Remember Me [ FF]

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

The grand mansion of the Brar family glistened in the morning sun, casting a golden hue over the meticulously maintained gardens. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of uneasy silence and hushed conversations. Angad Brar, the family's eldest son, stood by the window of his lavish bedroom, staring out at the world beyond. His thoughts were a whirlwind, a storm of emotions that had yet to settle since the fateful night when everything changed.

It had been a few months since Seerat had eloped with Garry, leaving the family in turmoil and Angad in a forced marriage with Sahiba. What was meant to be a joyous union had begun under the cloud of scandal and heartbreak. But Angad was determined to make the best of the situation. He glanced back at the room, now filled with subtle changes—small touches of Sahiba’s presence.

Sahiba entered the room, her long hair tied back in a simple braid, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and trepidation. She carried a tray with two cups of chai, their aroma filling the air.

"Good morning, Angad," she said, her voice steady but soft.

"Good morning, Sahiba," Angad replied, taking a cup from the tray. He gave her a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you for the tea."

"It's nothing," Sahiba replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I thought we could use a moment to ourselves before the day starts."

Angad nodded, taking a sip of the chai. "It's good," he said. "You make it just like my mother does."

Sahiba smiled, a hint of relief in her eyes. "I'm glad you like it. I was worried I might not get it right."

They had settled into a routine, a fragile peace that masked the underlying tension. But with each passing day, they found small ways to connect, to understand each other better. It wasn't love—not yet—but there was a growing respect and companionship that neither had expected.

Over the next few months, the distance between them began to shrink. Angad admired Sahiba's strength and resilience. She had handled the Brar family’s scrutiny with grace and had even started to win over the more skeptical family members. Sahiba, in turn, saw a side of Angad that was hidden from most—a man burdened by duty but also capable of deep compassion.

One evening, as they sat on the terrace, watching the sunset, Angad reached out and took Sahiba’s hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.

"I know this isn't what either of us planned," Angad said quietly. "But I'm glad you're here, Sahiba. I feel like we're finally finding our way."

Sahiba smiled, her heart warming at his words. "I feel the same, Angad. Maybe we were meant to be together after all, even if it wasn’t how we imagined."

Angad chuckled softly. "Life is strange like that, isn't it? Sometimes it takes the unexpected to show us what we truly need."

Sahiba nodded. "Yes, and I'm learning to appreciate the journey, even with its twists and turns."

As weeks turned into months, their bond grew stronger. They began to share more of themselves, opening up about their fears, dreams, and pasts. Late-night conversations stretched into the early hours of the morning, and their interactions were filled with laughter, teasing, and an ease that felt almost magical.

One night, as they sat together in the study, Angad looked up from his work and found Sahiba sketching quietly.

"What are you drawing?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

Sahiba looked up, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Just a memory from my childhood. It's nothing special."

"Can I see?" Angad asked, moving closer.

Sahiba hesitated, then handed him the sketch. It was a simple drawing of a village scene, filled with warmth and life.

"This is beautiful," Angad said sincerely. "You have a real talent."

Sahiba blushed. "Thank you, Angad. It means a lot coming from you."

It wasn’t long before these feelings blossomed into love. On a particularly beautiful evening, under a sky painted with stars, Angad finally confessed his feelings.

"Sahiba," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "I need to tell you something."

Sahiba turned to him, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it, Angad?"

"I've been thinking about us, and I realized something important," he said, taking a deep breath. "I love you, Sahiba."

Tears glistened in Sahiba's eyes as she smiled and replied, "I love you too, Angad."

They embraced, their hearts beating in unison, knowing that they had found something truly special.

Life seemed perfect. Their love had brought a new light into the Brar household, and for the first time in months, happiness reigned. But fate had other plans.

One afternoon, Sahiba decided to visit her parents. Angad had a meeting at the office and couldn’t accompany her, but he promised to join her later. As Sahiba sat in the car, she waved goodbye to Angad, who stood at the doorway, watching her leave with a fond smile.

"Drive safely," Angad called out to the driver.

Sahiba turned back and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. See you soon, Angad."

The journey started off smoothly, but as they navigated through the bustling streets of the city, the driver’s attention wavered. A momentary distraction—a text message on his phone—led to a fatal mistake. He didn’t notice the speeding truck coming from the opposite direction.

"Sahiba, watch out!" he shouted, but it was too late.

The sound of screeching tires, the deafening crash, and the sudden jolt threw everything into chaos. Sahiba’s world spun out of control as the car collided violently, glass shattering, and metal crunching. Her last conscious thought was of Angad, his face the anchor she clung to in the midst of the pain and darkness that engulfed her.

Back at the Brar mansion, Angad was in a meeting when his phone rang. Seeing the driver’s name on the screen, he excused himself and answered, expecting a routine update. The frantic voice on the other end sent a chill down his spine.

"Sir, there’s been an accident. Sahiba…she’s badly hurt."

Angad’s heart stopped. The phone slipped from his grasp as he bolted from the room, a sense of dread overwhelming him. His mind raced, filled with images of Sahiba, their moments together, and the terrifying uncertainty of what awaited him at the hospital.

As he sped towards the hospital, Angad could only pray that the love they had found wouldn’t be shattered by this cruel twist of fate.

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Lovely start!

Is she going to forget her memory!?

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Chapter 2: Shattered Memories

The sound of Angad’s frantic footsteps echoed through the sterile corridors of the hospital. He burst through the emergency room doors, his heart pounding, his mind a maelstrom of fear and desperation. The scene before him was chaotic—doctors and nurses hurried about, the smell of antiseptic filled the air, and the harsh fluorescent lights cast a cold, clinical glow.

"Where is she?" Angad demanded, his voice breaking as he grabbed the arm of a passing nurse. "Sahiba Brar, where is she?"

The nurse, seeing the panic in his eyes, quickly pointed him towards the intensive care unit. "She’s in there, sir. The doctors are with her."

Angad rushed to the ICU, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Through the window, he saw Sahiba lying on a bed, hooked up to machines that beeped and whirred, a stark contrast to her usual vibrant self. Her face was pale, a bandage wrapped around her head, and her eyes were closed.

He pushed open the door and stumbled to her bedside, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her.

"Sahiba," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, wake up. I’m here."

Hours passed like centuries, and Angad remained at Sahiba's side, holding her hand, praying for a miracle. Finally, her eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Angad’s heart leapt with hope.

"Sahiba," he said softly, leaning closer. "It’s me, Angad. You’re going to be okay."

Sahiba blinked, her gaze unfocused. She looked at Angad, confusion clouding her eyes. "Who are you?" she asked weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Angad felt as though the ground had been ripped out from under him. "Sahiba, it’s me, Angad," he repeated, his voice filled with desperation. "Your husband."

Sahiba’s brows furrowed in confusion. "Husband?" she echoed. "I... I don’t remember."

Before Angad could respond, the doctor entered the room, his expression grim. He gently guided Angad away from the bed and began to examine Sahiba, asking her simple questions, checking her vital signs.

After a few minutes, the doctor turned to Angad. "Mr. Brar, can I speak with you outside for a moment?"

Angad followed the doctor out of the room, his heart heavy with dread. In the hallway, the doctor spoke softly but firmly. "Mr. Brar, your wife has suffered a severe head injury. It's causing her memory loss."

"How long will it last?" Angad asked, his voice shaking. "Will she get her memory back?"

The doctor sighed. "It’s hard to say. Memory loss can be temporary or permanent. Right now, it’s crucial to give her time to heal. We’ll monitor her progress closely, but there’s no guarantee."

Angad felt as though he had been punched in the gut. He leaned against the wall, tears streaming down his face. "This can’t be happening," he whispered. "She has to remember. She just has to

Over the next few days, Angad stayed by Sahiba’s side, refusing to leave the hospital. He brought her favorite flowers, played her favorite music, and spoke to her for hours, recounting all the memories they had shared. He talked about their wedding, the moments they had laughed together, their confessions of love under the starry sky.

"Do you remember this, Sahiba?" he asked one evening, showing her a picture of them from their wedding day. "You looked so beautiful in your bridal dress. We were nervous, but we promised to make the best of our situation. And then, slowly, we fell in love."

Sahiba looked at the photo, her face blank. "I’m sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I don’t remember any of it."

Angad's heart shattered anew with each failed attempt to jog her memory. He could see the frustration and sadness in her eyes, mirroring his own.

One afternoon, Angad brought a sketchbook filled with Sahiba’s drawings. "You drew these," he said, his voice trembling. "You love art. This one is your favorite scene from your childhood."

Sahiba stared at the sketches, her fingers tracing the lines, but there was no spark of recognition. "I wish I could remember," she said quietly. "But it’s all a blank."

Days turned into weeks, and Angad’s efforts remained in vain. He was exhausted, his eyes red from lack of sleep and constant crying. He felt hopeless, the weight of the situation crushing his spirit.

One night, unable to bear it any longer, Angad broke down completely. He sat by Sahiba’s bed, sobbing uncontrollably. "Please, Sahiba," he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. "Please remember me. Remember us. I can’t do this without you."

Sahiba watched him, tears in her own eyes. She reached out and touched his face, wiping away his tears. "I’m sorry, Angad," she whispered. "I wish I could remember. I really do."

Angad’s sobs grew louder, his heart breaking with each word. He clung to her hand, feeling as though he was losing her all over again. The love they had built, the moments they had shared, all seemed to slip away into the void of forgotten memories.

As the night wore on, Angad finally succumbed to exhaustion, his head resting on the edge of Sahiba’s bed, his tears still flowing. In the quiet of the hospital room, he prayed for a miracle, holding onto a fragile hope that one day, Sahiba would remember the love they had once known.

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Beautifully written.❤️

Chapter 3: A New Beginning

Angad had spent countless sleepless nights by Sahiba's side, recounting their shared memories, showing her photos, and trying to spark a flicker of recognition in her eyes. But despite all his efforts, her gaze remained distant, her mind a blank slate when it came to their past. The weight of it all was crushing, and he could feel his hope slipping away.

One evening, as Angad sat in the hospital room, he glanced at Sahiba, who was quietly reading a book. The frustration and sadness in her eyes mirrored his own. It was then that a realization hit him—perhaps trying to force her to remember was not the answer. Maybe, instead of clinging to the past, they needed to create new memories together

The next morning, Angad woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. He decided to stop pushing Sahiba to remember and instead focus on making her fall in love with him all over again. He wanted to create moments that would bring them closer, experiences that would lay the foundation for a new chapter in their lives.

As Sahiba was having breakfast, Angad approached her with a hopeful smile. "Sahiba, would you like to go out with me today? I have a special surprise planned for you."

Sahiba looked up, intrigued but cautious. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?"

"You'll see," Angad replied, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Trust me, you'll love it."

Angad made all the necessary arrangements, pulling every string he could to ensure the day would be perfect. He wanted it to be like a fairytale, something that would make Sahiba's heart flutter and bring a smile to her face.

By late afternoon, everything was set. Angad led Sahiba to the car, and they drove to a picturesque location on the outskirts of the city. As they arrived, Sahiba gasped in amazement. Before them lay a beautiful garden, transformed into a magical wonderland with twinkling fairy lights, delicate flowers, and enchanting decorations.

"This is incredible," Sahiba whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's like stepping into a fairytale."

Angad smiled, pleased with her reaction. "I wanted to do something special for you. Come, let's explore."

They walked hand in hand through the garden, marveling at the beauty around them. Angad had arranged for a horse-drawn carriage, complete with a driver in traditional attire. Sahiba’s eyes lit up as she saw it.

"A carriage ride? This is amazing, Angad," she said, her excitement palpable.

Angad helped her into the carriage, and they set off on a leisurely ride around the garden. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything. They talked about the beauty of the place, laughed at silly jokes, and for the first time in a long while, Angad saw a genuine smile on Sahiba’s face.

As the carriage ride ended, they arrived at a gazebo decorated with flowers and candles. A small table was set up with a delicious spread of food, and soft music played in the background. Sahiba looked around, her eyes misty with emotion.

"This is all so beautiful," she said softly. "Thank you, Angad."

They sat down to eat, and as the evening progressed, they found themselves lost in conversation. Angad told her stories about his childhood, his dreams, and even his fears. Sahiba listened intently, feeling a connection she couldn't quite explain.

As they finished their meal, Angad reached across the table and took Sahiba’s hand in his. "I know things have been difficult," he began, his voice gentle but earnest. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you. No matter what. We can create new memories together."

Sahiba squeezed his hand, her expression softening. "Thank you, Angad. You've been so kind and patient. I appreciate everything you're doing."

Angad's heart ached with love for her, but he could see that while Sahiba was touched by his efforts, she was still distant. She smiled and enjoyed the evening, but

it was clear that she was not yet in love with him. There was a barrier, a gap that could not be bridged with a single enchanting evening.

As they returned home, the silence in the car was comfortable but also laden with unspoken emotions. Angad glanced at Sahiba, who was staring out of the window, lost in her thoughts.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked gently.

Sahiba turned to him and smiled. "Yes, I did. It was magical. Thank you, Angad."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied, his heart heavy. He wished he could do more, be more, to bring back the love they once shared.

That night, as Sahiba was getting ready for bed, Angad sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. He knew he had to give her space and time. Forcing her to remember or feel something she wasn’t ready for would only push her further away.

"Sahiba," he said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Angad?" she replied, looking at him curiously.

"Do you... do you think we can start over? Build something new, together?" he asked, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Sahiba sighed, sitting down next to him. "Angad, I want to. But it’s hard. I feel like there’s this huge part of my life that’s missing. I appreciate everything you’re doing, but I need to find myself first."

Angad nodded, understanding her struggle. "I get it. And I’ll be here, by your side, no matter what. Take all the time you need."

In the following days, Angad continued to be a supportive and loving presence in Sahiba’s life. He didn’t push her to remember their past, but he also didn’t give up on trying to create new, happy moments with her. He planned small outings, cooked meals for her, and spent time talking and listening to her.

Despite his efforts, Sahiba remained guarded. She enjoyed his company and appreciated his kindness, but the deep, emotional connection they once shared was still out of reach.

One evening, as they were sitting in the garden, Sahiba looked at Angad, her expression thoughtful. "Angad, I want to thank you for everything. I know it’s been hard for you too."

Angad smiled, though his eyes betrayed his sadness. "You don’t have to thank me, Sahiba. I’m doing this because I love you."

Sahiba took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I know. And I care about you too. But I think we need to face the possibility that I may never remember our past."

Angad felt a pang of pain but nodded. "I understand. But that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’ll keep hoping, and I’ll keep trying, but I’ll respect your space and your journey."

Sahiba reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you, Angad. I’m lucky to have you in my life."

As the days turned into weeks, Sahiba and Angad continued to navigate their new reality. The fairytale-themed date had been a beautiful experience, but it had not miraculously healed the gap between them. However, it laid the groundwork for a relationship based on mutual respect and understanding.

Angad learned to cherish the small moments, to find joy in Sahiba’s smiles and laughter, even if they were not yet born from love. He remained hopeful, believing that with time, they could build something just as beautiful as what they had lost.

And so, their journey continued, marked by patience, resilience, and the quiet strength of a love that refused to fade, even in the face of forgotten memories.

To be continued

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I am glad that that they are a building an new future together.

Chapter 4: Room for Compromise

After the fairytale date, Angad and Sahiba returned to the Brar mansion, where life continued amidst the sprawling mansion and the comforting embrace of family. However, the familiarity of their surroundings did little to ease the growing tension between them.

As they settled back into their routine, Sahiba found herself grappling with conflicting emotions. While Angad’s patience and unwavering support were undeniable, she couldn’t shake the unease that lingered whenever they were alone together. The thought of sharing a room, of being so intimately close to him without the memories to anchor her feelings, left her feeling unsettled.

As they prepared for bed, Sahiba hesitated at the threshold of their bedroom. She glanced over at Angad, who was unpacking his clothes, a faint smile on his lips.

"Angad," she began tentatively, "I was thinking... maybe I could sleep in the guest room tonight."

Angad looked up, surprise flickering across his face. "The guest room? But Sahiba, this is our room. Our space."

Sahiba chewed her lip, feeling guilty but resolute. "I know, but... I’m still not comfortable. I need some space, Angad. Please understand

Angad sighed dramatically, setting down his clothes and walking over to Sahiba. He pulled her into a playful embrace, spinning her around. "Come on, Sahiba! It’s not like I snore... much."

Sahiba laughed, pushing him away gently. "It’s not that, Angad. It’s just... I don’t know. I need some time to figure things out."

Angad’s expression softened, his hands finding hers. "I understand, Sahiba. But can we at least compromise? How about you sleep here tonight, and tomorrow we can talk about it?"

Sahiba considered his offer, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay, deal. But no snoring!"

Angad mockingly placed a hand over his heart. "I’m wounded, Sahiba. You wound me."

That night, Sahiba tossed and turned in their bed, the sheets feeling unfamiliar against her skin. She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, of being so close yet so far from the man who had promised her a lifetime of love. The thought of his warm presence beside her brought both comfort and a pang of anxiety.

Meanwhile, Angad lay awake in the guest room, staring at the ceiling. He missed Sahiba’s warmth beside him, her scent that used to lull him to sleep. He wondered if he had done the right thing, giving her space when all he wanted was to hold her close.

The next morning, Sahiba and Angad met in the kitchen, both weary from a restless night. They exchanged tentative smiles, a silent agreement to set aside their differences for the sake of rebuilding their relationship.

"I’m sorry, Angad," Sahiba said softly, pouring them both cups of tea. "I know this is hard for you too."

Angad shook his head, reaching across the table to take her hand. "I just want you to be comfortable, Sahiba. We’ll figure this out together, okay?"

Sahiba nodded, squeezing his hand gratefully. "Okay. Thank you for understanding."

In the days that followed, Sahiba and Angad navigated their new living arrangements with patience and compromise. They respected each other’s boundaries while finding moments to connect and share. Sahiba began to feel more at ease in Angad’s presence, though the lingering uncertainty remained.

One evening, as they sat in the garden under a blanket of stars, Sahiba leaned against Angad’s shoulder, her hand finding his. "Angad," she whispered, "thank you for being so patient with me."

Angad kissed the top of her head, his heart swelling with love and hope. "I love you, Sahiba. And I’ll wait for as long as it takes."

Sahiba smiled softly, feeling a flicker of warmth in her heart. She didn’t have all the answers yet, but in that moment, she knew they were on the right path—a path that would lead them back to each other, one step at a time.

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I love the character of Angad in your story, he is like husband of dreams which every girl wants unlike the character makers churned him out in the show.

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Over the months, Sahiba found herself increasingly drawn to Angad. His patience, kindness, and unwavering love began to break down the walls she had built around her heart. She started noticing the little things he did for her, the way he always made her laugh, and how he was always there when she needed him.

One evening, after a particularly beautiful day spent together, Sahiba found herself lost in thought. She realized that her feelings for Angad had deepened significantly. She wanted to take a step forward, to tell him how she felt.

As they sat in the garden, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights, Sahiba took a deep breath and turned to Angad. "Angad," she began softly, "there's something I need to tell you."

Angad looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. "What is it, Sahiba?"

Sahiba took his hands in hers, her heart pounding. "I... I've been falling in love with you, Angad. Slowly, but surely. I love you."

Angad's eyes widened with surprise and joy. He had waited so long to hear those words. "Sahiba, do you really mean it?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

Sahiba nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "Yes, I do. You've been so patient and loving, and I realize now that I can't imagine my life without you."

Without another word, Angad pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. The kiss was filled with all the love, longing, and passion that had built up over the months. It was a moment of pure connection, one that neither of them would ever forget.

That night, their love for each other blossomed into physical intimacy. They shared a night filled with love, laughter, and deep affection. They talked about their future, their dreams, and how grateful they were to have found their way back to each other.

Weeks passed, and their bond only grew stronger. They spent their days showering each other with love and affection, cherishing every moment together. Their relationship was more solid and fulfilling than ever before.

One morning, Sahiba began to feel unusually tired and nauseous. Angad, ever attentive, noticed immediately and suggested she see a doctor. After a few tests, the doctor gave them surprising news.

"Sahiba, Angad," the doctor said with a warm smile, "congratulations. You're going to have a baby."

Sahiba's eyes widened with joy and disbelief. She turned to Angad, who looked equally stunned but overjoyed. "We're going to be parents," she whispered, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

Angad pulled her into his arms, his heart bursting with love and happiness. "We're going to be parents," he repeated, kissing her forehead. "I can't wait to start this new chapter with you."

Epilogue: Five Years Later

Five years later, the Brar mansion was filled with the laughter and playful shouts of children. Sahiba and Angad had two beautiful kids: Akeer and Akira, who were the joy and pride of their lives.

Akeer, the older of the two, had inherited Angad's adventurous spirit and Sahiba's kind heart. He was always curious, exploring every corner of the mansion and asking endless questions.

Akira, the younger, was a bundle of energy and laughter. She had Sahiba's sparkling eyes and Angad's charming smile. She loved to follow her older brother around, trying to keep up with his adventures.

One sunny afternoon, the family gathered in the garden for a picnic. The kids ran around, playing games and giggling, while Sahiba and Angad watched with hearts full of love and contentment.

"Can you believe it's been five years?" Sahiba said, leaning her head on Angad's shoulder. "We've come so far."

Angad kissed the top of her head, his eyes filled with adoration. "I know. I'm so grateful for every moment we've had together. And I can't wait to see what the future holds for our family."

Sahiba smiled, looking at their children with a heart full of love. "Me too, Angad. Me too."

As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the garden, Sahiba and Angad held each other close, surrounded by the laughter and love of their children. They had faced many challenges, but their love had triumphed, and they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together as a family