Complicated. (Sequel)

Eira's Imaginary World.

Where she used to imagine and dream what her life after marriage to Virat would be.

Again, this used to be her imagination. It's not what she thinks about anymore.

The flight had finally landed in Delhi.

The weather here was totally the same as the weather in Lahore. Virat's family left from the airport even before us while Virat and I had to leave through the VIP lounge. Two of his bodyguards and a driver awaited us in the car outside.

Virat held my hand as we both sat in the car and started our journey towards my new home.

It was late at night and I was sure, we were both tired and sleepy. I put my head on Virat's shoulder in the car and closed my eyes, feeling his intimacy and warmth.

"All okay?"

"Hmm..just thinking I would have been paralysed by now if I had worn the lehnga on the way." I told him and he nodded.

"Acha idea tha yar, I'm hating this sherwani right now." Virat was still in his sherwani.

"Maine toh bola tha,"

"Yeah, wife is always right huh?" He said with a smirk. Before I could reply, the driver spoke interrupting our conversation.

"Sir, we've reached. Thankfully no media is seen outside."

"Alright, thanks Rishabh. Come, babe."

I got out of the rangerover and looked around, a huge bungalow was in front of me.

So this was where he lived.

"Welcome home."

I took a deep breath and smiled at him. We finally started to take steps towards the house, our hands entwined and fingers rubbing against each other.

Virat's mother, his sister and a few other women stood in the door way, Virat's mom had a huge silver plate im her hands. It might have been some sort of indian rituals but I couldn't place a finger on what it was really called.

She stood in front of us both and gave us a dazzling smile. She did 'aarti' and put a small red dot on my forehead. She did the same with Virat and we were asked to finally move inside.

Before we could even do that, I was hounded by flashes. Flashes so loud and so burning that my eyes hurt and I had to hide my face.

"Virat! Virat!"

"Virat, you're a married man now, how do you feel?"

"Virat, can we take an interview?"

"Eira, please show us your face, Eira smile."

"Virat. Virat! Pakistan jaa kar kya aap ne hindustan ko nirash nahin kiya?"

"Are you going to be living in india from now on?"

"Guys, please. We're tired and we just landed. I know you all wants answers, but now isn't the time. Back off, now." Virat stated firmly.

There are fans and general public among the media personalities and I have no idea how they even ditched the security that had been outside.

Virat wasn't lying when he said Indian media was much more in number and amount.

The journey from the doorway to the foyer seemed quite hard considering the amount of people we both were swarmed with.

I looked over at Virat who had a frustrated look on his face, I put my head down once again, obviously not wanting to be blinded by the cameras and the flashes.