Complicated. (Sequel)

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Hello? Hiiii. Hiyyaaa.

I updated yo!
Again. Shit man, I've no self control. Anyway need lots of votes and comments.

I honestly really like Rohit sharma and his wife as a couple so i thought it would be fun to add em xx thanks for reading.

Also i just wrote it like now and didn't even check so dont kill me if there's mistakes or lameness.

Now i better come back to lots of comments haha xx

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"Maybe it's a mistake Virat. That couldn't have been her." Rohit tried to make sense out of the whole situation as he saw Virat pacing around his living room.

"Do I look blind to you? I fucking saw her Rohit!" Virat exclaimed back, frustrated as ever.

How could he have been so fucking stupid? Why didn't he stop her?

"But how can she be in india, Virat? And you said she was carrying a child too? Was it hers?" Karan, his other friend.. tried to be rational, asking Virat every thing.

"No. It can't be. He must be one of her nephew or niece. Did you ask Ritika to get the guest list?" Virat's question was pointed at Rohit this time who was busy scrolling through his phone.

"Got it. There's no Eira in the list, Virat. Are you sure you saw her?" Rohit murmured. This was it for Virat, he glared at both of his best friends who were having a hard time believing him.

"God, why is it so hard to fucking tell you guys huh? I saw her, she stood right in front of me, stared at me, and then walked away to a man." He told them.

In the mean time Ritz came back from the kitchen with three mugs of coffee in her hand. This was the usual thing for these three. Virat would come by in the morning for early coffee, and Rohit and Virat would go for practice together. Today, Karan had joined in too. Especially after how Virat reacted the precious night. He had to be there for him.

"Okay so maybe if Virat is right, maybe that's the guy she came to the wedding with." Karan interrupted as he took his mug and sat on the couch opposite to Virat.

"Do you remember how he looked like Virat?" He questioned.

"He looked very different, wasn't Indian." He answered.

"Yeah, he must be Pakistani then." Karan murmured.

Virat remembered a little about the guy, but one thing he did remember was the man meeting others in a very different way. Also, his face didn't represent a desi look.

"No, he had a middle eastern kind of face." He answered.

"Wait..No." Ritika murmured in horror. She gulped and glanced at Virat.

"You can recognise him if I show you his face right?" She asked him, he nodded.

She, then took a few seconds to use her phone and then sat on the couch nearby Virat.

"Was this the guy?" She showed Virat, Faris' picture. Virat nodded fast.

"Yes. This is him."

Ritika looked at Virat in shock, she kept quiet and looked down for a minute.