LOGINCatherine PovSamantha was right the dance step could be performed by anyone. That can’t be the basis for accusing anyone. I was scanning the room when my eyes landed on my son Liam who was looking restless and was explaining something to Kabir who was sitting next to him . All of a sudden, his gaze shifted and halted. I followed his gaze and was shocked to find him looking intently towards Miss Blake who was holding his gaze. But why is he so interested in her. What is it that has attracted her. I need to find. Things are not so simple as they look on the surface.I scanned the room once again and found a corner which was slightly less crowded . Picking my belongings I went there and dialled a number. At first, it was not answered. I tried again, this time the call was connected . A sharp baritone voice boomed from other side.“ Hello, good evening, madam.” His voice was steady and controlled.“ Daniel where were you? I was calling you.” I asked, irritation slipping through desp
Samantha PovWith slow steps, I walked toward the podium and stopped near the bowl.My hands trembled slightly as I reached inside and picked a folded chit. My heart was beating rapidly. The moment I read the chit, my body shivered. For a brief moment countless what-ifs rushed through my mind.What if he recognises me. No. This can't happen. Not now.I quickly pushed the thoughts away.Don’t forget , you are Samantha and no one knows who you are . I reminded myself firmly.This single thought was enough to calm my racing heart, but still my body stiffened. I carefully read the name aloud.“Liam Turner.”The moment I announced the name, the lights dimmed and soft romantic music filled the hall.With low and hesitant steps Liam walked toward me and took my hand. Together we moved slowly towards the dance floor.The moment his fingers touched mine, a shiver ran down my spine.His touch revived those memories that I had buried deep inside my mind.Memories of Kashmir.The good old days
Liam Pov The dance halted when the music changed.Samantha gracefully slipped her hand out of mine and walked away. Yet the warmth of her touch lingered on my palm. The moment she left, my hands felt strangely cold.I loosened my tie and walked toward the bar.After taking my drink, I chose a table that was a little away from the main crowd. Sitting there, I kept gazing at the amber liquid in my glass.Why does she feel so familiar?The moment she placed her hand on my shoulder, it felt like a homecoming. Her touch sent a warmth through me that travelled straight to my heart and eased something deep inside. And the way she clapped her hands before twirling, hitting my palm mid-spin as if we were playing a high five. Just as Sanjana used to do.My chest tightened. Her touch had felt too familiar. When she leaned against my chest during the dance, it felt like a balm to my aching heart.I have danced with countless women, but I have never felt this way with any of them. Not even with
Third Person POVShe was the last one to step forward.The moment she unfolded the chit and said, “Liam Turner,” the lights dimmed. Soft music flowed through the hall like a quiet invitation. One by one, couples moved toward the dance floor.Kabir extended his hand towards Rose. She ignored it. Instead, she stepped ahead without touching him. Kabir moved quickly and caught up with her, gripping her hand firmly before she could pull away. He forcibly placed her hand on his shoulder and rested his palm at her waist.“Don’t you dare cross your boundaries.” She hissed, her nose scrunched, jaw clenched. Her nails dug sharply into his palm. Kabir winced but said nothing.Rose’s anger doubled when Kabir twirled her and her eyes landed on Liam and Samantha.On the far end Liam walked toward Samantha slowly. His steps were neither casual nor playful.He studied her eyes as though searching for something buried deep within them. A familiarity that he can’t quite place.When his hand settled o
Third Person pov All the eyes turned towards her. Samantha bent quickly, pretending to dust her gown as if the broken plate were her only concern. Her breath came unevenly. Tiny beads of sweat formed along her temple. Before she could steady herself, Liam stepped forward. “Be easy, Miss. Accidents do happen.” His voice was calm, reassuring. He handed her a glass of water. Their fingers brushed. A spark. Not imagined. Not subtle. Liam felt it shoot through him like live current. His jaw tightened slightly. He had never reacted like this before ,not even with Rose. Except once. Except years ago. Only for one person. Sanjana. He pulled out his handkerchief and gently wiped the perspiration from her forehead. She didn’t move. Didn’t resist. Didn’t breathe. Their eyes locked. Something unspoken passed between them, a recognition without logic. Memory without proof. Helping her made him feel alive. And that terrified him. At the far end, partially hidden behind a pillar, R
Third Person POV“I am sorry, child.” The words echoed in her ears. White lights. A hospital room. A new face. A new identity. They swirled before her eyes like fragments of a broken reel.The world slipped away, leaving her numb and hollow.“Sanjana—!” She jerked violently.“Samantha! Wake up!” Her eyes flew open as hands gripped her shoulders. Harsh white light replaced the ceiling she had been staring at. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air.“You were screaming,” Hannah said, fear etched across her face. “You kept saying his name.”Samantha turned her face away, her heart pounding.Liam.Flashback EndsThe Following MorningAt breakfast, Samantha sat quietly, absently stirring her juice when Uncle Henry entered.“Good morning, Sam. How are you feeling today?” He pulled out a chair and sat down, lifting his glass of juice.“Good morning, Uncle. Is there something you want to say?” She asked, taking a bite of toast.“Yes.” He slid an envelope toward her. “I received an invitation
Sanjana POV The next few days passed in recording, editing, and my playful banter with Liam and Kabir. We had grown quite close. Kabir is like the best friend I had always longed for—steady, funny, and kind. As for Liam, I can’t name the feelings I have for him.That day, I had opened my heart to
Sanjana POV As the first light of dawn peeked through the cottage windows, everything lit up in a soft golden glow. I was sitting there, wrapped in Liam’s coat, listening to the birds chirpingoutside. Outside, everything looked calm and untouched, almost innocent, but inside me, everything felt di
Sanjana POV Liam’s phone felt surprisingly heavy in my palm, so warm that it almost pulsed against my skin. I lifted my gaze to him, feeling utterly helpless as the flickering light from the small window caught the contours of his face—an ever-present blend of calm and concern that somehow steadi
Liam Pov The next morning, the air in the studio felt distinctly different, as if that very air had shifted. Or perhaps it was just me. After what Kabir had said last night here in the studio, every step toward the recording booth carried a heaviness I couldn’t shake off. His words had made a dist







