In the bustling halls of St. Teresa's College, Shubman Gill is known as much for his cricket prowess as for his aloof demeanor. Balancing the demands of being a top player for the Gujarat Titans and a dedicated student, Shubman has little patience f...
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Sara sat on her bed, her legs pulled up to her chest, staring blankly at the wall. Her once vibrant and glowing face now looked pale and drained of life. Her mind was clouded with the thoughts of Shubman and the impossible choice her father, Sachin, had forced upon him. Cricket or her. She had known what it meant for Shubman to be a cricketer—it wasn't just a passion, it was his life, his soul. How could she ever stand in the way of that? How could she ask him to choose her over the dream he had worked so hard for?
Her heart ached at the memory of her last conversation with Shubman. She had forced him to choose cricket, despite how much it shattered her. It was the right thing to do. But the emptiness it left behind felt like a void she couldn't escape. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away. She had cried enough.
The knock on her door startled her, and she turned to see her younger brother, Arjun, entering the room. His face was filled with concern. He was holding a plate of food, which she had been refusing to eat since that dreadful day.
"Di, have some lunch," he said softly, his voice almost pleading.
Sara shook her head without even looking at him. "I'm not hungry, Arjun."
Her voice was lifeless, devoid of the usual warmth that used to define her. Arjun frowned, determined not to leave until she ate something.
"Stop lying, Di," Arjun said firmly, though his eyes softened with worry. He scooped up a small portion of rice and curry, bringing it closer to her lips. "You need to eat something."
Sara glanced at him, her eyes dull and distant. She wasn't sure how to explain the weight pressing on her chest, the constant ache that wouldn't leave. She had been pushing everyone away, even her brother who was doing his best to comfort her.
But Arjun didn't budge. He patiently waited, the morsel still held out. His gesture was gentle, a quiet reminder that he was there for her, even if she felt utterly lost. Slowly, almost mechanically, Sara parted her lips and allowed him to feed her.
Arjun watched as she chewed slowly, his heart breaking for his sister. He had never seen her this defeated, this heartbroken. "Di," he began, his voice soft but firm, "you can't keep doing this to yourself. Shubman wouldn't want to see you like this."
At the mention of Shubman's name, Sara's eyes filled with tears again, and she quickly looked away, not wanting to break down in front of her brother. The mere thought of Shubman was like a stab to her heart. His smile, his laughter, the way he held her—everything haunted her now. She couldn't bear the thought of him choosing cricket, even though she knew it was what he was destined for.
"I told him to choose cricket, Arjun," Sara whispered, her voice cracking. "I pushed him away."
Arjun sighed, sitting down beside her on the bed. He placed the plate aside and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "You did it because you love him, Di. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less. It's okay to feel this way."
