Complicated. (Sequel)

13.

Finaaally!

Hii. Helllooo. I just wrote this chapter and seeing all your comments on the last chapter made me so happy that I knew I had to update again.

Please vote and comment. This one was hard to write because how can anyone refuse Virat?? Like just how??

But i like how this chapter has gotten shaped. It's dramatic, a little.

Anyway, tell me what you think. Make me happy and i might update again tomorrow! Byeee!

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Eira opened the door in her disheaveled condition, eyes drowsy, hair tied in a bun, pajamas that were rolled up a little from her feet and a thin shirt.

She looked up at the person who had knocked on the door and there he was.

Virat.

Virat, in that moment looked at Eira like she was his entire world, his eyes completely in love and so much in awe. His heart beat fast and hard, and Eira's did too.

While Virat's heart beat with love for Eira, Eira's heart thumped against her chest in fear and some sort of anxiety.

She didn't want to see him again. The last time she saw him, she could barely breathe, the last time she had come across him, she had a little breakdown, she had to get into a fight with her husband because of him.

Then why was he here? Why now? Why not four years before? Why did he have to come back into her life again? Why did she think it was a good idea to come to india in the first place?

Before Eira could start thinking of anything more absurd, she put on a brave face and looked at him.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed. Virat didn't seem phased by it, instead he gave her a smile. A smile that Eira could never forget but also the smile that haunted her dreams.

"It's really you, Eira." Virat said after a while. His smile had gotten bigger.

"Did you come here to get a conformation? News flash, yes. It's me." Eira rolled her eyes as those words left her mouth.

She was being rude but that's whathe deserved, and so much more.

Virat blinked still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she was here.

"Wow, I saw you at the wedding and I knew I had to see you again."

"Why are you here. Virat?" She questioned him coming straight to the point.

"I'm here to talk." He said, no hesitation and utter confidence oozing from him.

"I don't want to talk. Please leave, Mr Kohli." Eira responded, trying to close the door but he wasn't having it. Seeing her again meant he had a chance and he couldn't give up.

Not now.

"Eira, I wanted to apologise. I just-let me in please." He requested. Eira sighed, and shook her head again.

God, why was it so hard? He shouldn't be here.

"Virat, I suggest you leave before I call someone." She calmly told him this time.

"Eira, just one time. Let me talk." Virat requested again but Eira didn't have it. This time, she frowned and passed him a glare.

"You lost that chance four years ago, so just go."

She told him again, this time her voice had such an edge to it that it showed Virat, Eira wouldn't understand whatever he had to say.

Eira suddenly went inside, rushing towards the room as she heard a little crash, and a shriek.