💖 Sumedh Mudgalkar Fanfiction – Memory Loss Love Story | The Photograph (Episode 2)
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.
Episode 2 — The Photograph (Sumedh’s POV)
The doctor’s words kept ringing in my ears.
Seven years.
Two years of coma.
Five years gone.
But something else echoed louder than all of that.
Saranghaeyo.
Why did that voice still cling to me like a shadow?
The next morning, sunlight spilled through the hospital curtains. Punyakar sat beside my bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked older than I remembered—lines of worry etched on his face—but his smile was the same when he noticed me awake.
“Breakfast?” he asked softly, holding out a tray.
I pushed it away. “No. I need answers.”
He sighed. “I knew this was coming.”
“Tell me everything. From the moment I… disappeared.”
Punyakar hesitated. Then he pulled something out of his backpack. A folder. He opened it and slid a photograph onto my blanket.
I froze.
It was me—standing on a stage. Not in India. Behind me, a banner read: Seoul International Dance Fest.
And next to me… was a girl.
Her smile was bright, her eyes shining like morning dew. She had long dark hair, tied loosely, and she was holding my hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I stared at her. My chest tightened. A whisper escaped my lips before I even realized.
“...Ji-woo.”
The name felt foreign, yet familiar.
Punyakar leaned forward. “You remember her?”
“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my fingers trembling as they touched the photo. “Why does her face feel like I’ve known her forever?”
“She was… important to you,” he said carefully.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. My head throbbed with half-formed images.
A crowded airport.
A hand slipping into mine.
A laugh carried on cold Korean air.
A kiss stolen under neon city lights.
And then—screams.
Glass shattering.
Red lights flashing.
Her voice, crying my name.
I woke up drenched in sweat, gasping for air.
The nurse rushed in, but I waved her off. All I could think of was her.
Why wasn’t she here?
The following day, Punyakar returned. I didn’t wait.
“Where is she? Ji-woo. Why isn’t she here? If she was… if she meant something to me…” My voice cracked. “Why hasn’t she come?”
Punyakar’s eyes darkened. He looked down, then back at me.
“She tried, Sumedh,” he said quietly. “For two years, she stayed. Every single day at this hospital. She fought with the doctors, prayed, begged, refused to leave your side.”
My heart ached. “Then where is she now?”
His answer was a whisper that felt like thunder.
“She’s in Korea. And she doesn’t know you’re awake yet.”
I clenched my fists.
Seven years stolen.
Her love waiting, then vanishing across oceans.
But the question that gnawed at me was darker.
If she was with me the night of the accident… why didn’t anyone tell me what happened to her?
And why did I feel like the voice calling Saranghaeyo… wasn’t from memory—
but from right now?
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