The laughter that had filled the car moments ago was abruptly silenced by the jarring impact of the accident. Roshan, your beloved, instinctively shielded you with his body as your vehicle collided with the oncoming truck. A miracle, you both emerged from the wreckage alive, but the price was steep. Roshan, had lost his memories. His mind, a blank slate, held no recollection of your shared past, your love.

Your sister, consumed by an unhealthy obsession with Roshan, seized upon this misfortune. When he regained consciousness, she was by his side, whispering sweet nothings, claiming to be his girlfriend. She spun a web of deceit, weaving a false narrative of their supposed love, a love that never existed.

Months later, you found yourself standing at the precipice of despair, a silent witness to their wedding ceremony. The vows exchanged, the promises made, were a cruel mockery of the love you once shared. Your heart, a shattered vessel, overflowed with a pain that was both physical and emotional. How could your own family, the people who should have been your solace, turn their backs on you, supporting your sister's treachery? They had stolen him from you, leaving you with a phantom of a love, a ghost of a past.

Tears streamed down your face, a silent testament to the agony that consumed you. He was there, yet so far away, a stranger in his own life. The love you had built, brick by brick, over years of shared laughter and whispered secrets, was now reduced to a distant memory. You couldn't bear the sight of him, the man you loved, pledging his life to another.

In a desperate attempt to escape the torment, you turned to leave, but a sudden cry of pain stopped you in your tracks. Roshan, his face contorted in agony, was clutching his head. A flicker of hope, a fragile spark, ignited within you. Could he be remembering?

Your eyes met his, and in that instant, you saw a glimmer of recognition, a softening in his gaze. The pain in his eyes mirrored your own, and for a fleeting moment.