Sensitive content: mention of eating disorder, self harm.
(No death guys 😭😭)

Sara Tendulkar was never really fond of men since she saw most of them as stinky, toxic or stupid due to her past experiences. There were of course exceptions like her father, brother and some friends. Shubman Gill was the last person who would be included in the last or atleast that's what she thought so.

Ever since he started living with her that is since the past weeks, her house has been strangely loud and one thing about Sara is that she hates loud songs and people. But Shubman playing a metal song and screaming it on top of his lungs made her feel like, she needed this, she needed him. Somebody who is completely opposite of her, somebody who would bring her out of her comfort zone.

Maybe Shubman Gill isn't that bad after all?

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Shubman Gill hated people who would laze around the room and never leave the house. People who were quite as a mouse. But seeing Sara Tendulkar curled upto into a ball, reading a book made his heart strangely crazy.

She was quite and calm, two things he is definitely not. She was patient and composed. He was impatient, and chaotic. And yet, they still felt strangely similar. Maybe it's the way Sara knows Shubman needs a green tea when he is stressed or maybe it's the way Shubman knows Sara needs coffee when she is under pressure.

"To be loved, is to be known" they said but Sara and Shubman weren't in love, right?

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Shubman opened the apartment to see hear somebody retching and he knew who it was, Sara. She has been puking since days and he tried to take her to the hospital thousand times but she kept refusing saying it's just food poisoning and that she will be fine.

Shubman signed as he entered her room to see her holding the washbasin with tears pricking her eyes. He went and sat down beside her.

"Sara, please just come with me. Let's just go to the hospital please." Shubman said stroking her back.

"It's just food poisoning, I'll be fine." Sara said leaning on Shubman.

"Okay, let it be. But there is no harm in just visiting the hospital." Shubman said.

"Shubman please, don't force me." Sara said looking at him.

"Okay fine. Get up, let's take you to the room." Shubman said helping her stand.

Sara took his hand in her's as he held her waist helping her walk back into her room. She laid down on the bed as he pulled the blanket on her.

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Shubman was walking in front of Sara's room when he saw her forcing herself to puke, purging.

"Sara?" Shubman called out and Sara almost jumped in shock.

"What are you doing?" He asked walking up to her.

"I was just- washing my mouth-" Before Sara could complete Shubman cut her off.

"I saw that you were trying to force yourself to puke." Shubman said sitting down beside her.

Sara eyes teared up and Shubman swore he felt his heart break.

"Hey, hey, come here, it's okay." He whispered pulling her in his arms. Sara clutched his t-shirt sobbing into his arms.

"It's okay, you are going to be fine." He kept whispering hoping to ease her pain a little.

Sara pulled back slightly looking up at him, he cupped her face wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"I have Bulimia." She whispered and Shubman raised his eyebrows asking her what it means.

"It's a type of eating disorder." Sara said leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Eating disorder?" He asked stroking her hand.

"An eating disorder is a serious mental health characterized by unhealthy eating behaviours and a preoccupation with body weight, shape etc." Sara said and Shubman's grip on her tightened.

"You've always had it?" Shubman asked looking at her.

"Not always but since high school." Sara said and Shubman nodded.

"How did it start? Did something happen which triggered you." Shubman asked.

"There was this boy, and he called me an elephant. It's not that I was chubby or overweight but I wasn't skinny either. I don't know to explain what it feels like but I felt disgusting. I didn't feel girly enough or pretty enough. And before I knew it, I turned to food for comfort. I binged eat all night long and in the morning I made myself puke. It hasn't stopped ever since." By the time Sara finished she was holding her knees to herself and crying.

"I don't know how to make you believe me but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You have the prettiest face and body, fuck that boy he was probably blind. You don't need to be a certain way to be pretty enough, you could weigh a 1000 kg or srink down to 10 kg which i know is impossible but still, you would still be the prettiest woman in my eyes. Sara, weight are just numbers, they don't define your worth. What matters is what is inside of you, and you are the most kindest soul I have ever met. Beauty is not pain, it's pleasure. Beauty is when you are confident, when you are yourself. You have always been beautiful and you will always be beautiful even if you turn 100 years old and your teeth fall off." Shubman said and Sara chuckled at his last sentence.

"What if I die before-" before Sara could finish Shubman again cut her off.

"I'll sell my soul to the devil and bring you back." Shubman said and Sara smiled, her eyes crinkling and Shubman knew that he could never witness a more beautiful thing ever.

"Why do you care so much? You don't even know me." Sara said wiping away her tears.

"You actually don't remember? I thought we were just pretending. Our mom's were best friends! We were in the neighborhood till middle school dumbo!" Shubman said.

"That's you? I thought Keart aunty had two son's. You looked so handsome when you were a child, what happened?" Sara asked and Shubman glared at her.

"Anyways, I am too busy to fight over silly matters. Come get up, we need to feed you." Shubman said and walked away.

Sara watched as Shubman walked away, his words lingering in her mind. The ten year old Sara didn't have bad taste, right?

(A/N)
Okay okay! Ik I am late but what could I do, I was out of ideas and super busy!! I was working on this chapter since days because I didn't know if ya'll would like it. It's a very sensitive chapter and eating disorders aren't talked about much. To all those people who are going through this disorder, you are not alone. You are loved no matter how you look and I am so immensely proud of you for not giving up.

Hope you guys understand the thought behind this chapter and forgive me for late updates 😭🙏🏼. Also the chapter is unedited so alot of grammatical mistakes would be there, sorry :((.

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