💖 Sumedh Mudgalkar Fanfiction – Memory Loss Love Story | The Night Unfolds (Episode 4)

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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 4 — The Night Unfolds (Sumedh’s POV)

Her words echoed inside my skull.
Not an accident.

I stared at Hae-rin, the letter still trembling in my hands. “What do you mean? What happened to me? What happened to Ji-woo?”

She sat down carefully, as if weighing every word. “You don’t remember, so I’ll start from the beginning.”

Flashback: Seoul, Five Years Ago

I had flown to Korea as part of an international cultural exchange. Mumbai’s best young dancers had been invited to perform at the Seoul International Dance Fest.

At first, it was just competition—bright lights, endless rehearsals, fierce rivals.

And then I met her.

Ji-woo.

She wasn’t a contestant. She was a volunteer translator for the Indian team. But she knew more about dance than most performers. Her curiosity was endless, her laughter contagious.

We went from translator and dancer… to teacher and student. Bollywood steps mixed with K-pop routines. Soon, practice blurred into stolen moments under the neon Seoul sky.

And before long, I was falling. Hard.

Back to Present

Hae-rin’s voice pulled me from the flood of memory. “You and Ji-woo were inseparable. But not everyone was happy about it.”

I frowned. “Who?”

She hesitated. “One of your rivals. A Korean dancer named Min-jae. He hated how you stole the spotlight—and how Ji-woo chose you.”

The name felt sharp, like a splinter in my brain.

Hae-rin continued, her voice low. “That night, after the festival, you and Ji-woo left together. Your taxi never made it to the hotel. The police said it was a drunk driver… but Ji-woo always believed someone tampered with the car. Min-jae disappeared from the dance circuit right after.”

My hands curled into fists. Sabotage. Not fate. Someone wanted me gone.

“But Ji-woo?” I whispered. “Was she… hurt?”

Hae-rin’s eyes softened. “She survived with only minor injuries. But the guilt crushed her. She thought it was her fault for convincing you to stay longer that night.”

I swallowed hard, my throat burning.

“She visited you every day, Sumedh. She sang to you, held your hand, told you stories. But after two years… her family forced her back. She hasn’t danced since.”

I looked down at Ji-woo’s letter again. The words blurred through my tears.

“If he ever wakes up… tell him I never stopped loving him.”

For the first time in years, something sparked inside me. Not just memory. Not just pain.

Purpose.

“I have to see her,” I said firmly. “I don’t care if it’s Korea, Mars, or anywhere. I need to find her.”

Hae-rin’s expression flickered. She opened her suitcase and slid a passport-sized photo across the table.

It was Ji-woo. Older now, her hair shorter, her smile faded. Behind her was a banner in Korean.

Hae-rin whispered, “She’s in Seoul. But not where you think. She’s hiding.”

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