2 months later, in a quiet hospital room in Ireland, Ram sat on his bed, engrossed in reading a newspaper. The room was filled with the soft morning light, and the hum of hospital activity was a distant backdrop. Mrs. Conner entered the room quietly, her face lined with concern but softened by a warm smile.
"You're already awake," she said gently.
Ram looked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his mother. "Mom, you didn't need to come so early. My discharge will take time. You've done so much for me over the last month. If you keep this up, you'll get sick. Who's going to take care of you then?"
Mrs. Conner responded with a reassuring smile, "Ryan, you'll be there for me, right? You are my son."
Ram nodded solemnly. "Yes, I will be there for you forever, but before that, I need to take care of a few things. I have some questions that need answers."
Mrs. Conner's face grew serious. "What is it, son?"
Ram took a deep breath. "I have some puzzles from my past life that I need to solve, Mom. After the accident, memories have started coming back to me. I need to piece them together."
Mrs. Conner looked worried, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to hold his hand. "Have you remembered everything?"
Ram squeezed her hand gently, offering a comforting smile. "Yes, just after the accident. But you don't have to worry, Mom. I'm not going to leave you. You were there for me when nobody else was. I'll live this life just for you from now on. But first, I need to sort out a few things. I promise, after that, I will be back to you, only you."
Tears welled up in Mrs. Conner's eyes as she embraced her son. They held each other tightly, finding comfort and strength in their bond. The hospital room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, bound by love and determination.
In the bustling city of Mumbai, Priya's house was adorned with festive decorations, marking the occasion of her birthday. However, Priya herself wasn't sharing in the festive spirit. She sat on her bed, engrossed in her work, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she stared intently at the computer screen. Her mother, Shipra, gently opened the door and entered her room.
"Priya beta, you're awake already?" Shipra's voice was soft, filled with maternal concern.
Priya glanced at her mother with a look of annoyance before shifting her gaze back to the computer screen. "Why is this house all decked up?" she asked, her tone sharp.
Shipra walked over and sat down next to her daughter, trying to maintain a soothing presence. "It's your birthday, and your dad wants to celebrate it," she explained gently. "Moreover, we need to fix a date for your marriage with Rajat. How long can we delay it?"
Priya's eyes flashed with anger as she turned to face her mother fully. "Are you out of your mind?" she retorted. "Didn't I tell you I am already married? My husband is still alive, and I am going to find him soon. You can't just lock me up here forever."
Shipra's face fell, the worry lines deepening on her forehead. She reached out, hoping to comfort Priya, but her daughter pulled away, her voice firm and unyielding. "Mom, just tell Dad he can't do anything."
Seeing that her attempt to console Priya was futile, Shipra sighed deeply, her heart heavy with the weight of her daughter's pain and determination. She stood up slowly, her shoulders slumping in defeat, and left the room, leaving Priya alone with her thoughts and her unwavering resolve.
In the afternoon, as the sun cast a warm glow over the city, Priya's father noticed her sudden departure. Concerned, he called out, "Priya, where are you going?"
Priya turned around, her expression unreadable. "I'm going to the salon," she replied bluntly. "Don't you want to see me all decked up for tonight?"
Her father's brow furrowed with worry. "Take the driver with you," he insisted, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and authority.
Priya rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Don't worry, Dad. I'm not escaping. Just calm down. I'll be back home," she assured him, her tone slightly exasperated but firm.
With that, she turned on her heel and walked out the door, leaving her father standing there, watching her go with a mixture of apprehension and helplessness.
Priya parked her car in front of the embassy office, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and anxiety. She entered the building, her heels clicking purposefully on the polished floor. As she approached the help desk, the attendant looked up and recognized her.
"Ma'am, I was about to inform you that we have found nothing about the person you're looking for in the UK," he said, his voice tinged with regret.
Priya's face fell momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure. "How is that even possible?" she demanded, frustration edging her voice. "Wait, have you ever searched for Ryan Conner?"
The attendant looked puzzled. "Who is he?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"He is the person I am looking for,the same person" Priya replied, her tone firm and unwavering. "Just let me know if you got anything about him."
The attendant nodded, sensing the urgency in her voice. "I'll make a note of it, ma'am. We'll prioritize the search and inform you as soon as we find any information."
Priya gave a curt nod and turned to leave, her mind racing with possibilities.
As Priya wandered through the bustling streets lost in her own world of thoughts, her mind consumed by the day's events, she failed to notice the figure approaching her. Before she could react, she collided with someone, causing her to stumble backward.
Strong arms swiftly wrapped around her, preventing her from falling. Startled, Priya looked up to see who had caught her. And there he was, standing before her like a ghost from her past - Ram.
Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his familiar features, her mind struggling to comprehend his sudden appearance. Ram's eyes met hers, and a hint of amusement danced in them as he spoke.
"Don't you shocked to see me here? You must have thought I died, right?"
Priya was speechless, her mind racing to process the situation. She had thought of Ram often since their last encounter, but never did she imagine running into him like this, out of the blue.
Unable to find her voice, she simply stared at him, her emotions swirling in confusion and disbelief.
As Priya regained her composure, she reached out, cupping Ram's face in her hands, desperation evident in her eyes. "I was looking for you, trust me. I haven't slept properly a single night. I was desperate to see you."
Ram, however, responded with a bitter chuckle, gently pulling her hands away from his face. "I can clearly remember that man with you. Why did you do it? I mean, you just left me on the road bleeding after the accident, didn't you?" His voice rose with accusation, echoing with hurt and betrayal.
Priya's heart sank at his words, tears threatening to spill over. "I didn't..." she began, but Ram interrupted her with a sharp command. "Just shut up! You never cared for me after the plane crash. You didn't even look for me, Priya!"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Priya felt her resolve crumble, tears streaming down her cheeks as she choked out her response. "Because I lost my memories. That's why... you gotta trust me, Ram. You have to."
Their conversation hung heavy in the air, fraught with unresolved emotions and unanswered questions, as they stood face to face, each grappling with their own pain and longing.
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Remembering Us
Romance"Remembering Us" is a a couple who survive a plane crash, losing their memories and each other. Five years later, Priya unexpectedly encounters Ram in London, sparking a journey to recover their lost past and rekindle their love. As fate intervenes...
