Sharv's a big Indian guy who plays rugby and chain smokes.
I'm a petite Eurasian girl who can't stop bouncing around.
Sharv has biceps as large as my entire head and can singlehandedly push my car uphill with Chris in it.
I wear spectacles, have lactose intolerance and countless allergies.
We couldn't be more different.
Yet he takes the time to talk to my youngest sister who's six years younger than us and to put up with my constant mood swings. He reassures me that I'm 'just not fat' and when I don't believe him, in a completely believable tone free of exasperation he finds ways to reassure me that I'm beautiful or sexy or whatever I need to feel at the moment.
I'm so lucky to have him in my life.
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