All Chapters of - Familiar Stranger: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Third Person POV At the end of the corridor, a dark corner that remained untouched by the hospital lights. Two silhouettes stood there, barely visible. Their deliberately hushed tones echoed in the corridor momentarily breaking the otherwise silent corridor “I have all the evidence proving that the encounter was fake.” A soft yet shrill female voice cut through the silence. “ If it is reported you could lose your job.” “I don’t care.” The commanding voice of the man in uniform replied. “I am an honest officer. I will not bend to your demands.” “Officer,” The woman said calmly. “You don’t know me. If you think that just because I don’t live here and I know nothing about you then you are mistaken.” She paused for a breath before continuing smoothly. “I know everything about you. Your beautiful wife. Your pretty little princess. I even have their pictures. See for yourself.” She opened her phone and held it out. His daughter was in her arms and wife stood next to her. Seein

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

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

Samantha Pov With 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

Liam Pov The journalists took the cue and began dispersing. Guests slowly moved towards the banquet hall, their conversations were a low murmur that filled the room. “Why don’t you join Mom and the others for dinner?” I said, gently removing Rose’s hand from my arm. “I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.” “I’ll wait for you.” She replied, her fingers tightening slightly as she placed her hand back on my arm. “We can have dinner together once you’re done.” “Just do as I say,” I cut in, my tone sharper than intended. The politeness that I was holding was long gone. I pulled my arm free and walked away without waiting for her response. I could feel her displeasure without turning back. But I didn’t stop. I walked aimlessly through the hall, my steps slowing as the crowd thinned. Why was I still here? Why hadn’t I left? I didn’t have an answer. My gaze moved across the room, restless, searching for something that I can’t even name . And then my gaze stopp