BACK 2 FORWARD

WARNING! Contains flashing images from the beginning.

Starring: Adnan Amir, Ellen Jones, Paul Rushton, Alisha Tauro, Shervin Panahgar and Maria-Solberg Williams
Writer | Director | Producer | Creator: Adnan Amir
Music: Matthew Parker

A highly acclaimed British romantic thriller starring multiple Best Actor award winner Adnan Amir, following its packed Everyman Cinema premiere and earning five star audience reactions.

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An underground, new-wave romantic thriller about love, choice, and the lives we don't see coming.Roshan wakes after a brutal attack with his lost memories restored, and a shocking truth revealed. Hunted for a string of murders, he must prove his innocence and protect the woman he lovesAs the clock ticks, betrayals mount and danger closes in. Who is the real killer, Ria, Anna, Danny, Amit, Kelly...or Roshan himself?

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Back 2 Forward explores how a single moment can alter the course of a life.At its core, it's a love story about obsession, memory and the fragile nature of fate. If Roshan and Kelly had not been left stranded, their story would never have begun.The film asks a simple question: If you change one moment, does everything else change with it?The story continues through three companion novels set in alternate timelines within the Back 2 Forward universe.

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"WHAT SETS ADNAN APART ISN'T JUST TALENT, BUT TRUTH. AN AUTHENTICITY SO RARE AND POWERFUL THAT EVERY EMOTION FEELS LIVED, NOT PERFORMED. THAT'S WHY HE WINS BEST ACTOR, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T JUST PLAY THE ROLE, HE MAKES YOU BELIEVE EVERY SECOND OF IT.THE WAY HE'S DIRECTED AND SHAPED THIS FILM IS ON ANOTHER LEVEL. THERE'S SOMETHING SO UNIQUE IN HIS STORYTELLING, SOMETHING YOU DON'T SEE OFTEN. I WASN'T EXPECTING IT to BE THIS BRILLIANT, BUT IT TRULY IS." Anna

ADNAN AMIR

Adnan Amir is the creator of the Back 2 Forward universe and the writer, director, producer, and lead actor behind the independent romantic thriller Back2 Forward. An award-winning actor and filmmaker and author, he built the film through passion, persistence and a deep belief in the power of storytelling.Here is what he had to say about the journey behind the film.They said it couldn't be done. I made it anyway... because the story needed to be told. Back 2 Forward is more than a film, it's proof that determination and passion can overcome anything.Sometimes the hardest films to make are the ones that need to exist most.Watch Adnan share his first idea behind Back 2 Forward.

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"I couldn't put it down. I felt like I was right there with the characters, living every moment with them. I loved the way one small change could shift everything, kept me completely hooked, yet somehow these characters always found their way back to each other.There's something really special about that kind of storytelling. It feels real, it feels unique, and it stays with you after you've finished. I've loved every book and I'm actually going to read them again as I think it's really clever how they connect with the film." Mel

NOVELS

The story continues beyond the screen. Discover the companion novels that expand the Back 2 Forward universe, revealing deeper perspectives, hidden motivations and new layers to the story set in alternate timelines. Read the first five chapters of Heart Lines for free, just click on the free chapters heading!

"I STARTED HEART LINES THIS MORNING AND HAVE NEARLY FINISHED IT, COULDN'T PUT IT DOWN! READ IT ON MY WAY TO WORK, ANY CHANCE I GOT, IN THE OFFICE AND WAY HOME. ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT." Sara

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HEART LINES — Back 2 Forward
A Novel by Adnan Amiri© 2025 Adnan Amir • All rights reserved.
Website: back2forwardmovie.com • Instagram: @adnanamir09No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by UK copyright law.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover and interior design: Colossal FilmsiiHEART LINES—Back 2 ForwardTable of ContentsCHAPTER ONE – The Wrong Kind of Silence .............................................. 1
CHAPTER TWO – Somewhere That Stays Awake ..................................... 4
CHAPTER THREE – Eight Months Earlier ..................................................10
CHAPTER FOUR – Fractures Beneath the Surface ..................................18
CHAPTER FIVE – Fault Lines and Fantasies ..............................................26
CHAPTER SIX – Between the Lines ...............................................................37
CHAPTER SEVEN – Beneath the Surface ....................................................53
CHAPTER EIGHT – Cracks in the Mirror .....................................................61
CHAPTER NINE – Touched Nerves ...............................................................68
CHAPTER TEN – Beneath the Surface ..........................................................77
CHAPTER ELEVEN – Into the North .............................................................89
CHAPTER TWELVE – The Setup .....................................................................98
CHAPTER THIRTEEN – Fire and Silence.................................................. 106
CHAPTER FOURTEEN – Tiffany’s ............................................................... 115
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – Loose Ends ............................................................... 124
iiiCHAPTER ONE – The Wrong Kind of SilenceJFK Airport – A Memory He Can’t PlaceThe crowd moved like cattle—slow, pulsing, irritable. The
fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a sound that felt too loud, too close. Roshan’s fingers trembled as he gripped the black rucksack tighter against his chest. His pulse thudded in his throat, louder than the announcements echoing through JFK’s vast terminal. A cop stood near the arrival board, scanning the crowd. Roshan didn’t make eye contact. He couldn’t.He adjusted his hoodie, lowered the baseball cap on his head, and took one cautious step forward. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was walking toward the exit, or remembering walking toward it. The edges of the moment didn’t quite fit together.Almost there.His phone vibrated. Another blocked call.He ignored it.1The bag felt heavier with every passing second. Sweat trickled down his back despite the air conditioning. He glanced left—just passengers, families, jet-lagged tourists.But then… there he was. That same guy from the plane. The tall one with the buzzcut and black leather jacket. He hadn’t stopped staring since Heathrow. Now he was trailing again, subtly, but definitely.Roshan broke into a faster walk. The terminal signs blurred past him—Exit, Customs, Toilets—but he kept going, weaving through people like a ghost. The man behind him adjusted pace, just slightly.
He knew.Roshan reached the bathrooms and ducked in. He slid into a stall, slammed it shut, locked it. Chest heaving. He dropped the bag on
the toilet lid and sat beside it. His hand slipped into his jacket. He pulled out the photo. Yellow graffiti. A warehouse. Water in the background.Brooklyn. It had to be Brooklyn.There was a name scrawled faintly in pencil on the back: LYN-W. He mouthed it again. “Brooklyn Warehouse.” It wasn’t a clue. It was a target.2The man’s voice came back to him. Raspy. Warped by a voice modulator. “You’ve got the bag. Now take it where we told you. Or the girl dies. Just like the last one.”Roshan clenched his jaw. Not again. Not her. He wouldn’t let it happen again.He wiped his face, stuffed the photo back in his pocket, and picked up the rucksack. It clinked softly—glass, metal, unknown weight. As he opened the stall to leave, his heart nearly stopped.The buzzcut man stood by the sinks, glancing at his reflection. Not looking. But very aware.Roshan turned away, forced a calm stride toward the door. He pushed it open, stepped into the chaos of the terminal again. And ran.3CHAPTER TWO – Somewhere That Stays AwakeOne Year Earlier – New York CityKelly’s laugh sparkled across the table, rich and bold, the kind that turned heads.“I’m telling you,” she said, holding up a limp slice of pepperoni, “this is not what I imagined when people raved about New York pizza. Where’s the crunch? Where’s the soul?”Roshan smiled. “That’s the third insult to New York tonight. You might get deported.”“I’m American,” she grinned, blue eyes flashing. “Born and raised on the East Coast, remember? I’ve had better slices in Jersey gas stations.”They sat in a no-frills pizza joint off 32nd Street, the kind with sticky floors and handwritten menus. Kelly looked effortlessly striking even in a hoodie and jeans — dark brunette waves falling around her face, eyes too expressive to hide behind sarcasm. There was something magnetic about her — open and sharp at the same time.4Roshan Khan sat across from her, one arm slung over the back of the booth, watching her like she might disappear if he blinked too long. He was tall, dark-skinned, handsome in that quiet, slow-burn kind of way — Yorkshire in his voice, calm in his presence.“You always this picky about pizza?” he asked.“I’m just saying,” she said, leaning in slightly, “if I’m going to fall in love with a city, I need it to feed me properly.”He smirked. “So you fall in love easily?”“Only with cities. And dogs. People take longer.”Roshan chuckled and looked out the rain-streaked window. The city outside shimmered in reflected reds and yellows. “So why New York? You could’ve gone anywhere.”“I almost went to Manchester,” she said, poking the crust. “Got offered a place in med school. It felt right — till it didn’t. I needed something more human. Ended up doing this charity programme here — working with kids, trauma recovery, emotional resilience.”“That’s big work,” Roshan said softly.5She shrugged. “Someone’s got to hold the pieces.”He studied her, then nodded slowly. “I get that.”She tilted her head. “And you? What brings a Yorkshire boy across the ocean?”“Leadership course,” he said. “It made sense on paper. But I dropped it. Started playing small gigs, doing freelance marketing research stuff, just… trying to breathe, I guess.”“Running or searching?”“A bit of both,” he admitted. “My dad once missed a train to a meeting. Last-minute change. That train derailed. No survivors.”Kelly’s expression stilled. “That’s—Jesus.”Roshan’s eyes softened. “I can’t even imagine my life without my dad—he’s such a strong, amazing guy. He’s like, life’s an adventure. Go live it…One day, when I grow up, I wanna be like him!”6Kelly smiled warmly. “He sounds like a really nice person. I’m sure he’s really proud of you too.”“Yeah. Ever since then, I’ve tried not to wait too long when something feels right. Life can flip on you fast.”She nodded, eyes suddenly softer. “So this, tonight… feels right?”Roshan didn’t answer immediately. Just looked at her, like he was memorising the moment.“Yeah,” he said. “It does.”They sat in comfortable quiet for a moment, listening to the buzz of the city through the window.Then Kelly added casually, “I ran into a guy earlier. Danny? He knows Ria. Said he’s in town, his mom’s undergoing some treatment trials.”Roshan’s jaw tightened, barely. “Yeah. Okay.”7“He seemed nice,” she said, unaware of the subtle shift in Roshan’s expression. “Charming, maybe a little intense.”Roshan didn’t push. Just nodded. “I’ve heard a few things about him, sounds like he’s got… layers.”Kelly raised a brow, amused. “What, like an onion?”“No, more like a landmine.”
But he said it with a half-smile, so she didn’t take it seriously.“Noted,” she said, smirking. “You’re a tough guy to read, Roshan.”“And you’re easy to talk to,” he replied.Their eyes locked. The moment lingered — unspoken but felt.Outside, the sirens hummed. Somewhere, a cab splashed through a puddle. But inside, time slowed.“I feel like I’ve always known you,” she said suddenly. “Even before we met. Is that crazy?”8Roshan didn’t blink. “No. I feel it too.”Her smile was quiet, but it reached all the way into her eyes.9CHAPTER THREE – Eight Months EarlierNew York City – Midtown Medical HospitalDanny wheeled his mother through the wide corridor of the
oncology wing, her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders. The sterile lights above buzzed softly, and the walls were lined with posters that tried — and failed — to make the place feel warm.“I thought you said Room 213,” Danny muttered, scanning the room numbers again. “None of these are even in the 200s.”“I told you to ask at the desk,” his mother said gently, amusement in her tired voice.“Thought I had it covered,” he sighed, half to himself.At that moment, a doctor turned the corner, reading from a tablet. Amit. Neatly dressed, quick on his feet. He looked up, recognised Danny, then smiled politely.“You look lost, again.”10Danny gave a nod, trying to stay composed. “Yeah, we were told Room 213 for the trial consult, but this wing’s all 300s.”Amit glanced at the tablet, then gave a half-laugh. “Classic admin reshuffle — it’s Room 212 now. New wing. They moved everything for air unit testing.”“Right,” Danny said. “Of course they did.”Amit stepped closer. “I can take her if you like. It’s on my way.”
Danny hesitated, then looked at his mother. She gave him a tired nod, already warming to the doctor’s calm energy. “He seems efficient.”Danny exhaled. “Okay. Yeah. Thanks.”As Amit took the handles and gently began steering the wheelchair, Danny hung back a second to grab his bag from the floor.He turned just as Kelly exited the trauma ward at the end of the
hallway, clipboard under her arm. Their eyes met.“Well, well,” Danny said with a crooked smile, catching up to her as they neared the elevator. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”11Kelly gave a soft laugh. “Midtown Medical’s got some strong stalker vibes from you right now.”“I’m just a devoted son,” he replied, nodding toward his mum being wheeled away. “And a man who clearly can’t navigate a hospital building.”“Lucky you’ve got backup,” she teased, glancing at Amit ahead.They stepped into the lift together.“I didn’t know you were still on the trauma placement,” he said.“I wrapped last week,” Kelly replied. “I’m just dropping off some reports. After this, it’s mainly back to the charity project full time.”“Well,” Danny said, flashing a smile, “don’t disappear too fast. I’ll miss you!”Kelly arched an eyebrow. “I thought you came for the high-stakes diagnostics and vending machine coffee?”“How did you find out?”12The elevator dinged. As the doors slid open, Danny’s phone buzzed.
He glanced at it — unreadable — then back at her.“I’ll see you around, Kelly.”She tilted her head, amused. “I’m sure you will.”He stepped out, glanced back once — then disappeared into the corridor.Later That Evening – Lower ManhattanThe sidewalk hummed with late-evening energy. Neon signs flickered across concrete and cab windows.Roshan was adjusting his guitar strap just beneath a plaza fountain where the acoustics weren’t great — but the soul of the place made up for it.“You’re actually going through with it?” Kelly asked, grinning.13“You dared me.”“I didn’t think you’d take it personally.”He raised a brow. “You clearly don’t know Yorkshire men.”He stepped into the open space, settled on a bench, and started strumming. The chords echoed across the plaza — loose, free, magnetic. A few passersby dropped coins into the open guitar case. Kelly leaned against a post, hiding a laugh as he winked mid-song.When he finished, a few passersby clapped — not just politely, but with real appreciation. Someone dropped a five-dollar bill in his case. Another gave a soft “you’re amazing” as they walked past.Kelly mock-applauded as she approached. “Wow,” she said, eyes twinkling. “That was actually good. Like… almost professionally
good.”Roshan glanced up, grinning. “Almost?” He slung his guitar back in the case. “Careful, darling — I might start charging you for private encores.”Kelly raised a brow. “You assume I’d stick around for one.”14He leaned in, just close enough. “You always do.”She tried to hold his gaze but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips — or the blush that bloomed across her cheeks.“Shut up,” she said lightly, brushing a curl from her face.
But her eyes lingered.And so did his.They started walking toward the subway station.Roshan’s phone buzzed.He smiled when he saw the screen. “Salam, Ammi.”Kelly turned her head with a grin.Roshan’s mum’s voice came through: “Are you wearing a jacket? It’s cold.”“I’m fine,” he said. “I’m with someone.”15“Oho! With who?”Kelly leaned in. “Tell her I said hi.”Roshan passed the message along.In the background, his dad shouted, “She’s got honest eyes! What’s she doing with you?” followed by laughter.“Alright, alright,” Roshan laughed. “Talk later.”He slipped the phone away.“They’re so sweet,” Kelly said.“They’re trouble,” he replied. “But I wouldn’t change them.”They paused at a street corner, letting a bike whiz past.“You know,” Kelly said, suddenly thoughtful, “the more I see you, the more I feel like we were supposed to meet.”16He looked over at her, quieter now. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking that too.”The lights changed. They crossed the street in silence, but something about the way their hands brushed — like the air between them was charged — said more than words.17

CHAPTER FOUR – Fractures Beneath the SurfaceNew York City – Five and a Half Months AgoThe rooftop didn’t belong to them, but it felt like it did.High above the noise of the city, framed by rusted pipes and an old satellite dish that never worked, Kelly and Roshan sat side by side on a crate, nursing cheap coffee from a bodega that somehow tasted better under the stars.They’d spent the afternoon walking in High Line, sharing headphones and arguing over the best Elliot Gold album. At a food truck near 14th, they’d split the worst tacos either of them had ever eaten— and laughed so hard that they nearly cried.Now, in the hush of the rooftop, Roshan reached over and gently took her hand. His thumb moved in slow circles over her palm, tracing the grooves like he was reading her story.“You’ve got strong heart lines,” he said softly, still studying her hand.Kelly smiled, her breath catching just slightly. “Is that your subtle way of flirting?”18He looked up at her, his eyes suddenly serious. “No. It’s my honest way.”He leaned forward. The kiss came like a natural exhale — slow, warm, inevitable. And when their lips met, it felt like everything. Like the world tilted just slightly to make space for it.When they pulled apart, Kelly leaned her head on his shoulder. The stars above blinked in scattered constellations.Kelly pulled her jacket tighter around her. “Do you ever think about the roads not taken?”Roshan tilted his head. “Like what?”She glanced at him, her breath visible in the air. “You know how I was supposed to study medicine. In Manchester. Had everything lined up. Even looked at apartments.”He blinked, “Yeah, so crazy when you think about it.”She nodded. “Yeah. I backed out last minute. Something didn’t feel right.”19Roshan shook his head. “Imagine us both walking down Oxford Road at the same time and never knowing.”“Crazy,” she said, her voice quiet now. “We could’ve passed each other every day and never said a word.”He smiled, watching her from the corner of his eye. “Or maybe I’d have bumped into you on purpose.”Kelly turned to him slowly. “And I’d have told you to watch where you’re going.”He laughed, and something eased between them again.
Comfortable. Charged.“But I like this version better,” she said softly. “This version, where I met you here.”Roshan’s throat tightened. She looked out at the skyline. “You ever get the feeling you were always meant to meet someone? Like even if you’d taken a different road, they’d still have found you eventually?”He didn’t answer right away.20Instead, he studied her face—lit by the glow of a flickering rooftop bulb, eyes faraway but honest.“Yeah,” he said finally. “I feel that right now.”Her lips parted slightly, like she might say something more—but instead, she smiled and looked away.And for a second, the world around them felt still.Elsewhere – Upper East Side ApartmentDanny sat in the corner of the dim living room, the only light coming from the flicker of his laptop screen. Old photos. University debate competitions. One of him and his mother outside Columbia Presbyterian. She looked tired in that photo.The screen went black.Danny didn’t move.21Then his fingers twitched and he opened the side drawer. Inside—a stack of journals, all handwritten. The top one had Kelly’s name
underlined.He touched it with care.Like it might shatter if he held on too long.Midtown Medical Building – Oncology Research DivisionAmit adjusted his blazer, walking briskly through the hallway. His badge gave him access to almost every wing. Perks of a famous father and a little charm.He paused at the door of Room 403.Danny’s mother lay inside, tubes running from her arm, pale but lucid. Kelly sat beside her, reading softly from a children’s book—the kind the older patients sometimes liked, nostalgic and simple.Amit watched through the glass. Kelly laughed gently at something the woman said.22Danny stood behind him, arms folded. “She’s good with her.”Amit didn’t turn. “She’s good with everyone.”Danny’s voice lowered. “I’ve never met anyone like her.”Amit turned now, eyes steady. “Yeah she deserves someone special.”Danny smiled. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “Why? You think I don’t deserve someone like Kelly?”Amit didn’t blink. “No, I’m just saying. I think Kelly deserves someone as amazing as her.”Danny said nothing.
But his jaw twitched.23Downtown Jazz Bar – Later That WeekRoshan was on stage again. Bare lightbulbs. Muffled applause. A stool and his guitar. He didn’t say much. He didn’t need to.He just played.Kelly watched from the back, tucked in a shadowed booth, chin resting on her hand.One of the songs—new, rough around the edges—had a line she hadn’t heard before:“I think I’ve always loved you, even when I didn’t know what love was.”She sat up, heart hammering.Roshan looked up for just a moment.
And their eyes met.24She smiled—unsure, surprised, maybe even a little scared.But she didn’t look away.Neither did he.25CHAPTER FIVE – Fault Lines and FantasiesNew York City – Four Months AgoThe clinic smelled of hand sanitiser and old paint. Floor four, oncology wing — the waiting room always too quiet, even with the low hum of vending machines and distant coughs.Kelly sat beside Danny’s mother, her hand gently resting on the older woman’s wrist. “You’ve got a fighter’s spirit,” she said with a warm smile.Danny leaned against the far wall, watching them. Noticing every detail. The way Kelly’s hair curled slightly behind her ear. The way she smiled when she meant it — and when she didn’t. The way his mother’s face softened when Kelly was near.“Isn’t she wonderful?” his mother said suddenly, looking at him.Danny straightened. “She is.”Kelly laughed politely, brushing it off, but something flickered behind Danny’s eyes.26She stood. “I’ll be back tomorrow. I promised Ayesha we’d paint story rocks together.”“You’re too good,” Danny’s mum said, squeezing her hand.Danny stepped closer. “I’ll walk you out.”They headed down the corridor in silence.“You didn’t have to come so often,” he said eventually. “You’ve done enough.”Kelly looked up at him. “It’s not about doing enough. Your mum’s brave. And I like being around her.”Danny’s jaw tightened, then softened. “You’re rare, you know that?”Kelly smiled, a little wary. “I’m just doing what anyone would.”He stopped at the exit. “Not everyone would.”27A long pause hung between them. She gave him a quick nod, then walked toward the street.Danny watched her go, hands clenched in his coat pockets. He didn’t move for a long time.Brooklyn – Medical Housing Common RoomAnna poured another glass of wine, her cheeks flushed.“He’s intense,” she was saying to Ria, sprawled out on the couch.“Who?” Ria asked, half-scrolling through a study sheet on her phone.“Danny. I bumped into him again at the cafeteria earlier. He just...appeared at my table, like he’d been waiting for me to look up.” Anna laughed lightly. “He remembered what I was wearing last
week.”28Ria’s eyes lifted from her phone. “Leaning creepy.”Anna tilted her head, thinking. “I don’t know… He’s got this way of
looking at you — like he’s figured you out already. He asked me out,
actually. Said we should do dinner. No noisy crowd, just us.” She
smiled faintly. “I said yes.”Ria frowned. “You sure about that?”Anna waved it off. “He’s just misunderstood. He’s dealing with a lot.”“Anna, you’re not his therapist,” Ria said, sitting up now.Anna smirked, swirling her wine. “Didn’t say I was. But… he’s interesting.”Ria shook her head. “Look, just be careful. He’s… intense in ways you don’t see at first.”Anna rolled her eyes, but the words stuck. Just enough to linger later that night when Danny messaged her a quote from a poem she’d never shared with him.29“She walks in beauty, like the night.”
How did he know she loved that line?Lower East Side – Jazz BarRoshan was mid-set when Kelly entered again. This time with Danny after visiting his mum.Ria was already at the bar, sipping ginger ale and trying not to feel out of place.Kelly leaned into Roshan’s orbit like a satellite that didn’t know how to escape gravity. Danny watched her the entire time.When Roshan came down, towel around his neck, sweat on his brow, Kelly rose to greet him with a spark in her eyes — until Danny stepped up beside her.“Great set,” Danny said, reaching to shake Roshan’s hand.Danny gave a half-smile, eyes scanning Roshan like he was trying to figure him out. “You’re so versatile, the way your mind30works…music, words, people. I wish I could train mine to do that. Control it. Shape it. Instead, it just…loops.”For a second, something flickered across his face — not envy exactly, but something close.Roshan’s smile barely flickered. “Thanks, music’s like therapy.”But inside, something twisted. He wasn’t used to praise from Danny— not like this. It felt almost sincere, but there was a weight behind it, like the words were pulling double duty. Like Danny wasn’t just admiring — he was studying him.Kelly stepped in lightly, sensing something awkward in the air. “I keep telling him that,” she said with a smile, though her tone was too bright — the kind of smile you give when you’re not sure what else to do with the moment.As the tension thickened, Ria approached, defusing the energy with an easy grace. “We going to this rooftop party or just pretending we’re twenty?”Roshan turned to her, a flicker of old warmth in his eyes. “Still good at hijacking plans, huh?” She shrugged, smiling. “You always liked that about me.”31Kelly’s smile faded for half a second.
Then she turned to Danny and hooked her arm around his. “Let’s crash it.”Danny’s eyes widened, pleased. Roshan watched, unreadable.That Night – Rooftop Somewhere in the East VillageMusic. Fairy lights. Rooftop views. The city glittering like a promise none of them fully trusted.Roshan sat with Ria near the edge, trading old memories and low laughs. The kind that echoes with unspoken what-ifs.“Do you remember that summer in Scarborough?” she asked, tipsy on nostalgia. “The night you said you didn’t believe in fate?”He smirked. “Yeah, think you did that I.T training course in York, then we went to the beach in Scarborough. You made me eat fish and chips at midnight to change my mind.”Ria paused for a moment and then tilted her head, staring straight through him. “I love your voice. You have something special Roshan.32Seeing you on stage makes me really proud. I love that you’re following your passion.Roshan taken back a bit, smiled sincerely. She continued.
“You ever think maybe we were just out of sync?”He paused, long enough that she looked away.Across the roof, Kelly danced near Danny, her laughter high and sparkling — but her eyes kept finding Roshan’s.She met his gaze across the space. The room still buzzed from the gig, voices rising and falling under dim lights and scattered applause.Danny leaned in toward Kelly, gesturing toward the bar. “Come on, just for one drink,” he said with an easy smile.Kelly hesitated. Her body shifted slightly away from him, the smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes. “Maybe in a bit,” she said, voice soft but noncommittal.33Just then, across the room, her gaze found Roshan. And in that moment — the noise, the lights, Danny’s presence — all seemed to blur into the background. Their eyes locked.Something shifted.
No more games. No more half-truths. They both knew.Roshan didn’t hesitate. He made his way through the crowd, calm but deliberate. When he reached her, he slid his arm gently around her waist — not possessive, but certain. Kelly didn’t flinch. She leaned into him like she’d been waiting for it.Danny raised an eyebrow, his grin tightening just slightly.
“Danny,” Roshan said.“Roshan,” Danny replied, tone light, but something sharpened behind it. “Big finish tonight. Crowd loved it.”“Thanks,” Roshan said flatly. “You seemed to enjoy yourself too.”Danny’s eyes flicked to Kelly, then back. “What can I say? I have an appreciation for live performance.”34Roshan didn’t let go of her. “Good. Then let’s cut through the act.”Danny’s smile didn’t move. “That’s a strong entrance.”“Strong company,” Roshan replied. “Some people earn it. Some try to rewrite the script.”Danny’s gaze lingered on the space between them. “You think I’m pretending?”“I think you’re always performing,” Roshan said, voice quiet. “Just depends on the audience.”
For a second, no one spoke.Then Danny chuckled, slow and careful. “Careful, Roshan. You’re starting to sound like someone with something to lose.”Roshan met his eyes. “Only if someone tries to take it.”Kelly stayed still, watching the exchange unfold beside her.Roshan’s arm around her felt steady, solid. His words didn’t come from ego — they came from something real. Protective. Clear.35She glanced at Danny. His smile held, but there was something colder behind his eyes now — something calculating.She didn’t say anything, but her silence spoke for her. She didn’t move away from Roshan.Across the room, Ria watched.
She said nothing, just sipped her drink slowly, eyes flicking between the three of them.
She saw the tension. She saw the choice.And she knew — things had just shifted.Subtly. Permanently.36

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"LOVED THE FILMING, VERY MYSTERIOUS. EDGY AND DARK." MUSTAFA

"Amazing. The effects, the way it flicks back and forwards, it's really good." Lee

"really enjoyed that, really enjoyed it, my first question is when's the sequel?" carl

"YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT LOVE IS." TIM

"Fantastic movie." Paul

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PREMIERE HIGHLIGHTS

Back 2 Forward premiered at the Everyman Cinema Manchester to a packed audience and powerful reactions. These are real genuine reviews straight after the premiere and some of the moments that capture the atmosphere, excitement and celebration of the film's first public screening.

Photographer: Amber Louise

"the whole evening was something special. the atmosphere was incredible, you could feel the excitement in the room from the start. The live singers were amazing, the unveiling of the poster and motion logo was such a moment, and the speeches really brought everything together.I loved learning the story behind back 2 forward by Adnan and how it all started, it was really inspiring. it felt like everyone there knew they were witnessing something big. by the end of the night, people were genuinely excited about the film. It's one of those events you don't forget." Katie

LAUNCH HIGHLIGHTS

The launch of Back 2 Forward marked the next chapter of the film's journey. These highlights the energy, support and unforgettable moments as the story reached audiences.

Photographers and videographers: Elevate Visual Hub, Amber Louise & Heer Mahant

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