💖 Sumedh Mudgalkar Fanfiction – Memory Loss Love Story | Back to Seoul (Episode 5)

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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 5 — Back to Seoul (Sumedh’s POV)

Mumbai airport was buzzing, but inside me, there was only silence.
Seven years had slipped through my fingers, yet one truth burned brighter than everything else—
Ji-woo.

I was going back to where it all began.

“Are you sure about this?” Punyakar asked, his hand on my shoulder. His eyes were heavy with concern.

I smiled faintly. “I was a dancer, Punya. Falling and standing up again is what I do. And this time, I’m not just dancing for myself.”

He looked at me for a long time before nodding. “Then go. Find her. And when you do… don’t let go again.”

The flight was long, but sleep never came. Every time I closed my eyes, fragments of memory flickered.

Ji-woo’s laughter echoing through dance studios.
Her hand brushing mine during rehearsals.
Her whisper in the dark—“Saranghaeyo.”

And then… that scream.
That night.
The sound of glass breaking like shattered dreams.

I gripped the armrest until my knuckles turned white. This time, I’ll rewrite the ending.

When I stepped into Seoul, the air hit me with a rush of déjà vu.
Neon signs. Korean chatter. The faint smell of street food.
I was back.

But nothing felt the same.

Hae-rin was waiting outside arrivals. She waved nervously. “Welcome back, Sumedh-ssi.”

Her careful use of “-ssi” made me smile faintly. Seven years gone, and still she spoke to me like I belonged here.

“Where is she?” I asked immediately.

Hae-rin hesitated. “She doesn’t live openly. After your accident… she withdrew. She teaches dance secretly, for children of immigrant workers. If her family knew, they’d stop her.”

“Take me there,” I said.

That evening, we reached a small community center in the quieter side of the city. Laughter spilled from inside, tiny feet stomping to rhythms.

I peeked through the glass door.

Children were clumsily dancing Bollywood steps—steps that looked hauntingly familiar.
And guiding them was a woman.

Her back was to me, but I would know that silhouette anywhere.
Ji-woo.

My heart slammed against my chest. I wanted to run in, call her name, close the years between us in a heartbeat.

But before I could move, Hae-rin’s hand caught my arm.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “She… she doesn’t know how to face you.”

As if on cue, Ji-woo turned slightly, her profile visible for a fleeting moment. Her smile was smaller now, tired, but when she clapped for the children, her eyes sparkled the same way they used to.

I pressed my palm against the glass, tears burning my eyes.

So close.
And yet, a wall between us.

Then suddenly—
the sound of a phone ringing inside the hall.
Ji-woo answered, her face stiffening. She whispered something hurriedly, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the side door.

I stumbled back, confused.

Hae-rin’s face paled. “It’s them… her family. They’re forcing her into something. That’s why she’s hiding.”

I clenched my fists. “Forcing her into what?”

Hae-rin looked at me, her voice trembling.

“An arranged marriage. Next month.”

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