Complicated. (Sequel)

3.

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He closed his eyes and listened to the music letting it take him away in the dream land. He was tired and sleepy. But sleeping on flights hadn't really been his thing, ever.

He looked outside the window, watching the sky and the clouds, watching the peace that came with it.

He looked around him, there weren't alot of people in the first class. Just him, an old couple sitting on the opposite aisle and a girl.

He looked away immediately.

He didn't want anyone to recognize him. But that wasn't possible? Was it? It was definitely hard for him now, people recognized him everywhere, not just in his home country.

He was the best cricketer in the world, a legend of his time, nation's heartthrob, the world's most famous sportsman.

He was everything he had ever aspired to be, and yet he wasn't satisfied.

Virat sighed and turned over.

He could hear whispers around him, and he groaned silently.

Great.

He moved back and raised his eyebrows at the girl who was stood there nervously, just beside his seat.

"Can I help you?" He questioned the girl and she bit her lip.

"Hi, umm hello-Virat." She knew him.

Of fucking course.

"Yeah, that's my name. Can I help you?" He asked again and she nodded her head at him.

"Yes. Can I take a picture with you? I'm a fan." She claimed and Virat felt so pissed in his head.

Can't he have one day without any fan or media encounters? Knowing that him refusing would make a huge story, he nodded his head.

"Sure, come." He told her and she sat beside him, clicking not one but three selfies.

"I'm Vira by the way." She informed him her name and for a second he felt his heart beat faster.

Vira.

Vira.

Vira.

Virat. And. Eira.

Eira.

The purest of love. The hardest of life.

He hadn't thought about her in a while, but she was in his heart every single day.

He missed her. He missed her smile, her text messages, her crazy selfies, her tantrums, her laugh. He missed everything about her.

He tried to move on, but no one could ever come close to what they had. The love that they shared.

Love should have been enough? Why hadn't it been enough?

A part of him felt guilty whenever he thought about her. He broke her into pieces.

He still remembered her broken voice on the phone, I'll never forgive you.

She had said. And then, she was gone. She was no where to be seen, her social media, her phone number, her Email. Everything. Poof. Gone.

The only thing he knew about her was by Farhan. The fight they had in the dressing room three years ago.

Pakistan vs India. Quarter Final. And captains of both the teams beating each other to a pulp in their dressing rooms.

They got suspended for three months after that incident. Farhan's voice still rang in his ears though, "You're the reason my little sister is broken, I hope you never find happiness, you bastard."

He was broken too. He just didn't show it to anyone.

"Pyaar karna chahta hoon, jis main dil na toote aur agar toote to dard na ho." He had once said these words to her, when she had asked what he wanted to do in his life other than cricket.

"Agar dard na ho, to wo pyaar hi nahin." Her reply had been perfect.

Atleast he knew, their love was true.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked back at the girl who was busy staring at him.

"You didn't like my name?" She asked him with a pout sensing the look on his face.

Virat shook his head and gave her a sad smile.

"Your name reminds me of someone I lost a long time ago." Virat replied softly and she nodded.

She knew who he was talking about. It was hard not to know what Vira was, especially if you were a Virat Kohli fan.

She still played innocent, not wanting to upset his mood.

The girl stood up from her seat and thanked him first.

"I really hope you find that someone again."

She left after saying those words to him.

Hope?

Virat Kohli didn't believe in that.