Complicated. (Sequel)

2.

EIRA

The sun rose perfectly on it's time, the rays shining across the whole room from their pent house.

The glimmering shine of the rays fell across her pale skin, she smiled as the sun greeted her face.

She had always loved the sun, loved how alive it made her feel..even in the scorching heat of Abu Dhabi.

The air conditioning in the living room gave her skin chills, and the light falling on her face from the huge glass window, made her feel warm and happy.

A cup of tea stagnant in her hands. Her mind deep into thoughts. She sighed, looking at the clock and waiting.

She had to wake him up in half an hour but she had woken up pretty early today.

She changed, she changed for the better. She made a life for her self, she became what she wanted to become, she chased her dreams, her demons haunted her every now and then..but she still over came them.

Life is like that. You think your life is over because of a tragic thing that happened in the past, but that's what it is. It's in the past. You don't exactly move on, but we heal.

She healed too. It took her time..and courage but she healed.

And here she was.

She switched on the television, instead of sitting idly, she saw her brother play, highlights of a previous match and captain Farhan Khan rescuing the Pakistan Cricket team. Her heart always filled with pride everytime she saw him.

Things had changed. Farhan got distanced..that distance had alot to do with someone she thought was hers.

Things hadn't been easy for her, her family was humiliated and Farhan, well..he had never felt so ashamed.

He supported her though, supported her and took care of her but he hadn't forgiven her, even though she wasn't to be blamed for anything.

Asher hadn't talked to her in years, the only time he talked to her was two years ago, just because he couldn't ignore the bride.

Her mother, well..mothers are the most selfless creatures on earth, she held her daughter close to her heart, and she encouraged her to do more in life. Encouraged her when she decided to take that step two years ago, and was behind her every time.

And she, she did everything she could to become a good daughter, a good sister...

And now, a good wife.

She sighed looking at the time and then decided to walk towards the bedroom.

She opened the door and switched on the lights, she pulled the curtains away.

She hummed a song she had heard on radio the other day. She walked forward on the bed and sat by his side, shaking him by the shoulders.

"sabah alkhyr." She whispered in his ears.

She only knew a few words in Arabic; she could hardly form a sentence but she still used the words she learned, to make him feel happy and appreciated.

He did the same for her.

"Hayati, Heard your voice first, the morning is obviously going to be good." He greeted her, putting a hand on her waist.

She smiled at him. His face brightened with the sight of her and she glowed when she stayed with him.

He proved that being a man of different race didn't matter, being a man from a different country didn't matter.

What really mattered was your strength and courage.

"You should get up. It's ten." She told him and he nodded, sitting up a littke straight on the bed. He yawned and then pulled the covers away.

"You woke up early?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I had to accept some appointments." She replied gazing into him.

"Alright. I'll go shower then, thanks for waking me up on time." He muttered, kissed her cheek softly and walked towards the closet.

She stood there, smiling at him. Smiling at the man she had moved on with.

Faris Al Borkan. An Emirati man. A man she never in a million years had thought she'd marry.

He was a man who owned half of Dubai, and she was a woman who was broken.

He was a man who had lost the love of his life and she was a woman who had lost the man she thought was her soul mate.

She worked in the Psychology department of the hospital that Faris had been donating money to, it was the hospital his lover had died in.

She used to cry sitting on the bench outside the hospital, he used to watch her silently.

So one day, he finally mustered up the courage and talked to her.

And that's how it all started.

They talked, their was chemistry, friendship and a connection of two broken hearts. And so it happened.

He proposed to her and she didn't refuse.

Her family didn't refuse either. They didn't want her to marry anyone in Pakistan, anyway. Not that alot of people were willing to marry her after that day.

So she got married.

Bubbly, funny, loud Eira turned into a classy..charming lady.

Life changed her.

Eira heard a tiny timid voice from behind her, tugging on her clothes and she looked down.

A little boy, with his thumb in his tiny mouth wanted to be held up.

By his mother.