Originally posted by: Idiotboxer
This is an intergenerational story inspired from SAAKK but with a twist. I am still in the process of writing this so not sure if it will turn out to be a ff or ss. I shall change the title accordingly.
Prologue
It was a beautiful sunny morning. A long queue of aspiring students had formed outside the admission counter at KICAS. Most of them were women of various ages. There were a few men too but none as noticeable as the tall, well built, bespectacled man in his late twenties, standing towards the end of the queue. He ran his eyes around the campus and thought to himself, “How did it escape our notice that a culinary institute on the outskirts of the city attracted students not only from this state but neighbouring states as well. Mighty impressive. Miss Aastha Kashyap. I am sure you have built this on nothing but lies, treachery and deceit. Many years ago, you took away my happiness, broke Dad’s heart, betrayed Bade Papa’s trust. I am going to make you pay for all of it. Now wait and see how I reduce your institute to dust before your very eyes.”
The line slowly shortened and Shaurya reached the admission counter. A young girl was sitting at there supervising the admission process. He couldn’t see her face as she was looking down, intently going through the forms of the previous applicants.
“Looks like they have hired college kids to save money on staff.” Shaurya blurted out.
The girl lifted her head hearing his taunt and glared at him. He immediately recognised those eyes. He had met them the other day outside the restaurant. A momentary expression of recognition passed over her face as well. Then she extended her hand and took his form.
Oooh Nice! 😎 Now this is my kind of Kitchen Politics! 😍😂 Love it..
CID
Anupamaa
