” Punyakar asked carefully.

“No.”

“Sumedh… you had an accident.”

I blinked. “When? Yesterday?”

He swallowed. “No. Seven years ago.”

I stared at him. “What are you talking about? We were just in the finals of Dance Maharashtra Dance—”

“That was seven years ago,” he interrupted, his voice breaking. “You’ve been in a coma… for two years. And before that—” he hesitated, “you lost five years of your memory.”

The room tilted around me. My breath caught.

Two years gone.
Five years forgotten.
Seven years erased from my life.

The last thing I remembered was a stage, bright lights, and the sound of applause.

And now… nothing made sense. 

What happened to me?