A/N: I know, I'm really late. Review. My birthday's today, so I better get wishes. Cuz im giving u a present, instead of the other way around.
Guru followed Manish through the building, going up stairs, turning right and left. He had no idea where he was going, just that he needed to get to Rakesh.
Guru frowned in distaste. Rakesh was such an innocent name, when the owner was nothing but innocent. Guru knew that Rakesh's nurse had not simply died, she had been murdered. By none other than the man she was tending to. He had killed her, while she was taking care of him.
Guru was left wondering, as he wandered the halls, what might have possessed Rakesh to kill the nurse, to murder her on cold blood. There was no way that the nurse had hurt Rakesh in any way, yet the evidence was there. Rakesh had murdered the nurse.
It seemed to Guru, that Rakesh couldn't control the amount of killing that he did. It seemed to be an impulsive thing.
"Manish, do you know how the nurse died?" Guru figured that this was a safe bet. It was very unlikely that Manish would guess his intentions, as the kid- unlike the father- was innocent. He was blameless, guiltless, and innocent. This kid lived up to his name. So apparently, the apple can fall far from the tree.
"It looked like there was a screwdriver screwed through her. I wonder why. Who would do such a thing?"
Aditya Rathore's words came back to Guru's mind.
He's been murdering several women, you're lucky your wife is alive. His only weapon is a screwdriver, which he uses to mutilate every one of his victims. But I won't let you kill him. You stopped me from reaching and killing Caesar, the one I wanted dead, so I will stop you from killing the one you want dead. You can see him all you want, meet him, do anything to him. Except kill him. I won't let you kill him.
This confirmed Guru's thoughts, that the nurse was indeed murdered by Rakesh.
"Here he is. My father. He's really hurt, so if you see that he's awake, be nice to him."
Guru examined Rakesh thoroughly. Rakesh looked normal, with someone dark skin, like his son. The only thing about him that even suggested that he was dangerous was the bandage running across his face. For some reason, the nurse had cut the bandage jagged, as the cut seemed to be, instead of making the bandage a straight line. The jagged bandage was the only part of him, that seemed to be true to the inner Rakesh. The only part that showed how sadistic and cruel he really was.
"Manish, you go back to the statue of Ganapati, and keep praying. I'll take care of your father."
The young boy obediently nodded, and ran off, no doubt following Guru's order's down to the letter. It was clear how naïve the boy was, and how much he innocently trusted Guru, despite having known him for only a day, despite not knowing his name.
It took Guru back to a simpler time, when he was trusting, innocent, and naïve. He used to be free, without a care in the world. Until the day his parents were murdered.
That day had changed Guru. That day, he became an orphan. A month or so later, he had been picked up by Caesar. He had trained to be a hit-man. He had morphed into something he hadn't recognized. But all along, the eight year-old boy, hiding under the table, scared for his life, having no idea what was going on, had never left Guru. He had just stayed hidden inside. Until he met Aisha.
Aisha had slowly drawn the boy out of his shell, and set him free from his shell. She aided the boy in his quest to grow up, to shed the skin of his past, to grow anew. To start again. She had changed Guru. Guru had morphed again. But this time, his alteration had become something Guru was proud of. He was happy to be the way he was now.
Aisha had taught him to love again.
Guru wasn't sure, whether to be happy or sad, that he wanted to hurt Rakesh.
On one hand, he was ecstatic that he felt this protection and love, the desire to keep someone safe.
This was something that he hadn't felt in the period between his parents death and meeting Aisha. He was proud that his Aisha had managed to restore the humanity in him.
But he was also afraid.
What if harming Rakesh, constantly getting revenge on him, made Guru lose his humanity again? What if this made all of Aisha's efforts worthless, fruitless, and useless? What if, he lost his Aisha forever, because of his fierce desire to protect her? What if he lost the ability to love? Again. But this time forever.
What if…
There was also the issue of Manish and his mother. Manish was a sweet kid, who obviously didn't know the extent of his father's nature. All he saw was the hard-working man, that so many thought made up Rakesh Madhakar. But they were all wrong. They were all looking at, caring for, an act. That's all it was.
There were so many possibilities of what could go wrong, that Guru decided to try a different approach.
He decided to try and be friends with Rakesh.
Not for real, of course. He was going to pretend to be friends with him, before he got to the mutilating. Instead of just attacking without thinking, as he usually did, he was going to think this one out. He was going to plan.
He was going to figure out how Rakesh's mind worked. Why he murdered women, everything about him. He was going to learn every tidbit of Rakesh's life.
And he was going to use that against Rakesh.
Rakesh looked up, to see a man looking at him. He had a slight beard, light skin, and a thoughtful look in his eyes. Rakesh moved his hand, and signaled for the man to come in, as he seemed to be someone like Rakesh. The real Rakesh, not the one everyone thought he was.
The man took slow, precise steps, as if he had a plan that was making him a little uncomfortable, but Rakesh shrugged this thought away. This man didn't seem to have any ill intentions toward Rakesh.
"Who are you?" Rakesh mustered his strength to be able to push the words out from his mouth. His voice was hoarse, and the stranger seemed to notice this, as that would be the only possible explanation for the man's next move, which was grabbing the glass of water next to Rakesh and handing in to him.
"Main hoon Don."
"Kya? Don't give me some filmi line. Next thing, you'll start singing about how you play with Death and all that junk."
"I'm serious. Mera naam Don hain. I met Raj, and he told me about you, and I wanted to meet you. You seemed like a person I should know. Especially the way you killed your nurse."
"Kya? How do you know about that?"
"I didn't know for sure until you just confirmed it. But I must say. That was brilliant."
Guru had frozen inside when he was asked his name. He very well couldn't give his real name! Think Guru, Think!
"Main hoon Don." Guru chided himself for his poorly thought out name, but it was better than nothing.
"Kya? Don't give me some filmi line. Next thing, you'll start singing about how you play with Death and all that junk."
"I'm serious. Mera naam Don hain. I met Raj, and he told me about you, and I wanted to meet you. You seemed like a person I should know. Especially the way you killed your nurse."
"Kya? How do you know about that?"
"I didn't know for sure until you just confirmed it. But I must say. That was brilliant." Inside, Guru felt disgusted.
"Thanks, Don. So what do you do for a living?"
"What do you do?"
Rakesh grinned. "I like you. Anyways, I do several odd jobs and vent out my frustration about my wife by killing other women who speak rudely to me. Granted, I should just kill my wife, but I love her too much to do that."
Guru thought inside, then chose to use his old occupation, instead of his new job as a bio. "I work as a hit-man. My employer is classified."
"Are you married?"
"No, why would I want to be shackled to one person?" Guru internally cringed at his words, feeling so cold, already feeling the change in his demeanor. Remember Aisha, and even if you pretend to be someone else, you won't change. She'll keep you grounded. She'll keep you safe. She'll keep you centered. She'll keep you, you. "I have to go check on my… my mother. It's about time that she died. I hope it happens soon." Guru walked out of the room as fast as he could, not waiting for Rakesh at all.
He was disgusted, no beyond disgusted, he was revolted, sickened by his encounter with that man. He felt like throwing up, like he should just go back in and kill that man.
But that won't solve anything. He'll just be dead, no consequences. I have to make him beg for his death and only when he has paid for all his crimes, will I let him have it. He has to earn it. Only then will I let him get his peace. Only then will I let him die.
"What did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have a thoughtful expression on your face, which only happens when you are planning how to kill someone."
"I'm not planning how to kill someone." Just how to put them into immense pain.
Aisha put her hand on Guru's making him look up at her. "Just forget about it. We're back home and the doctor cleared my release. Aren't you going to make good on your promise?"
"My promise was that we would resume when you were better. Considering that you are still wearing casts, you are not better yet."
"It's okay if we don't go all the way, but do I, at the very least, get a proper good night kiss?"
Guru shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way, though inside he was very happy that he was doing this. He just had to remain in control. "If you start feeling any pain, tell me immediately."
"You're acting like this is going to escalate past a kiss." Aisha grinned.
"With you, it's impossible to tell so you never know. Ever."
"You make it sound like I'm some kind of seduction witch."
Guru moved his face closer to Aisha's. "For me,-" he moved even closer. "You are."
He kissed her, a deep passionate kiss, a kind of kiss that aligned the planets, the kind of kiss, that made everything in the world seem right and perfect. Made everything seem okay. Made lives better.
As expected, things quickly escalated from there.
Guru kissed down Aisha's jawline, stopping at the nape of her neck which he knew was her weak spot. He smiled against her skin as she gasped when Guru's hands found their way under her shirt, surprising her with the cold, as opposed to the usual warmth.
He slowly kissed his way back up to her lips, stopping just short of them. He passed them and kissed the tip of her nose, her forehead, her hair, then made his way to her neck, passing over her lips altogether, making her pout in a way that made Guru just want to take her right then and there. But he wanted to make this special for her.
He tried to avoid her arms and legs altogether, but that was impossible. And Guru knew it was time to stop when Aisha let out a little yelp of pain and they hadn't done anything. No matter how excited they were, he would hold it in. For her safety.
"We have to stop. You're getting even more hurt. I might stop your recovery altogether."
"You tease!" Aisha huffed, but obediently laid herself down next to Guru, cuddling up into his side like she always had done.
"I think the tease is you." Guru looked down at her, a smirk on his face.
"Oh, just go to sleep!"
But Guru didn't. Aisha drifted off very soon, but Guru was still awake. He was thinking. And everyone knows that when Guru thinks, it's not normally good for anyone but him, and nowadays, Aisha.
He was thinking of Rakesh. And how exactly he would make him pay. Truly pay.
He dreamt of how he would avenge the attempted murder of his wife. The murder of his child.
A/N: What did you think of Guru's plan? Rakesh's reaction to Guru? Anyway, my birthday today. I'm working on two new Bollywood fanfics. One for Gunday, and one for Ishaqzaade. Watch for those two. I've got the ideas in my head, but I need to see how they look in on paper. REVIEW! If you have any ideas, review or PM me! From now on, check my profile to know when the next update is going to be.