Complicated. (Sequel)

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2 years later

EIRA

He's kissing me, tenderly softly and his beard is grazing every part of my flesh too. He's holding my arm and his hand is on my hip. His hold is soft, yet firm.

It's almost like I'm in a spa, except I can feel the lust that's surrounding us. I sigh, in pleasure as he kisses my neck, biting a little on the sensitive spot and I shiver from the pleasure the action provides me.

I close my eyes..feeling oddly cherished.

One of his hands is now on my stomach, a little down from my stomach. I'm still wearing the thin shirt and sweatpants but I know they are about to be off soon.

He's about to take his shirt off when the door bell rings all of a sudden and I scramble out the bed.

"It's Hani." I announce.

Virat just groans as I skip past the hallway and open the door.

"Mamaaa." Hani says as soon as he sees me, dragging the word and leaping into my arms.

"Hi baby!" I kiss his cheek and hold him close.

"Where's Baba?" I question and he points outside.

I shake my head and see Virat entering the living room so I go outside to meet Faris.

"Hey!" I greet him and he looks back at me with the same eyes and with the same warmth.

It's been two years. Two years since we separated and two years since I became someone else's.

It took me a long time to actually accept the fact that I was with someone else, someone my heart had always wanted. But that didn't mean I missed Faris.

We are still friends though. And maybe even more. We share alot of details and we take each other into confidence when we want to.

"I'll pick him up at six, alright?" Faris tells me and I nod my head.

"Come inside na? Have tea?" I offer but he shakes his head at me.

"I do miss your tea but I have a meeting. Soon though, inshAllah." He replies.

"Alright, Masalama then."

Faris nods mumbling a take care in reply too and then exits the door. Him and Ayesha are just about to have another child in five months.

I am happy for him. But at the same time, it feels a little weird that he's having a child with another woman, that another woman being his own wife.

When I walk back inside, I see Virat and Hani playing cricket with his plastic bat and ball.

"Don't break anything inside the house." I tell them sternly.

They do this all the time. Hani is with me on the weekends, Faris drops him in the morning and takes him away in the evening.

Other than that, he's with me from monday to Thursday too but the timing is different. He comes in the evening or noon and goes back after dinner. Some times, he even stays with me. Those are my favourite days.

Virat and Hani have a special bond too. They're not a pair of father and son but they're friends. Hani tells him the things he won't even tell me. Maybe Virat's more cool than me.

It's funny because I see how much Virat loves him. And I know he likes children in general so he would want them some day, I do want to have a child of my own too but I feel like if that ever happens, I might not be able to give Hani the attention that he deserves.

Maybe I will have a child, some day. Made up of love from Virat and I.

"Alright champ! I'm tired. Want to get some milk shake?" Virat asks Hani who nods his head slowly.

Virat chuckles, holding him and then both of them look at me.

They both pout the same way. Maybe it's something Virat taught him or he taught Virat. God knows.

I raise my eyebrows.

"Mumma. Milk shake!" They both say at the same time. I roll my eyes and move towards the kitchen.

It's the only thing that I actually know how to make apart from tea and noodles.

When Hani finally goes down for a day nap after drinking the shake and playing some more, it's just Virat and I cuddled up in the living room.

He plays with the ends of my hair.

"Your mother called. She's still so hesitant to talk to me." Virat tells me after a while. I sigh.

It took a long time for my family to come to terms with what had happened, but Faris was the one who talked to them in the first place. I didn't even know about it. But the good part is, that they were slowly coming around.

"I'll talk to her in the evening." I respond.

Virat nods at me.

"You know how I feel everytime you're in my arms like this?" Virat asks me and I look up at him.

"How?" I question him and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Like I've won the world cup. Every time." His response always makes my heart stop.

But I smirk this time.

"Flattery won't get you sex Kohli." I say back chuckling. I mean it playfully and Virat knows that so he laughs.

He pins me down suddenly, tickling my sides and making me laugh.

"Virat-stoppp-please-" I ask in the middle of laughs and Virat doesn't stop.

"Vee Ba, what you doing?" I hear a groggy voice and Hani is above us all of a sudden.

Vee Ba. Virat Baba. He calls him that sometimes. It's heartwarming.

"Tickling your mother. Come, aaja upar."

And Hani jumps at me too.

There I am, in the middle of laughter and smiles..happy and satisfied with my life.

With no sorrow or grief.

But I know they might come some day, that's life. But I don't care because the love of my life is with me and that's all what matters.

"I love you." I tell the both of them.

"I love you." Virat replies.

"Love you, mamaa."

And That's my life.

A mother that's happy at home, family that loves me, an ex husband that is still a close friend, a child who loves me unconditionally, a husband who has his soul connected to mine and finally a brother who would give up his life for me.

Farhan Bhai. He's yet to find someone but that is the story for another time.

So this is me and my life.

A little complicated. A little twisted. But over all, epic.

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