A/N: Ok, there's no excuse for me updating late, but my flight landed this morning, instead of yesterday like I thought. SORRY!


Rakesh turned his head, looking around his hospital room trying to remember where he was and how he got there. The last thing that he recalled was killing the pregnant girl, giving Sulo her necklace and Manish the fan… and coming to the hospital due to being pierced by a large shard of glass in his abdomen. This had been the first time that he had been injured while killing a woman. Well, Rakesh chose to look at it as getting his revenge on the world.

He took in the room around him, as his vision focused. And he took in the people around him. He took in Sulo.

"Where's Manish?" Rakesh's voice was hoarse, rough, and croaky due to the lack of water Rakesh had drunk and the lack of use his voice had suffered as well.

Sulochana moved her hand, grasping a glass of water on the stand next to Rakesh's bed and holding it up to his mouth, making him sip the water. "Manish is out there praying for you to get better."

"Sulo, I-," Rakesh began.

"No. What need was there to get injured while repairing windows? Why couldn't you have been careful for once? Did you even think about what would have happened to me and Raj if you died? How would we live? Not that we live very well right now," she muttered under her breath. She raised her voice again. "How do you think we're going to pay for the cost of this? The cost of your surgery? They charge you for just staying in this room! How do you think we're going to do this?" She sobbed.

"Sulo, I'll take care of it for you. I'll work extra hard and I'll come up with the money, somehow. Don't worry."

"There's another thing. You never tell me when you're going to be working late, and then I have no idea when you'll be home. And you say you'll come up with the money, but you never do. And even then, I have no idea how you were planning on getting the money. And you always bring me "expensive" gifts, but you can't improve our life style. You just need to… to stop!"

"Excuse me." A nurse walked in. "No one is allowed to be here except for the patient. He is in a critical state right now and talking and sitting up as he is now would be fatal for him."

Sulo sat up, nodding her head. "I'll be right out."

The nurse snorted. "You better be." She stalked out, making sure to slam the door behind her, causing Sulo's breath to hitch from shock.

"Are nurses always that mean?" She muttered, as she sat back down. "Where did you get this necklace from?"

"I… I bought it for you."

"Okay," Sulo said slowly, pondering over that statement, not really believing it.

"You're still here? How many times do I have to tell you to go? How many times do I have to complain?"

"Don't worry, madam. After today, you won't get the chance to complain."

"I better not." She stalked out again, this time dragging Sulo by the arm along with her, not paying any attention to Sulo's glances at Rakesh.

"You won't get the chance to say anything else," Rakesh whispered after the two of them left the room.


"I need to tell you something when you get home."

"Tell me now, I'm on my way home," Guru pleaded.

"When you come home." Aisha heard a thump and turned around. "What are you doing and how did you get in? Do you just enter people's houses like that without ringing the bell?"

The man flung Aisha to the ground, the phone flying out of her hand.

"Aisha? Aisha! Aisha, answer me! Are you okay?"

"Guru!"

Aisha rolled under the table, but then rolled to the other side when the man plunged a screwdriver through the table.

The man walked toward the phone, listening to the words coming out of it. "Let my Aisha go! Aisha! Just let her go! She didn't do anything!" He crushed the phone with his boot, turning back toward Aisha, a wicked smile gracing his face.

He looked at the shelf next to her, put his hand on it, and prepared to throw it on her.

"Please don't. Pl-"

CRASH!

Aisha looked up through the gap in the shelf, blood running down her face from a cut near her cheekbone. "Please don't kill me. I'm pregnant. I want to live. I want to bring this child into the world. Please don't kill me."

The man lifted the shelf and helped Aisha up, making her think he was going to let her live. And then, he pushed her backward, snatching her necklace away, and Aisha fell out of the window. Fell onto the pavement. Fell to her death.

Aisha woke up, tears running down her cheeks, due to her latest dream about her Near Death Experience.


He pushed me out of the window, she thought. I should have died. Why didn't I? Right, Guru.

She slowly became aware of her surroundings, of Guru sleeping, resting his head in her lap, his hands laced with hers. His grip was tight, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would lose her.

Aisha stroked Guru's cheek with her finger, reveling in the feel of his skin, well; it was more the feel of his stubble, because he obviously hadn't shaved while Aisha was unconscious.

Guru moved his face upward, now awake, and kissed Aisha's finger, the one that was stroking his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Guru moved his hand to Aisha's cheek where he brushed off her tears. "Don't cry," he whispered. "I'm right here with you and you're safe. You'll always be safe with me."

Guru sat up, and went to press a chaste kiss to Aisha's cheek, but Aisha turned her head, making sure that Guru kissed her lips instead. Their kiss quickly increased in passion and then Guru broke away.

"Not here," he panted, showing just how hard it was for him to not continue. "You're still injured, and I could hurt you more."

Aisha pouted, and upon seeing her reaction, Guru added quickly something else, that made both him and Aisha happy.

"But I promise that the moment you're better and we're in our own bed, not a hospital one, we'll pick up from right there. Right where we left off."

"Really?"

Guru nodded and went to nuzzle his nose with Aisha's, but Dr. Joshi came in, interrupting their moment and Guru quickly backed away.

"Oh good, you're awake. I have your reports back. You have 2 months of bed rest, which should allow for your fractured arm, broken and snapped legs to heal, using a cast of course. Your wrist should be healed in about a week, and the cuts should be gone soon enough. The only one expected to leave a scar is that one," she said, pointing to a cut, through Aisha's hospital gown. The cut was on the upper half of her body, on her breasts, and Aisha could see that this moment and the spot of the cut were making Guru really uncomfortable.

"Okay then," Aisha was quick to quell the awkward moment. "Is there anything else that I need to know?"

"I can tell Guru the rest, when the hospital discharges you tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" Guru asked. "Is that okay?"

"Considering that I'm her doctor, and I've validated it, her release from the hospital tomorrow is okay," Dr. Joshi said, giving a show of sarcasm that none had seen before. "I'm going now." And true to her words, she left immediately. Now it was Guru's turn to give his news.


After he had gone in to see Aisha, after meeting Manish, she had already fallen asleep, so Guru had gone ahead and rested his head on her lap, clutching her hand. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

He had woken up to Aisha stroking his cheek, and then kissed her finger. Then of course, he ended up kissing her, then he had to stop, for her own good and then the doctor came and left. Now it was Guru's turn to give his reports.

"Aisha. I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I know that you don't want me to get revenge, but this is something that you need to know. I figured out his name, his son's name and his wife's name."

"Guru, don't-"

"Listen. I don't know why he killed you, but he gave your necklace to his wife. The necklace that I bought for you myself, your anniversary present; he took it and gave it to his wife, pretending that he had bought it for her, when actually, he had taken it off what he thought to be a dead body, whose life he thought he had taken. And that red fan that went missing, he gave that to his son, pretending that he had found it a vendor somewhere."

"Guru, where did you find all this stuff out?"

"Manish told me."

"Manish? Who's he?"

"He is the son of Rakesh, the person who tried to murder you."

"Where did you meet Manish?"

"He was praying to Ganpati, that his parents would stop fighting and that his father would get better. And that's when he put the red fan up."

"His father would get better? How can Rakesh be hurt? I'm the one who got pushed out of a window."

"I'm guessing a shard of glass hit him in the stomach or something. But see, you need this. You started crying when you talked about being pushed out of a window. You need closure. You need to see him acting the same way you had too. You need to see him hurt, paying for the damage he caused you, the damage he has probably caused others as well." Guru wiped away the tears that had formed under Aisha's eyes, as she sobbed quietly. "I'm only doing this because I love you."

"I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier to see you lapse back into your villain ways. I don't want you to go back to randomly killing people and threatening them with what you could do to them in "ek second". I want you to stay good. I want you to stay my hero."

"And I will. Doing this will be good for you. Me doing this will be the act of a hero. Your hero. It will help you. I'll help you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With that Aisha fell asleep again, tired from her pills, which made her drowsy, and more prone to sleeping.


Guru got up. It was time for him to figure out exactly who had tried to hurt Aisha. It was time to see the attacker's face. It was time to secure the attacker's fate.

Guru wandered around the hospital, toward the piercing wards, looking for Manish, his being the only face that Guru recognized, the only face that would help Guru in his… quest, his mission, his manzil.

Well, that's what you would call it if you wanted to be kind.

And then he saw him through the window. Crying.

Manish was crying, facing a hospital bed, that no doubt held his father. But his mother was nowhere to be seen.

Manish walked out of the hospital room, drying his tears the moment he saw Guru standing there. He walked up to Guru, then stopped, as if he had lost all the confidence that he had gained in his walk toward Guru.

"Baba hurt himself even more. For some reason, he chose to get out of the hospital bed last night. Now his wound is bleeding even more, and to top it off, no one knows how, but the nurse that usually tends to him is dead! So there's no one who knows his case well enough to help him heal."

"Can I see your father?"

"Come with me. I need you to see him. Maybe you can help him, like you helped me."

"Ok. I'll help him alright." Guru lowered his voice, so that Manish wouldn't hear his next sentence. "Help him descend into more pain."


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