A/N: Hello again! So I've decided to do something I've thought long and hard on and, well, here's the result. Another DDLJ fanfic and this time I'm doing something rather drastic with the characters. Don't worry, it's nothing harmless, just a bit of fun and some exploring new territory. This is an M-rated fic, so you have been warned.

A word on updates: they will come if I get reviews. So, if you want another chapter, please review! All feedback is welcomed, no matter what.

The following is the main cast of our tale:

Raj Malhotra - Shah Rukh Khan

Simran Malhotra - Kajol

Anjali Malhotra - Suhana Khan (yes, I am going there ;))

Rohan Malhotra - Varun Dhawan

Dharmaveer "Pops" Malhotra - Anupam Kheer

Chapter One: Two Hearts Beat As One

Simran giggled as she felt Raj peck his full lips against her neck. Here she was trying to concentrate on her task of organizing her desk and he decided to distract her. It was just after dinner and they had the house to themselves, so she knew what his intentions were this evening.

"Raj," she giggled again. "I have to finish this."

"You go ahead," he smoothly answered. "I'm not bothering you. I'm just loving my wife."

She playfully smacked his shoulder as he turned her around to face him, pressing her chest against his hard chest. After being married for over twenty years, she still swooned feeling him pressed up against her. Simran gasped as she felt his hips buck up against hers and his hard arousal pressed against her hip. Moaning at the contact, she closed her eyes in pleasure as he started worshipping the front and side of her neck. Kissing, licking and sucking her little pleasure spots he knew would drive her wild.

Raj proudly smirked when he saw her head hang back as she moaned in content with him. Quickly lifting her up and settling her on the desk, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her to his lips. She kissed him ardently as he slipped his tongue in between her lips. Opening her mouth wider to accept him, they moaned at the contact of their tongues dueling as he began unbuttoning her blouse while she pulled his shirt out from his pants and unbuckled his belt. Shifting his mouth from her lips, he began kissing her neck, again, down to her chest and stomach, laying her flat on her back.

Simran quickly pulled his shirt up, letting her fingers run against his strong, muscular back, loving the feel of his muscles tense and flex under her fingers. She relished the hard feel of his muscles; seeing his strong and lean biceps flex or whenever he came out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist, his abs on full display, Simran would always take the opportunity to appreciate his physiognomy, even taking the chance of jumping on him. While Raj had no complaints over it, relishing her touch against his skin.

Unbuttoning her jeans and yanking them down her legs, Raj tenderly kissed and petted her inner thighs before pushing her panties aside and began to lick her pleasure spot. Simran cried out in pleasure as his tongue went to work, going in circles just the way she liked it. Arching her back in pleasure, filming her fingers through his unruly black mane. She pushed his face down closer to her core while she rode on him. She soon felt her inner walls clenching, knowing her orgasm was imminent. The restraint she had been trying to hold back finally snapped as she cried out in ecstasy, her body shivering from the intensity.

Raj kissed his way back up to her lips, tenderly kissing her as he brought her hand down to his groin. She slowly ran her fingertips up and down on him, returning the desire.

"I need you," he groaned.

"Bedroom," she muttered against his lips.

Lifting her up off of the desk, she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom, while she kissed and licked his neck and cheek. He growled when she lightly grazed her teeth on a sensitive spot just behind his ear.

Entering their bedroom, he slammed the door shut with his foot as he plopped them on their bed and began stripping each other until there was nothing left. Quickly wrapping themselves with a blanket, Raj kissed and suckled her breasts, feeling her hips gyrate against his. He couldn't wait any longer and he knew neither could she. Looking into her eyes, he plunged himself into her until they gasped and moaned at the completion.

Raj began to move inside of her as Simran met his thrusts over and over again. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he gripped and squeezed her hips, they let the world slip them by, not caring about the fact their children could be home any minute, or they had other household responsibilities to take care of. When it was just the two them in the present, nothing else mattered to them.

And that's how it's always been for the past twenty years – them in love, living each day together and knowing they could not parted.

Climaxing together, their shouts and moans filled their bedroom as the essence of sweat and sex filled the air. They plopped back to the bed together in a heap of sweat. Wiping the back of her hand against her forehead, Simran felt Raj pull for her. Contently smiling, she happily slid next to him, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her arm around his waist as she laid her head against his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she replied before falling asleep in his arms.

The cracks of sunlight and signaling of dawn broke through the curtains. Raj quietly stirred, blinking several times, noting the press of Simran's delectable warm bottom against his hips, the thin sheet just past her hip bone as her back was pressed against his front. Proudly smirking, he squeezed her closer to him, relishing her slight purr and moan of sleep still engulfing her. Knowing he had to get up, he kissed the back of her head, contently smelling her hair before releasing her. Slightly stretching, and careful not to wake Simran, he gently peeled himself away from her.

Quickly dressing into jeans and black t-shirt, he decided it was an appropriate morning to take out his old Harley Davidson bike. Ruefully shaking his head at the thought the first time he and Simran rode together, the poor girl dug her fingernails deep into his sides, nearly giving him black and purple bruises.

"I told you not to go fast!" she chastised him.

"I wasn't!" he fired back. "I went thirty miles like the speed limit said."

It was not exactly their first argument, but one where he realized she was nearly terrified of the motor vehicle. Her face flushed and her breathing labored from the experience. He realized that kind of excitement wasn't something for his beloved wife. That was nearly twenty years ago. Since then, he's only taken the bike out whenever the opportunity arose – free time during the weekends or when the kids were not home. A promise he made to Simran after Anjali was born that he wouldn't ride while the children were around due to the unsafety of it.

This morning, however, he decided an impromptu ride. Anjali and Rohan were still not home, staying over at their friend's houses due to a school function, and Simran was still sleeping. It wouldn't hurt to ride the bike and pick up some bagels.

Grabbing his old and worn Harley Davidson leather jacket and shrugging it on, he paced down to the garage, rolling the bike outside, not feeling the need to take his helmet. Placing the bike in gear and turned the ignition on. For a moment, he let the bike vibrate beneath his fingertips, relishing the purr of the small engine. Aligning himself to position, he gently pressed the gas pedal and navigated his way outside of the neighborhood.

Still early Saturday morning, hardly any of the neighbors were outside; some taking out their trash, and others grabbing their newspapers. He slightly nodded hello to the neighbors he knew, passing by each traffic light and signaled with expert ease and grace.

Stopping at a stop sign, Raj looked to his left and right, making sure the coast was clear. What he didn't make sure of was a large, ominous tree blocking the view of a moving truck backing up into the street.

Figuring all was well, Raj gripped the gas pedal, making a left turn. Slightly turning his head over his right shoulder to make sure no one was behind him, he turned back to look straight ahead and saw, to his horror, a moving truck backing up. He gasped, stunned the truck appeared out of his vision, not slowing down or stopping as it swerved into the street. Quickly attempting to swerve around it, Raj was far too close and slammed himself against the side of the white moving truck. White hot pain shot down his arm before slamming hard against the road pavement, a sickening thud heard against the back of his skull before his vision faded into nothing but black.

Simran woke with a start. Her eyes snapping open, a cold shiver running down her spine. She gingerly got up from the bed, glancing around her bedroom, contemplating the chill she just experienced. Grabbing her robe from the armchair, she tied the sash around her waist, tentatively walking out of her bedroom to the kitchen. She noted Raj was nowhere in sight. Probably had gone out to get breakfast, she thought. Yet, she felt uneasy about something. As though something felt off and misplaced deep inside her core.

Needing to keep her hands busy, she started making tea. Filling the kettle with water from the faucet, and waited by the stove as it boiled to its maximum temperature.

For over twenty years, her life had been filled with countless happy memories of her family and Raj. He was the light in her life and, without him, there would be no life for her. Since their initial encounter to their marriage, it had been a whirlwind of a summer. One that she still fondly looks back on and has no regrets. She had everything Bauji had ever wanted for her – a doting, loving and respectable husband, and two wonderful children who adored their parents.

While it did take time for Bauji to warm up to Raj along with having to accustom himself with her choice of a husband, Bauji grew to not only respect Raj, but consider him the son he never had. Raj and Simran would call to India every week for updates and any news from her family, and after Bauji would speak with Simran for a few minutes, he'd always request to speak with Raj. She'd watch with amusement and content of how well her husband and father got along. Raj speaking animatedly with her father, while he'd affectionately call him "Bauji". She'd hear her father on the other end laugh boisterously at Raj's antics and lightly scold him when he misbehaved.

When the time came for her family to move back to London to be closer with her and the children, Raj, along with Pops, were there helping Bauji, Lajjo and Chutki reacquaint themselves with the city. They took the time, along with the children, to visit and spend the day with them every week. Simran would watch with fondness how her Bauji would play and interact with his grandchildren. Imparting wisdom from his years and regaling the tale of how he and Raj first met, and how Raj would help feed the pidgeons with him while in Punjab just to get on his good graces. She'd laugh with Anjali and Rohan at the sound he'd make, "Aaoo…aaoo," as Raj would smirk and shake his head each time the story was told.

Raj would simply wave it off and state he'd still get requests and would happily accept to feed the pigeons with Bauji at a park anytime.

For them, life took on this simple pattern for nearly ten years until the day came, in 2005, when Bauji had passed away due to a sudden stroke.

It was a blow to the entire family. Simran had mourned and grieved for weeks following the sudden passing of her beloved Bauji. He may have initially pushed her onto a marriage she knew didn't feel right, but deep down, he only wanted what was best for her. Raj had stayed beside Simran, letting her tears and cries heard, hugging her tight against him as he gently rocked her. He, too, had been surprised and grieved the passing of his father-in-law. Holding nothing but respect and reverence for Baldev Chaudhary Singh. Just before his sudden passing, though, Bauji pulled Raj aside and said something to him he internally knew but never thought he'd hear from the man himself.

"I don't know where this is coming from," Baldev wistfully began. "After living for as long as I have and experiencing whatever this life has brought me, I must say this: I'm really proud of you, Raj. You've not only built a life for yourself, a far cry from the young man I briefly met at my store, trying to swindle beer after closing time," he smirked at the memory. "I must say you've not only proven me wrong that no one can love my eldest daughter as much as you, but have done everything you can to provide for her and your family. I'm very proud to call you my son, beta."

Simran remembered that evening well as Raj regaled his talk with Baldev and how stunned yet proud he was to hear him say that to him.

"I'm sure he was being facetious," Simran teased.

Raj rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You just can't stand to not be his favorite anymore."

Simran giggled and gave a quick peck on Raj's lips, fully happy and content with how her father and husband had not only buried the hatchet, but became close over the years.

What they didn't realize was, though, that was the very last thing Bauji said to Raj before passing away in his sleep the very same evening.

Life, of course, moves on and time heals all wounds. Lajjo had been staying with Simran and would sometimes trade off and have her mother stay with Chutkie and her husband. They were still lucky in many ways, Simran figured. They had their health, happiness, a roof over their heads, a loving and solid marriage, and their parents, Pops and Lajjo, still with them.

Still, Simran thought, the whistle of the kettle blowing up and the noise filling the kitchen, something didn't feel right.

The front door opened and closed, heard with laughter and commentary from her two teenage children. Anjali and Rohan walking with their overnight bags into the kitchen with bright smiles, and their eyes dancing with excitement.

"Good morning, Mama," Anjali said, giving a light peck on Simran's cheek.

"How was the fundraiser last night?" she asked, trying to push pass the feeling of uneasiness inside her gut.

"It was good! We raised over 2,000 quid for our division," Rohan answered, still smiling from last night's dance and camping antics of his classmates.

"Hmm…" Simran only nodded as she filled her mug with the hot water, dipping the teabag several times for the color and essence of the tea to come out.

Anjali observed her mother and arched a brow at her aloofness. She knew Simran was never one to gloss over or passively hear their stories and events of the day without being attentive. Whenever she'd get this way (which was rare) something was on her mind.

"Mama, is everything okay?" Anjali asked.

Simran turned to her eldest daughter, and opened her mouth to answer her question before the shrill ring of the house phone caught her off-guard.

She nearly sighed with relief, hoping it was Raj calling. She was eager to hear his voice and calm her erratic nerves. Instead, she raised a brow as she read the caller ID, displaying the local county hospital's name and number.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hello, may I speak with a Mrs. Simran Malhotra?" a woman on the other line inquired.

"This is she. Whom may I ask is calling?"

"Hello, Mrs. Malhotra, my name is Jackie Smith. I'm a nurse at Royal Free Hospital. I'm calling in concern for your husband, Raj Malhotra. He was in a motor bicycle accident this morning and was rushed to the hospital…"

The woman's voice faded away, Simran dropping the phone as the words replayed in her mind over and over again. The blood drained from her body and face, stunned as she gasped out loud at all she had heard. Fumbling for the phone that landed on the floor with a loud thud, she reached for it and pressed the headset to her ear, needing the necessary information she needed to hear.

"Is he all right?" she quickly asked. "Where is he? What floor?"

"He's currently admitted as a patient in the hospital with severe concussions and some fractures along his ribs and arms. I've already reached out to Mr. Malhotra's father, Dharamveer Malhotra. If you could come down…"

"I'll be there right away." She answered and hung up on the nurse, running to her bedroom and quickly changing into anything she could grab her hands on to.

Both her children looked to her with concern and curiosity. Gingerly following her to her bedroom before she popped out while slipping on her boots, with no care to tie up the laces.

"Get in the car. Papa was just in an accident and is at the hospital right now," Simran instructed.

"Is he okay?" Anjali asked.

"I don't know, but we have to be there. Come on!"

Driving down the roads in a panic and frenzy, Simran couldn't care less for the traffic signs and signals. Her teenage children watched with concern and slight fear, gripping the door handle for safety as Simran weaved around street corners with sharp turns, speeding way past the speed limit.

Double parking at the hospital parking garage, she and the children rushed out of the car to the emergency room lobby.

"Where is he?" Simran frantically asked. "My husband, Raj Malhotra. Where is he?!"

The stunned young receptionist quickly gave her directions to Raj's room, frightened of Simran's frantic expression; her eyes dancing in fear and anxiety. Knowing better than to fight with her about identification and other regularities, she let them through.

Simran sprinted down the corridors and found her father-in-law standing outside a room by the ER station, nervously pacing back and forth, his bottom lip bit as he wringed his hands together, worried for his only son.

"Pops!" Simran cried out, embracing him.

"Beta! It's all right," Pops reassured her, not wanting to see his daughter-in-law break down.

"How is he?" she asked, fighting back the tears. Please tell me he's awake, she silently begged. Please tell me he'll be all right.

"I haven't heard anything yet. They told me to wait out here until you arrived," he replied, rubbing his forehead.

Simran frantically looked around for a doctor. Someone, anyone to tell her the condition of her husband and if they could see him. She knew her children were behind her, standing, watching and waiting for news as well. However, for this one moment, she needed to take care of her husband. As much as they needed their mother, she needed her husband far too much. It was a vow she and Raj made after Anjali was born; that while the children were important and should always be taken care of, their marriage came first.

Simran sighed with relief when one of the nurses approached them with Raj's doctor.

"Hello, I'm Dr. John Carter, the resident here." He introduced himself, shaking hands with everyone.

"How is he?" Simran immediately asked, not caring for introductions. "How is Raj?"

"He's in stable condition right now. A few rib fractures and some bruising along his arm. Nothing I wouldn't say too serious. However, he did hit his head extremely hard."

"What do you mean?" Pops asked.

"Right now, Mr. Malhotra is suffering from a concussion. We took some x-rays and CT scans and there is some fracture along the back of his skull. Apparently, when he hit the moving truck, he fell back and hit his head against the road pavement. When he arrived, there was some bleeding on the back of his skull –"

Simran gasped, rooted to her spot and struck that this was sounding more serious than she expected.

"We were able to stitch up the wound, but there is some swelling of the brain…" Dr. Carter soon stopped speaking, pursing his lips, pondering on how to word the next sentence to them.

Rohan picked up on this, arching his brow in question and concern. "Is there more?" he tentatively asked.

Dr. Carter ruefully sighed. "When Mr. Malhotra arrived, he was unconscious. The paramedics and those that reported the incident reported the same. There's no easy way of saying this…"

"But?" Simran pressed, her heart racing and pounding hard against her chest.

"He's in a coma, and we can't get him to wake up."

A/N: as i've mentioned above, please review or no updates! Thanks for reading!