💖 Sumedh Mudgalkar Fanfiction – Memory Loss Love Story | Homecoming (Final Episode)

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  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 11 — Homecoming (Finale)

The chaos of that night faded, but its echoes remained.
Min-jae’s betrayal had spread across headlines in Korea the next morning. His father’s empire began to crumble, swallowed by scandal. For once, the world saw the truth.

But Ji-woo and I didn’t care about the noise.
We cared about us.


The hospital discharged me within weeks. My body was weak, but my soul felt alive for the first time in years. Ji-woo never left my side. She sat through my therapy sessions, cheered me when I struggled, and laughed when I made stupid jokes just to see her smile.

Some nights, I woke up sweating, haunted by the accident. But whenever I reached out, Ji-woo’s hand was always there. Warm. Steady. Real.

And slowly, the darkness faded.


One month later, I took her home.

Mumbai greeted us with its usual madness—honking cars, crowded streets, the smell of rain on hot pavement. Ji-woo clung to my hand, wide-eyed but smiling, as we wove through the chaos.

“This city,” she whispered, “is loud, messy… and perfect.”

Punyakar met us at the airport, almost crushing me in a hug before turning red at Ji-woo’s polite bow. My mother cried when she saw me walk through the door with Ji-woo beside me. She held Ji-woo’s face in her palms and said only one word:

“Beti.” (Daughter.)

Ji-woo cried then. So did I.


Weeks later, standing on Marine Drive, the Arabian Sea stretching out before us, Ji-woo leaned her head on my shoulder.

“You know,” she said softly, “in Korea, the word saranghaeyo means ‘I love you.’”

I smiled. “I know. Your voice whispered it to me even when I was lost in the dark. That’s what brought me back.”

She looked up, her eyes shimmering. “And in Hindi? How do you say it?”

I cupped her face, the city lights painting her skin golden. “Main tumse pyaar karta hoon.”

She repeated the words slowly, adorably broken in accent, and we both laughed.

Epilogue

Life didn’t magically become perfect. Memories still came in fragments, my career had to be rebuilt, Ji-woo had to mend the pieces her family left broken.

But we had time now. Time that was stolen from us before.

Sometimes, late at night, I think about that road of darkness where I first heard her voice calling me back. And I realize—love isn’t about how many years you lose.

It’s about who’s waiting for you when you open your eyes again.

And for me, it was always Ji-woo.

Always.

✨ The End ✨
“Saranghaeyo – A Korean-Indian Love Story” concludes here.

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