Sarangheayo – Korean-Indian Love Story

   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 8 — The Hidden Enemy (Sumedh’s POV) Her words haunted me. “Forget me. Please.” But I couldn’t. Not when every beat of my heart screamed her name. Not when I knew the way she trembled in my arms wasn’t hate — it was love she was too afraid to claim. Hae-rin found me the next morning, staring at the Han River where Ji-woo and I had once danced under moonlight. “She pushed you away, didn’t she?” she asked quietly. I nodded, jaw tight. “But she’s lying. I saw it in her eyes.” “Then why?” I turned to her, determination burning. “Because someone is forcing her. I need to know who.” With Hae-rin’s help, I began asking questions. Old contacts from the festival, journalists, even taxi drivers from that night. Most gave vague answers, but one name kept returning, like poison in the water. Min-ja...

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...