A whole week has been passed,Everyone was amazed seeing this new style of Suraj in his new painting, it was magical. Whoever saw it, they feel at peace, they feel the warmth of those town citizens happiness through it. 

Suraj: "Mr joshi, I think the time has come for me."

Mr Joshi: "Please don't say it, it brings bad memories last time I litrally imagined myself delivering condoms to love hotel as a delivery boy." 

Suraj: " Don't worry it wouldn't take long, I came back within 2 days last time right? Also I will let you meet some girls in my next gathering."

Mr joshi: "Then it's all settled, I will take care of everything in your absence." 

Suraj left for Monarth Island. He fell asleep on the ship and the weather got really bad , it was typhoon. The ship wasn't able to sail properly and at last it got crashed into stone and it started sinking, pretty much everyone saved themselves by leaving through life boats but suraj was unable to get on to one. He found himself at beach bleeding from head, barely able to open his eyes. 

He saw a girl trying to carry him, when he was about to faint. He hears her words "Don't worry, you will live, I will not let anyone die in accident anymore". 

Suraj opens his eyes and saw the ceiling of a hospital room then a nurse come to check on him then she calls the doctor, as he tries to sit,he hears voices " You have to paint, promise me that you will not forget, bring soul into your painting, next time please help me" hearing all those voices made him panick, his mind was filled with all those words which were correcting him during painting or asking for help and to not forget the promise. He fell off from bed and started screaming loudly "Stop, shut your mouth,you don’t need to tell me what to do. It's my life and why I have to help you? Who are you?".

Another voice rang in his mind "So you forgot it". Hearing this suraj started smashing his head on floor, seeing this chaos, doctor and nurse rushed towards him. They prepared an injection to put him in sleep, suraj tried to fight them even though those moves were fragile. He fell asleep right after injection. 

Doctor: "Nurse, it's seems like he has went through a great trauma and that accident brought all those memories back, make sure to keep your eyes on him and be together with another nurse since we don't know how we will react the next time he wakes up". 

Nurse: "Poor soul, he looks so young yet he is going through this". 

After several hours, Suraj opens his eyes, Nurse came with a plate of apple slices.

Nurse: "Here you go, these glucose bottle aren't sufficient for us human appetite, have an apple." 

Suraj hearing those words went completely blank, once again those voices started roaming in his mind. Those voices were of a lady's and a girl's. He looked at nurse with cold eyes took the plate and threw it on her face. 

"STAY AWAY!!!! Don't come close to me, leave me I can't help you, I can't paint for you" said suraj aggressively. The other nurse froze seeing suraj and didn't moved an inch from her place. Both nurse left the room as suraj started screaming again. Doctor came and forcefully injected another injection. 

Several days has passed, the staff and doctor got the idea that he doesn't have any memories and facing a huge trauma right now from his lost memories. They let him stay in park in morning but whenever he sees a lady or a girl, he starts shooting at them. He keep hearing those voices, At this point he has developed Gynophobia. 

No nurse or any female staff enters in his room or gets near to him, they were all afraid but were they as much afraid as Suraj was? 

The day has come when four men in black came asking about Suraj and his condition. They paid all the due bills, also told them their relationship with Suraj.

This time, when Suraj woke up, he saw another ceiling but this time it felt familiar. A voice of girl rang in his ears "How are you, rising sun?" Suraj turned his heads towards the voice's direction and saw a girl who is in her late 20s. He didn't felt afraid or uncomfortable seeing or hearing her voice, this was the first time it happened since he lost his memories. 

Suraj: "Who are you? Why I feel warmth in my heart seeing you ? Why does my eyes getting teary?" That girl, Her eyes… they were red, swollen, shining like she’d been holding back tears for days.

Even her smile looked trembling, like it was stitched together just so I wouldn’t worry.

There was a kind of tiredness on her face, the kind you only get after spending whole nights awake, praying for someone to wake up. But to me, in that moment, she looked like the safest thing in the world.

She replies "of course, you will feel that way, my little crybaby. I'm your big sister, Pallavi." 

Suraj who broke into tears hearing those words, they were nostalgic for him.

Pallavi: "here have hot choco."

Suraj took a sip and asked about himself to Pallavi. 

Pallavi tells him about his current situation and what he was doing in his life. 

Suraj: "How did I ended up at that island? Why did I planned to visit that place?" 

Pallavi: "I don't have full details as I was in London since past few month because of my piano concerts but I got to know that you first ran away after announcing your comeback in painting world to that island and came back with masterpiece painting, then you told your editor that you are again going somewhere but why? We have no answer on it." 

Suraj : " What if I went there to make another painting?" 

Pallavi: "That's doesn't seem like the case to me, I was even surprised that you actually came back with a painting since you haven't drew anything for past decade. You, announcing your comeback wasn't shocking to me but your comeback was more surprising that's why I planned to come here earlier than I thought to discuss on it but you were nowhere to be found, then we started searching at that island and found you in an hospital." 

Suraj: "why I didn't drew anything for that long?"

Pallavi: " Can you recall any memory from your past or have vague vision of your childhood?"

Suraj tries to remember it, then he says "I see, a hospital room, I am very small and there is a person who is admitted there and I am having conversations with him". 

Pallavi: "That must be dad."

Suraj: "where is he now? And where is our mother?" 

Pallavi looks outside of window and then tells him the whole story of their childhood.

The auditorium buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with murmurs and rustling programs. Tonight, the star of the evening, Srishti Sinha, would perform Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, first and third movements—a melody known for its depth, its melancholy, its quiet power. The crowd was eager, excited, waiting to be carried away. Yet, in the midst of the throng, one young man slouched in a seat, half-asleep, oblivious to the spectacle about to unfold. 

Then, Srishti’s fingers touched the keys. 

Soft, delicate, almost hesitant at first, each note carried a weight that words could never capture. It was as if she were speaking directly to every soul in the room, telling a story through vibrations and silence, every pause a breath of emotion. The first movement whispered, like a book whose pages were filled with longing and quiet sorrow. 

And then—the third movement. 

The sleepy figure in the crowd jolted awake. His eyes widened, and the world seemed to vanish around him. The music surged, alive and untamed, and in that moment, he noticed something no one else could see: the performer herself was lost in her music. 

Every note, every crescendo, every fleeting pause carried her entirely; she was not playing for the audience, not for applause— she was dancing in her own melody, her spirit entwined with every key. 

Something inside him stirred. A sudden, urgent need, a compulsion he could not resist. He reached for his canvas and pens and began to draw. His hands moved in rhythm with the notes, each stroke capturing her not as she was seen by the audience, but as she existed in that moment—pure, luminous, transcendent. He painted her entirely in white, her form light and ethereal, wings of gold unfurling as if she were dancing above a lake, moonlight shimmering across the water below. The colors— white, aqua, and gold—were enough to convey the music that no words could touch. By the time the last note faded into silence, his painting was complete. 

After the performance, Srishti moved through the autograph line for VIP fans, her smile gracious but tired. Somehow, he managed to slip in unnoticed. Instead of asking for her signature, he pressed the painting into her hands.

Srishti froze, eyes widening as she beheld the image. It was exactly what she had felt while playing, the essence of her own soul captured in paint, frozen in time yet alive. 

“My… who painted this?” she whispered. 

“Mayank. Mayank Oberoi,” he replied softly. 

From that moment onward, a quiet ritual began. Every show, every autograph session, they met. Mayank’s canvas followed him, and Srishti’s music filled the spaces in his life he hadn’t known were empty. He painted her tirelessly, brush capturing melody, light, and movement. Slowly, over the course of a year, something deeper bloomed between them—a love that had begun in silence, in stolen glances, in music and paint. For Mayank, it had been love from the very first note.

And though the world around them moved forward, the memory of that first night—the music, the wings of gold, the moonlit lake— remained eternal, a heartbeat frozen in time. 

Soon after they married each other, enjoying their married life and had a daughter named Pallavi. Then after 6 years they had another child and it was son. They gave him name Suraj. 5 years has been passed since you came to our life.

Pallavi continues the backstory, “We used to attend every concert of our mother and you really loved her moonlight sonata the most but soon after Dad caught Alzheimer’s disease. It isn't curable and one will die soon. Dad was only able to live 7 months after discovering this disease. Mother went in complete depression, she lost the sight in her world because that moonlight which she always longed in her world has disappeared. 

I tried several times to bring our mother back but it was you who gave him the light again. 

Suraj: "Mama, please stop crying, Sister told me everything that daddy left us alone and become star in sky but don't worry, I am here and sister is here too, we will do lot's things that will make dad jealous and regret for leaving us behind." 

 

Mother hugged you strongly and started crying even more loudly and said "Thank you, thank you for leaving another light in my world." 

From that day, Mother made you learn painting, just like how dad used to for her. From morning till night, she was focusing so much on you, she thought that one day you will definitely make the painting which once Dad made for her. You too never stepped back, you always listened to her and wanted to fulfill her wish and during that you made several masterpieces that gave you the title of being the youngest artist in history with many masterpieces. You definitely inherited Dad's talent. Your last painting was of panda feeding a bamboo to her baby while caressing her baby.

As Pallavi tells this, suraj Asks, “why it become my last painting? 

What happened afterwards?".

Pallavi continues, I started having my piano lessons and I was mostly practicing in London but I got to know that mother developed a heart disease and she got a heart attack in which she didn't survived. That came as a big shock for you that you even lost memory or i should say that you sealed every memory of your childhood including our mother's death and never asked about our parents from then onwards. You thought that you used to hear the voices that made you paint and I too made you believe it so that you can move in your life and live for yourself now. That was the whole story. 

Suraj took a breath and lay down on bed, collecting his every emotion and thoughts. 

Pallavi: "I am sorry, both time I wasn't with you when you were going through such time, I've made up that I will stay with you until you get your memories." 

Suraj: "sorry for causing trouble to you".

Pallavi: "stupid! But oh well you can treat me anytime when you get well, if you feel sorry fufu."

They both smiled and laughed. 

 

Suraj sat quietly, his eyes fixed on the fading sunlight outside the window. His father’s voice broke the silence, calm yet carrying a weight that lingered in the air. 

“Suraj,” he called softly. 

“Yes, Dad?” His father smiled faintly, a trace of nostalgia flickering in his gaze. 

“Do you know how I fell in love with your mother?” Suraj shook his head, watching him intently. 

“I always believed I was meant to be someone’s knight,” his father began, his tone warm but wistful. “I thought my duty was to protect the woman I loved with all my strength, to guard her till my last breath. But when I met your mother… everything changed.” He paused for a moment, his eyes drifting toward the sky, as though searching for a distant memory. 

“I realized it wasn’t necessary for me to be a knight,” he continued. “Life will always test us—it throws hardships our way without mercy. But the truth is, facing those storms together is what makes life worth living. That’s how you find happiness—not by carrying every burden alone, but by sharing it. Pain, when shared, loses half its weight. And happiness, when shared, multiplies.” A gentle smile curved his lips. “When I met your mother, it felt like I had found my world—my Srishti. And that world gave me you and Pallavi. You two filled our lives with more joy than I could have ever asked for.” His voice softened, trembling slightly. “So even if I disappear from that world someday… you and Pallavi will still complete it. 

Together.”

Suraj woke up catching his breath, tears were coming out of his eyes naturally. 

"Was it a dream or a memory?"

Months passed quickly and it was already December. During those months what stuck the most with suraj were his Dad's word. He finally made up his mind.

Suraj: "Sister, I am leaving to that island to find the missing answers. Thanks for being with me but now I want to find myself, me who was changed by something or someone at that island."

Pallavi: "I knew that you will make this decision, I wouldn't stop you since somethings you need to do it by yourself and I believe in my brother." 

Suraj: "I promise, that next time you will meet your brother."

Pallavi: "My big big idiot, you are my brother, memories aren't everything, they are just shape of human mind and soul not the mind and soul itself." After saying this, Pallavi hugged suraj and said "but promise me one thing that you will come back". 

Suraj: "Definitely, after all my treat is still pending for you." Pallavi smiled then she gave an advise. 

Pallavi: " I think you should first try to find the person who carried you to the hospital, that person was a girl in her early 20s." Suraj nodded and started packing to leave for Manorath Island.