Complicated. (Sequel)

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Virat turned around.

And stared.

And stared.

And stared more.

His light brown eyes were now a shade darker, his lips parted in a gasp, his face shocked. He blinked a few times, to try and make himself believe that he was imagining her.

That this girl wasn't her.

How could it be? How could she be here? In his country? Why would he imagine her in front of him, carrying a baby in his arms.

It wasn't her.

It couldn't be her.

Virat rubbed his hands on his face again, and then looked at the girl again.

Her hair was still as long as he remembered, her cheeks still rosy and her lips, God..her lips were so full. He never even got the chance to kiss them.

He never got to put his lips on hers, he never got to see that part of her, he never got to see that intimacy, that vulnerability. All he got to see and feel was pain.

So was she here as a reminder for that? Was this a hallucination?

"Eira." Virat whispered in shock.

She stood there, in shock too.

God, all she ever prayed was to not face him ever again in her life. All she ever prayed was to not see his face. And yet, here he was.

In the flesh, with his eyes the same shade of brown he remembered, with the same tattoos, maybe a few more..with the same face, maybe a little mature. Why? Why now?

"Virat." Eira took his name. It sounded foreign on her tongue, as if it was a sin to take that name. It might have been.

Her voice came out stronger than she intented it to be. Her voice came out as if him being here didn't affect her.

And maybe it didn't. It didn't..right?

"It can't be.." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on her.

It had been four years since he had seen her. Four years since he had even seen a glimpse of her face, four years since he had started to feel so empty, four years since he had felt broken, four years since all he had done was play cricket.

Four years since he had been trying to forget her and failed, four years since he had thought about calling her.

Four damn years. But for him, it felt like a lifetime.

Virat kept gawking at her, remembering the past.

Now Eira had two choices. Either she could stand there, and yell at Virat for causing her so much pain or either she could walk away, right now and go stand by her husband.

Eira thought rationally for a second. What benefit could standing in front of him would give her?

Even if she insulted him or took out the frustration on him? Nothing.

Besides, she was happy in her life now. She didn't need any drama.

Eira chose the latter.

She walked away with Hani in her arms.

Virat couldn't even stop her. How could he? He still couldn't believe she was real.

Virat stood there in shock, not even looking away from where Eira had gone. Instead, he kept staring.