The Name I Couldn’t Forget is not a story about dramatic endings.
It is a story about hesitation.
Told through a layered narrative that moves between past and present, the novel follows Sameer Malhotra — a young scholarship student who falls in love with a girl who challenges everything he believes about control, ambition, and certainty.
What begins in a hostel room marked by conflict slowly transforms into something deeper — a love shaped by vulnerability, pride, and the quiet fear of losing oneself. But when ambition demands attention and timing demands courage, Sameer makes a choice that changes more than his future.
Years later, when his son introduces him to a girl with the same name, memory returns — not as pain, but as reflection.

Set against the backdrop of Banaras, rain-soaked evenings, and the relentless rhythm of Mumbai, this novel explores a question many are afraid to ask:
What if love doesn’t fail because it ends —
but because we hesitate?
At its heart, The Name I Couldn’t Forget is about the cost of silence, the weight of ambition, and the kind of love that shapes you long after it leaves.
It is a story about understanding — not regret.
And about the names that stay with us, not to hurt us…
but to teach us.