True Love Waits (translations at the end)
"Bonjour, ma bien-aimee!
This is Chef Madhubala and you are watching Les Dlicieux.
Who am I cooking for tonight?
Well, it is my wedding anniversary
and to keep me company here comes the famous superstar RK.
Or, as I know him, my partner in crime, Rishabh Kundra.
Je t'aime mon beau mari".
She passes a glowing smile and a flying kiss toward Rishabh. He blushes red and pink from the audience whistles. He has never faced the world with Madhubala before. The kitchen makes him vulnerable. But, Madhu won't hear any of it. She wants him by her side every step of the way.
There lies a chair with his name engraved in gold. She says it symbolizes the permanent place he holds in her heart. Is this for real? He ponders sometimes. He is lucky to have a swooning wife.
She addresses the audiences with a swift tuck of the hair. She is charming them much like she pulls his strings.
Rishabh sets sails into waters of the past. Back then, he was a struggling actor taking on valet jobs at the Four Seasons, Paris. She was still the culinary morning star with fountains of joy.
Two shiny red shoes with equally shimmering feet step out of a 60's mustang. The lady is dressed in crimson from head to toe. A certain aura follows her around as she hands Rishabh, the valet boy, her keys.
"Je vous aime", she kisses his cheek and turns to repeat the gesture on the other side. He is confused: is she a cougar looking for puppy love? No, too young to be one.
She does not give him time to think and slips in a note in his back pocket as she parts away. His colleagues have got their teasing tone on. RK is sure to be pestered by the French boys drooling at the sight of lady scarlet.
His buddy reads the letter out loud, "A souffle bakes in my kitchen, come hungry".
Rishabh snatches the note away and aims straight at the rubbish box. He has got his head on straight and no one will distract him from becoming an actor, not even lady scarlet.
Lady scarlet, however, has other plans. She has been in a cook's block ever since her last breakup. Madhubala has not invented a new delicacy since Chef Zuri dumped her for that brainless blondie. With RK, Madhu has found her muse and nothing can stop her from reinventing her career with the very dish that started it all: Souffle Francaises.
She calls room service and requests for the valet boy. Nobody says no the Chef. Rishabh complies and knocks a nervous knock on the presidential suite. The scent draws him, she has got the ingredients laid out on the countertop like she knew he was coming.
Madhubala says nothing. Only, passes him an apron. He inspects her features. She possess the most tangled of curls ever found in history. Her hair is fire red. Not from birth, he assumes, given her descent. Her skin has freckles and a year round tan. Just enough to look sunkissed. Her dress appears as though the fabric is only meant for standing. If she sits down, which she does, it will tear apart; which it does not. She defines perfection.
Madhu offers him a choice of drinks; Rishabh sips on a virgin Badiot. She breaks a sweat releasing romance pheromones in the air. He sees her work with passion as she narrates the recipe out loud; leaving some secret ingredients out like any good cook. The ramikens are now in the oven. He shoots her a curious look; she reads the signs well. Her fingers touch his hands; his stomach encounters a storm of butterflies. She is dangerous, she is sly. His mind tells him no. She knows what she wants. His heart tells him yes. The oven makes an alarming sound and they are out of the trance. She serves him the Souffle with icing sugar.
He admires the texture of the dish and the hands who made it. He is in love, with the dessert of course. She winks, well aware of the spell she cast with the confectionary. He licks the spoon clean. As Madhu laughs, a gap appears from the corner of her mouth. He presses his lips against her.
"Trying to make sure you taste your dish too", he smirks at an unexpecting Madhu.
"Salut".
The kiss deepens. A ramekin touches the floor, saved by the cushioned carpetting.
RK is shook out of his dream by strings of laughter spread across the studio.
"Reveiller mon amour", she says.
Rishabh smiles a little smile and joins in the party.
True Love Waits (for Souffle)😆
Bonjour, ma bien-aimee! Hello my lovelies
Les Dlicieux. The delicious
Je t'aime mon beau mari I love you my beautiful husband.
Je vous aime I like you (casual)
Salut Hello (come hither kind in this context)
Reveiller mon amour wake up love
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