A/N: Ok, so this is my Ek Villain fanfic! I loved the movie, but there's one thing that annoyed me. Aisha died! And that bothered me. A lot. So yeah. And I'd love it if you favorited/followed and especially love it if you reviewed. At the very least, READ it! And be sure to check out my other story, Student Of The Year: The Missing Ten Years, if you've seen SOTY!
Guru looked at the scene, Aisha lying on the hospital bed, barely breathing, kept alive by the assister regulating her breathing. She had been pushed off the building by an unknown person, and had barely escaped death. The doctors had given up on her, but of course, Guru, being Guru, managed to convince them to work on her, to keep her alive.
He looked down at their clasped hands, due to the wetness he felt on his hand, surprised to see tears. His tears. Guru had only cried twice before in his life, the day his parents died, and the day that Aisha almost left him.
And then Aisha moved.
It was only a small nudge of her hand, but Guru felt it. And even though he didn't look up, he knew that her eyelids were slowly opening, her eyelashes fluttering the way that they always did.
"Guru," she croaked out, faintly, quiet enough to almost not be heard, but Guru heard it and looked up. He heard everything that she had said. "Ek joke bolu?"
Guru grinned through his tears, and slowly nodded his head.
"Once there was a drowning man, who prayed to God and said, 'God, please save me.' Soon after, a boat came by and the man on the boat extended his hand out to the drowning man, and told him to take it. The drowning man said, 'No, God will save me." The boat went on. Then a ship came by, and told the drowning man to get on, but he refused, saying that God would save him. Do you know what happened to the man?" Guru shook his head, a small smile still on his face. "He drowned. And in Heaven, he asked God why he didn't save him. God said, 'Do you think that your father sent the boat and ship?'"
Guru had stopped smiling now, simply choosing to cry.
"Itna bura joke nahi tha. You could have at least smiled."
"Aisha, I love you." Guru bent his head again, and kissed her hand, silent tears streaming down his face, soaking her hand and a little bit of her sleeve. "And I'm not going to let the one who did this to you escape."
Aisha slowly wriggled her hand out of his grip, and tried to raise his head, but she was too weak. "I love you too. But you need to look at me." Guru looked up, following her command. "You're not going to kill anyone, and you're not going to be a villain again, you're going to stay my hero. Okay? Nothing else."
Guru looked pained, as he reclaimed Aisha's hand in his, dwarfing it, hiding it in his hand, to resemble the way they were; her protected by him, them working as a team, them loving each other, their union. "Aisha, he tried to kill you! Actually he had succeeded; I had to force the doctor's to stick that shot in your heart, to start it up again. Tu mera hamdard hai, and I'm not going to let someone who tried to take my cure away, get away so easily. He almost took you away from me, and you know, that jab tum nahi thi, main adhoora ji raha tha, har dam yeh mehsoos kar raha tha. Mujhe teri zaroorat thi, hai, aur hamesha hogi. If he had succeeded in taking you away, with no hope to save you, I don't know what I would have done."
"Guru, I have to tell you something, what I wanted to tell you when you got home. I'm pregnant and-"
"No, you're not. Not anymore. I didn't want to approach this right now, but that's another reason I want to get my revenge. He killed our child. So if him attempting to kill you isn't enough for me to go after him, him killing our child is definitely enough." Guru cut off, seeing Aisha's pain, her tears, at the news of her- their child's death.
Her sobs echoed through the room, alerting Guru to the fact that now would be a good time to call the doctors, to let them know that she was living, talking, breathing, crying. She was crying.
"Aisha, I'll be right back. I just have to tell the doctors about your… state." Guru slowly got up, letting his hand drift out of Aisha's and turned away, only to turn back around when he felt Aisha's hand on his again, attempting to restrain him, but failing miserably.
"Please don't leave me," she whispered. "Please. I need you here with me."
"Aisha." Guru looked pained once again, being conflicted between having to leave Aisha and his need to inform the doctors about Aisha's recovery.
"Eh, Hero! Did you ever think to press the attendant button that's right there, next to your hand?"
Guru looked down to see that there was indeed a button to summon a nurse, and one next to it to summon doctors. Guru pressed the doctors button, then moved his hand back over to Aisha's. "You never will change, will you? Cracking a joke one second, crying the next second, and then reverting back to normalcy, like it was any normal day, with your usual 'Eh, Hero!"
And then the doctors walked in, their faces stricken with resignation, with pity, sympathy, sorrow. At least their faces were regretful; until they saw that Aisha was sitting up, mostly no worse for wear. Of course, her arm was still fractured, the bone in her left leg still broken, the one in her right leg still snapped, and her wrist was still sprained, not to mention the numerous cuts still littering her body.
"Aisha, you're alive?" Dr. Joshi asked, Aisha's doctor, the one who had been responsible for her case through her sickness, through the beginning of her pregnancy. With that thought, Aisha burst into tears again. The doctors, besides Dr. Joshi, having absolutely no idea what was going on, bombarded Guru.
"What's wrong with her? Why is she crying?"
Guru only shook his head answered their questions with a question. "Can everyone except Dr. Joshi, please leave? She is the only doctor to whom this case belongs to." His tone made it clear that it wasn't a request, but an order. An order that was expected to be followed. And followed it was. Then he turned to Dr. Joshi. "Of course, she's still alive. You can see it, can't you?"
"Forgive me, Guru, I thought the worst when the button was pressed." Reverence was evident through Dr. Joshi's tone, indicating that she knew what Guru was capable of and respected him for how much he loved Aisha. She turned to Aisha. "Aisha, I'm sorry to say this, but you're child-"
"She knows." Guru cut in, as Aisha's sobs became louder, and he started to draw circles on her hand using his thumb. "Why do you think she started crying when you began talking? You reminded her of the pregnancy thing."
"Guru, it wasn't just a thing. It was our child. Our own flesh and blood. Something we created together. And now it's gone."
"Aisha, you knew for what? A few hours? I mean, that's what the phone call was about, right? So you can't have been in the late stages of your pregnancy."
"It doesn't take long to get attached to your own child! Whether they're already born or not is a different thing all together."
"Okay Aisha. I'm only saying this because I don't want you to rip yourself up over this. It's not your fault, so don't blame yourself." He got up. "I'm going to let Dr. Joshi check you, and I'll be back."
"Don't leave. I'm sorry for crying, you just don't leave," Aisha pleaded.
"I'm not mad, and it's not your fault. I have to leave, but I'll be back as soon as she-" he gestured to Dr. Joshi,"-is done." Before Aisha could say anything else, Guru was gone; the only reminder of him being there was the tingling sensation in Aisha's hand.
Guru walked out of the room, toward the Ganpati shrine, where he saw a little boy, about eight years old, trying to ring the bell. He went up to him.
"Main madaat karoon?" Guru asked, surprised at his own request, at his own change. The old Guru, the one who hadn't met Aisha, might've killed the boy. But this Guru, the one who had met Aisha, who had been reminded of the boy he used to be, hiding under the table while his parents were murdered, didn't kill him. No, this Guru helped the boy. Just another reason of why Guru should get his revenge. The one who tried to kill Aisha, had almost taken away Guru's reason for living, Guru's reason for his change.
By now the boy had turned around, and was sizing up Guru, as if trying to decide whether Guru's question was a mocking joke or an honest offer for help. Of course, it also looked like the boy was thinking whether or not he could take Guru in a fight, which naturally was impossible. And then the boy nodded his head.
Guru lifted the boy by the waist, feeling an odd sort of satisfaction when the ring of the bell echoed through the hall. He let the boy down, and continued to look at him as he saw the boy put up a toy car and a red fan as an offering. Guru looked at the fan intently, knowing that there was only one person around the area that gave out fans like that.
"I'm giving you all my favorite toys, but you have to give me something in return. You have to make Aai and Baba stop fighting. You have to make Aai stop throwing Baba out the house, and help Baba get okay again. Please." The boy stopped talking, done with his prayers, and suddenly aware of Guru's stare on his back. He turned back around.
"What's your name?" Guru asked, wanting to get some information before he confirmed his suspicions.
"Manish Madhakar. Aai's name is Sulochana Mahadkar and Baba's name is Rakesh Madhakar."
Guru blinked his eyes, half tempted to burst into laughter at the amount of information, valuable information that the child had just given him. "Did some auntie give you the fan?" Guru tried to not let his emotions, tried to not let how much was riding on Raj's answer show on his face.
"No, Baba gave it to me, the same day that he gave Aai a pretty new necklace, with a circle in the front."
There is was the great answer. The killer, no, the attempter was revealed. Guru turned back around and walked away, examining this new piece of information. He knew that a red fan had vanished from their house, as the moment that it was cleaned up he had done a census. There had only been two things missing, the necklace that had been ripped off of Aisha's neck, and a red fan. Which had both just been found.
Guru dashed back to Aisha's hospital room, where he knew that the inspection, check-up, call it what you will, was over. He was determined to give her the news, the knowledge that he had gained on her attempted assassination.
And he was indomitably set on the fact that, maybe last time he hadn't been able to stop Rakesh, but this time…
This time he would. Rakesh wouldn't escape.
Guru would get his revenge.
