Harjot's ghost lingered in every London fog, a whisper in the tube announcements. Binder, heart in his backpack, chased a love lost across the Atlantic. There was Zoe, a whirlwind of laughter and art-house films. Catherine, a calming presence with a bookshop full of forgotten stories. Preet, a childhood fire rekindled in a crowded curry house. Each woman a chapter, each city a heartbeat. But even amidst laughter and stolen glances, Binder couldn't escape the question: was he searching for love, or the ghost of what he'd lost?