Complicated. (Sequel)

7.

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Farhan sat in the living room of Eira's house. His hands fidgeting with each other, his eyes at an unease. He sighed deeply and drank a little bit of water.

Had it all changed so much? Had their relationship changed so much that he was feeling awkward in his own sister's house?

That's why he didn't want to come here. All he wanted to do was shoot the commercial and take a flight back to Pakistan. But he didn't even know how his feet dragged themselves here.

He thought about seeing his sister after a year, how much had Eira changed? How much had he changed?

Suriya asked Farhan to have some tea for the third time but he shook his head. She told him Eira was taking a shower and would be down soon.

In the meantime, Farhan decided to play with Hani. He hadn't even held the boy, all he remembered was carrying Hani on the day of Eira's nikaah.

He pinched the little boy's cheeks and made a goofy face at him, causing the shy child to let out a giggly laugh.

He was his nephew. And yet Farhan hadn't even held him properly.

Farhan had always thought that if Eira had a child, he would spoil that child rotten, love him unconditionally. He would be a part of his baby sister, he had to love the child more than anything in the world.

But life, it's unfair. Hani wasn't Eira's child, but in a way he was. Eira was Hani's mother, that was the truth that nobody could deny. It didn't matter if she hadn't given birth to him.

Farhan was still busy playing with Hani when he heard a soft whisper.

"Bhai?" He heard and turned towards the stairs.

Her hair was open, all wet and her clothes were simple. She looked exactly like his sister.

Nothing had changed. Had it?

Eira walked towards him with shocked eyes and a gasped smile. She didn't care if their relationship wasn't the same at that time, she didn't care if Farhan bhai wasn't the same.

He was her brother and he was here and that's what mattered.

She hugged him tightly, crashing into his arms. Her arms tied around his neck.

A few tears falling down her eyes.

Farhan stiffened for a minute before wrapping his arms around her.

"Abhi bhi baal dry nahin karti?" Farhan asked with a chuckle and Eira smiled remembering the fact that her brother still knew her too well.

"Old habits never die." Eira said, smiling.

Farhan sat on the couch and so did Eira. Hani sat on his rocking chair playing with his action figures.

"How's Faris?" Farhan broke the awkward silence.

"Good. He's umm, he's great." She answered his question.

"Good. Are you happy?"

The same damn question. The only question that Farhan had been asking her the past two years, ever since she got married. Are you happy? A text, after every month. And Eira lied every damn time.

She was happy with Faris but she still wasn't happy. Not when her brother had distanced himself from her.

"No." Eira finally spoke the truth. Farhan looked at her in shock not expecting this answer.