Part dedicated to Rutu the Birthday Girl!
Happy Bday Buddy!     

-Remedy

     The sun shined on Shazad, making him groan. He covered his face with the pillow and shut his eye's tight. He still wanted it to be last night, he didn't want to have to wake up just yet. Shazad brought out his arm and searched for Zuzu next to him but she wasn't there. He got up reluctantly and looked around. "Good Morning sleepy head." Zuzu woke up an hour before Shazad, she'd taken a shower and gotten dressed and even have time to curl her hair. She climbed into bed holding her coffee mug and kissed Shazad good morning. Shazad was still half asleep, squinted his eye's at Zuzu

"Hey," moaned Shazad still sleepy

"Slept well?" asked Zuzu rubbing his back seductively.

"Yeah, yeah. Your mattress is real comfy," Shazad answered, happy.

     Zuzu had a mischievous smile on her face, "And strong too don't you think," she said with a wink. Shazad grinned an held Zuzu around her stomach. "Well, we didn't even put it to the test yet, just wait until tonight and…" Shazad was interrupted by Zuzu who had a I'm-sorry face on.

"There isn't going to be a tonight"

Shazad stopped smiling and had a confused face on. His first thought was a one night stand, but he really didn't have a problem with that. His next thought was whether or not he was that bad in bed, which couldn't really be a possibility considering his past experience. "See, I'm going to visit my aunt today and going to stay the night." she said. Shazad put his head and Zuzu shoulder.

"Come on, no," he whined.

"I have to go Shazad, but we have the whole day today and I'll be back tomorrow afternoon," she assured Shazad.

Shazad pouted and made a puppy face, and did everything else he could think about but Zuzu didn't listen. Finally with no other alternative he had to use his number one weapon, seduction. Need more be said?

     Angad drove as fast as he could, not caring a damn about the speed limit. He'd been waiting for this day for so long. His heart just knew that he'd find Anamika here, he just knew it. It was a hot day, with the sun scorching, almost boiling the ground itself. Angad sat in his car trying to imagine what his little girl would look like, she was beautiful he knew that, but how were her eyes now? When she was a baby, they were just like his, he wondered if she'd changed, he hoped she didn't. She was beautiful, just like her mother. Angad could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he approached the village. The tour guide he brought with him said after a certain point they'd have to walk since the road was to narrow for a car to pass through. Along with joy and anxiety, anger raged through Angad, his baby, his little girl lived in a dump! He just couldn't digest it, how could his little girl, his precious gem live in a place like this? No matter how thankful he was to the villagers for taking her daughter in, and taking care of her, he couldn't get passed the fact that she'd been so deprived from so much that he and Vedika had dreamt for her. Angad wanted to fly through the roads and go to his little girl, time was so slow for him and the journey to long.
     The village was very rural, small huts, a lake and some shacks. There was mostly soil and mud around, not much greenery either. The people all stared at Angad as they walked through, Angad noticed that kids in their ragged clothes and dirty faces, he knew one of these young ones might just be his child. It sent chills down his spine. Angad walk around with the guide who spoke the local language, Angad had taken Spanish in high school, but in Brazil everyone spoke Portuguese. "So, where is she?" Angad asked poking the guide. "Wait, they said that they have a small Indian girl, their getting her," he explained. Angad looked around trying to see if he could spot Anamika, his little girl was going to be in front of him a merely seconds, second which seemed like hours, like days, and towards the end they were equivalent to centuries. Angad looked down at the lake with boats floating upon them, it looked like a perfect picture, one painted on a canvas by some unknown painter who would suddenly get famous when he died.
     The guide shoved Angad when one of the village woman came with a child by her side, and he turned with a smile of his face and his still heart. He automatically looked down and frowned when he saw the child. It wasn't his Anamika, it wasn't his baby. Angad looked down and smiled, as if he was laughing at his fate. The child looked straight, not an inch left and not an inch right. Angad looked up at her confused. The girl didn't even glance at Angad once, she just looked up ahead. Angad bent down in front of her, causing her to move back a little, with her head searching for the woman's hand, but she still didn't move her eyes. "Hi, I'm Angad," he said bringing out his hand for a handshake. He looked at the women beside her, when the girl didn't respond or look at him. The woman said something to the guide which made the guides eye's grow wide. "She cannot see sir, the child is blind," he said. Angad looked down at the girl and thought long and hard. "Well that doesn't mean she cant speak now does it?" he said kneeing down in front of the girl.
     "Hi girl, I'm Angad. What's your name?" he asked again. The girl frowned, her eye's wandered trying to catch where the voice came from, they finally settled upon Angad. "Don't you want to talk to me, I'm pretty nice you know," he said. After the girl didn't answer, he thought that maybe she didn't understand English. But that didn't matter, Angad had already mad up his mind. He was going to take this girl with him and maybe put her in a good institute or something. Even if this wasn't Anamika, no child should have to live here alone. He couldn't help all the children, but this one, she's all alone, and Angad felt a sense of responsibility towards her.
     Before Angad left the village, he promised the lady taking care of the girl that he'd come back tomorrow, first he needed to ask permission from the court and then he'd take her with him. Angad did a lot of work in the car ride back to the hotel, he called Raj asking him to get the court papers ready for him to take the blind girl, he finished a bunch of the work papers, and much more. Anything to keep his mind off that fact that he still didn't find his baby, anything to run from the pain.
     
     Shazad was very happy that he was able to convince Zuzu to postpone her visit to her aunts place. He gotten the entire day's plan ready, everything was set to perfection. Until of course, his eyes fell on the calendar which said Sunday. Today was his date day with Aryan he remembered. Ever since Aryan could walk, Shazad spent every Sunday with him, just the two of them. Shazad mumbled curses, as he walked around thinking about what to do. Zuzu came out wearing a beautiful spring dress and a sweater going with the unusual warm weather today.   "Crap," mumbled Shazad.

"So are we ready?" Zuzu asked. Shazad bit his lower lip. "Zuzu, um, there's a problem," he said looking down. "Why what's up?" Zuzu asked casually. Shazad sat down on the bed and played with his keys. "Well, see I forgot it was Sunday, I spend all my Sundays with Aryan, see, ever since he was little I spend every Sunday with him," he explained. Zuzu sat next to Shazad and smiled. "Aw, that's so cute, your so sweet Shazad, but cant you cancel this week?" she asked.

"But, I only get this one day with him all week you know," he said looking down. Zuzu raised her eyebrow and looked at Shazad. "So?" she asked. "So nothing I just want to spend time with him, it's the only chance I get," he said looking up at her frowning. "Why? Shazad its not like you're his father," Zuzu said annoyed at Shazad for caring so much for Aryan. What was Aryan and Shazad's relationship? Why did he care for Aryan so much?

"Look! Zuzu, he's a really cool kid, and I mean, you'll really like him and he's a really big part of my life. I cant to ditch him today," Shazad said looking determined to not give in to anything. "And, I mean we can still hang out, just with Aryan too, you'll love him," he added. Zuzu rolled her eye's and walked away. "Shazad we're not in high school, we don't hang out while taking care of a little kid okay. I don't have any problems with you loving Aryan, it's real sweet but maybe we should take it slow okay," she said taking off her sweater.

"What do you mean?" Shazad asked. "Well, I'll go to my aunts house and you spend your day with Aryan, and we'll meet up some other day," she said as she walking into the bathroom to change into what she was wearing before to go to her aunts house. "Zuzu, come on, don't be like that," he said feeling bad. There wasn't much Shazad could do, when it came to Aryan, Shazad couldn't think about anyone else. His bond with Aryan was stronger than any other bond he'd ever felt., he could never let Aryan down.

     Angad was reading a book in his room, trying his best not to think about the morning and his daughter. He did a few times, think bout the blind girl and where to send her and what to do with her, but he tried his best not to think about his own kid. This was of course, impossible. There was a knock at his door, and he reluctantly got up and opened it. "Well, hello stranger," said Kripa as she walked in. She was all dressed up wearing a fancy pink tube top with a pair of blue jeans and pink heals that made a sound every time it hit the floor. "And where are you going?" Angad asked looking down at her extremely tight pants that really brought out her back side.

"I am not going anywhere, WE are going out," she said looking through Angad's closet. Angad laughed and shut his closet before Kripa threw al his clothes on the floor. "Kripa, I'm not going anywhere," he said. Kripa rolled her eye's and sat on his bed. "Angad, before coming here, you promised to take me out and today is the day you take me out," she said playing with his watch that was on the bedside table. "Well I think you are quite happy with being here, are you not?" he asked looking at her golden crisp shoulders from all the tanning she was doing down by the beach. "No! Angad, come on, your always cooped up in his room, and I don't know about you but I'm bored for you. So we have to go, that's final!" exclaimed Kripa getting up again and taking a shirt and jeans out of the closet for Angad.
     "Okay, but were just going to the bar for one drink and then I'm coming back," said Angad very seriously. "How about one drink for you and a bunch of drinks and a steak for me," said Kripa looking awfully cute. Angad smiled taking the clothes to the bathroom, "Sure, but then we come back". Kripa nodded like a child, "Yeah, yeah, then we come back".

-2 HOURS LATER-

     Angad and Kripa barged into Angad's room laughing and drunk. Angad held Kripa on her waist and kissed her again, like he did so many times that night, Kripa kissed him back harder, with her hands around his neck. "How how many drinks did you have?" Angad asked while swinging with Kripa around the room. Kripa laughed, "Five I think, yeah five," she said kissing him again. Angad bit Kripa's bottom lip as he kissed her, and moved his hands under her shirt. "Six counting the one you spilled on my shirt," he said looking down his stained white shirt. "Oh yeah, poor shirt," Kripa said. She started unbuttoning it while she kissed him. "I think you should take it off, it's dirty," she said as she felt his bare stomach with her fingers, it were not as much stomach as they was muscle. "I think you already did that part," said Angad looking down at Kripa with his hallow eyes. Angad's eye's her on Kripa but he was looking someplace else. He was looking at his life flash before his eyes, at his parents, at Vedika, and at his daughter. He was looking at all the pain, and then he saw its remedy…he saw Kripa.
     Angad kissed Kripa again, as he pulled off her shirt and threw it shirt of the floor. His hands gripped onto Kripa's golden shoulders and went down to her chest and then her stomach. Kripa brought Angad to the bed and kissed him again around his neck. They sat on the edge of the bed as they kissed continuously and stripped off the rest of their clothes. Angad kissed Kripa down her neck to her stomach, and then back up. He felt her nails dig in to his back, piercing into his flesh. Kripa's legs wrapped around Angad's waist as he kissed her again playing with her tongue. He'd forgotten how good it felt to be with a woman, how good with felt to be with Kripa. The last thing he remembered of that night was whispering into Kripa's ears, but what he said to her, he never recalled ever again.
     Angad groaned when the sun shined through the window. His head was killing him, it felt like a thousand pound boat had just landed on his head. He held Kripa who was under him tighter, feeling her warmed skin on his. Still asleep, he kissed her neck up to her cheeks and then rolled to the other side. He moved to his side, holding his head he opened his eye's. His brown eyes turned red as he caught sight of the window with Vedika sitting there staring at him. He quickly recalled whatever he could of the night before and his eyes shot down at a bare Kripa next to him. His eye's grew wider, and he felt something fall at the pit of his stomach when he looked back up at the window and saw…Vedika was gone. Only one word came to Angad, only one emotion, only one thought…Pain.

To Be Continued…

Sorry Sorry Sorrry for the delay!!!!! I'm trying me best guys, but I'm so sorry!!!!! Well as the heading says, this part is especially for Rutu the birthday girl!!! Happy Bday girly!!!!

Karishma***