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Hello readers and welcome to a new series - My Playlist Tales by me. This is a stand alone stories, not related to any of my other written fanfics. Characters may resemble slightly different than their original nature. These ones will be a mixture of three different OS interconnecting among themselves for all the three couples of ZKM i.e MehRya, SoHit/ MoNal and ViHal. All in the same order. Various songs inspire me to write my stories and so did this one. Please read and comment. Your criticism is welcomed and so are your praises. Remaining typos and grammatical errors are all mine. Let me know in the comments below if you want me to continue this new series and I can try to take some request too.
Inspired By Song - Iss Deewane Ladke Ko
Singer - Alka Yagnik
Movie - Sarfarosh (Releasing Year 1999)
Starring - Aamir Khan, Sonali Bendre.
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Three women trudge their way in their lounging room, for their first-morning break. Mehek slumped down in her seat with a sigh, Nehal and Sonal plopped on their chairs around the small circular table joining her. "God! I so much needed that break!" Nehal complaints while removing her heels and massaging her foot soles. "It was so hot in that kitchen, if any more minute in there, I swear I would have fainted right on the hot oven!!" Sonal grumbles.
"You guys. I am so tired. I barely had any sleep last night. If someone tells me to sleep like right now, I promise I would lie down anywhere. Even on this dirty floor!!" Mehek groans out.
"What happened? Did your Prince Charming do something to you last night?"
"Oh please. You really don't want to know."
"That bad huh?" Sonal asks.
"What do you expect?! It was my first time. Plus we had this food blogger coming it today. So I couldn't afford to take a day off." They both hummed in response.
"Hey, Mehek. You never told us about your love story with your Prince Charming." Nehal pipes up.
"I could ask you the same, sweetie." She retorts back. Nehal threw a tissue at her and Mehek threw it back.
"Okay... Cut it out you two. Stop tissue fighting, girls!! We will tell our stories one by one. But first, we will start with yours, Mehek."
"Yes!! So how did your story start?!" Nehal danced in her seat.
Mehek takes a deep breath, "My story starts with a request."
"A request?" They both ask in unison.
"Yes. A request for a shayari."
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ONCE UPON A TIME SOMEWHERE ...
"Sir, what is your shayari for today?" Nehal fired this question at her boss. The said boss looked up at her with a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You all really want to hear?" There was a murmur of agreement from his employees surrounding him. "Alright then. Here it goes."
Arz Hai,
Dawa Bhi Kaam Na Aaye, Koi Dua Na Lage
Dawa Bhi Kaam Na Aaye, Koi Dua Na Lage
Mere Khuda Kisi Ko, Pyaar Ki Hawa Na Lage
Aadaab.
She stared at him from her position at the doorway of the large kitchen as he laughed with all the others present there clapped at his shayari. Being the owner of White Chillies restaurant and the Head Chef of his own kitchen had its perks. At least it did for her. She gets to see him every day except holidays which were rare due to his workaholic behavior. His tall looming frame in that chef coat made her knees like jelly and those rolled up sleeves revealed sinewy forearms that made butterflies burst in her stomach. God! He must workout every day. He even looked better in a suit, looking like one of those models from fashion magazines. And not to mention that beard of his, those dark eyes and that smirk... All in all so handsome. She blinked at her thoughts.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
But he didn't love anyone like he always proclaimed only with the exception of his mother. Mehek had met her a couple of times in the past and Karuna Khanna adored her saying she would like a daughter-in-law just like her. She would only blush in answer while he would scoff and roll his eyes at her mother's advice and would always declare that he would never ever fall in love; let alone marry a stranger. But his actions told another story. It has been a year since she has worked with him. He would always smile when he saw her, they would go on hunting for various ingredients in the local marketplaces together for their restaurant, discuss menus in his office late at nights, he took her once in a coffee shop even if it was a business meeting with a client. She sighs to herself, surely she was attracted to him but where was this one sided love going anyway? She didn't even know.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
Mehek startles when she hears Sonal, their Pastry Chef calling out to her, "Hey Mehek. Good morning. Why are standing over there?" She smiles softly at Sonal, her eyes going over him again as he saw and gave her a small wave. "Hello, Ms. Sharma. Good to see you. We have Valentine's day coming in two days. We need some help on the new menu. Come on over here." She was the Sous Chef of the White Chillies kitchen in New Delhi. She worked right under him and would take care of the kitchen in his absence.
Dard-E-Dil, Jaane Na, Paas Mein Jitna Aaun
Utni Door Yeh Jaaye, Jaaye, Haan Jaaye
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
But he would rarely ever praise her for all her hard work nor she did ever mind that. She loved working on what she's best at. Also, he's a man of few words and kept secrets up his sleeves, by being all mysterious and brooding. Plus the good thing is she loves mysteries to solve. She walks over to the crowd of workers surrounding their boss. "Okay team, as you all know Valentine's day is coming in two days. We need a specials menu made up for the day. Does anyone have any suggestions?" He looks around at all his chefs and cooks before settling his gaze at her. "Ms Sharma? Do you have any idea for the menu?" She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully as she started running the creative horses in her mind before prattling off in full speed, "Yes Sir. We can go for starters like Cottage Cheese Sesame Sticks, Cheese Fondue and various fritters, Chocolate Fondue and diced fruits. Soups like Cream of Tomato and Veg. Noodle with Indian Fusion. In Main course, Penne Pasta tossed in Red Arrabbiata sauce garnished with Parsley and Parmesan with Garlic bread on the side, Spicy hot Veg Sushi in various combos. And in dessert we can have Red Velvet cupcakes, Chocolate Eclairs and Strawberry Shortcake." A dozen pairs of shocked eyes stared at her like she was an alien on this planet, she looks up at him for a positive response.
Dard-E-Dil, Jaane Na, Paas Mein Jitna Aaun
Utni Door Yeh Jaaye, Jaaye, Haan Jaaye
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
He nods his head in approval, almost looking at her with in pride in his eyes? She had no idea. "Looks like someone did their homework. Alright, people, we're following Ms. Sharma's menu for the V-day. Make a list of the required ingredients for the inventory. Let's get going, everyone!! We have lot of work to do." He ordered out, all the chefs and waiters scattered to their working stations for the day. He resorts to go to his office in the back of the restaurant. Sonal stood next to her, staring at the retreating broad back of their hot boss. "Oh God! He's so dreamy... I swear if I wasn't married to Mohit. I would totally go for that hot stuff!" Sonal sighs before patting her shoulder. Only if she knew, she had tried it herself but it didn't work.
Rang Na Dekhe, Roop Na Dekhe,
Yeh Jawaani Ki, Dhoop Na Dekhe
It was only a couple of months since her joining in the restaurant. There was a celebration party and she wore her best Golden Yellow Anarkali dress for the evening with half open back pattern, her hair in soft curls. He had ignored her for the whole night, barely even glancing her way. That was the time she knew he loved making shayaris. Especially on Anti-Love themes. After peoples request, he delightfully told them.
Arz Hai,
Kuch Majnu Bane, Kuch Ranjha Bane
Kuch Romeo, Kuch Farhad Hue
Iss Rang Roop Ki Chahhat Mein
Jaane Kitne Barbaad Hue, Vo Dekho
He pointed to a quarreling couple in the corner who coincidently fought at that moment; where the woman was screaming at her boyfriend for flirting with someone else. She was not surprised when the woman angrily slapped him in the face. She returns her gaze back him. He was laughing at the absurd idea of falling in Love. How can she get to see him what she feels about him if he is scared of Love? Maybe he has a Commitment Phobia, but she wasn't a Psychology specialist to diagnose the same.
Ishq Mein Iske, Baavari Hoon Mein
Yeh Bhala Hai Toh, Kya Buri Hoon Mein
You might say she's crazy, even she questioned her own sanity occasionally. Sometimes, she felt that he was way out of her league. They're poles apart. He was tall and fit while she was average and chubby. She was not that bad looking in fact, quite pretty with her large brown eyes and plump lips but she was always conscious about her weight though. Sonal would always threaten to kick her in the shin, if she even mentioned about the topic on weight loss. She says that her voluptuous curves would vanish and that wouldn't do any good to woo him. But why would Shaurya turn shy at the mere mention of her in front of others? Sonal and Nehal told her about his behavior in her absence. He would avoid talking anything related to Mehek Sharma.
Yeh Ladka, Hai Phir Bhi, Jaane Kyun Sharmaaye,
Jaane Kyun Sharmaaye,
Jaane Kyun Sharmaaye, Haan Sharmaaye
After sixth months of her joining, she had thrown a party treat for her birthday, inviting everyone including him. She was half expecting him to not show up but he did, dressed in casual dark jeans and a white button down; accompanied with a large Chocolate bouquet and a huge Birthday greeting card for her birthday present. Who gives cards these days? An old fashioned mixed with modern taste. Maybe Archie's had a discount sale on birthday cards. There were a dozen people crammed into her small apartment, drinking, eating her prepared dishes and few danced in the cleared space of her living room. There was Sonal with her bank manager husband Mohit, even Nehal their Head Waitress with her boyfriend Vicky who was the restaurant's Head Manager and also Shaurya's younger cousin brother with some other few coworkers. She lost her parents in her childhood and only had the support of her grandparents who lived in Shimla. She was the only child and lived alone. He stood in a corner his hands shoved deep in his pockets, watching everyone in silence. Upon many insisting requests, he was pushed in her direction for a dance. She had worn something different this time, a Soft Pink Velvet Wrap mid length dress with her hair pulled around in a fish braid. He danced with her that night, looking everywhere except her. She never felt so much awfully bad as she did that day. And it was her birthday for God's sake!! Not even one compliment. How could he? Idiot.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
A couple of months later she was invited to his birthday party. Despite his odd behavior at her own birthday, she decided to go. Why do you ask? Because she's a pathetic idiot who loves this guy who's probably blind as a bat to see her affections for him. She wanted to smack her forehead to knock some sense, preferably with a freaking wall instead of her hand. She dressed this time in a Navy Blue Chiffon Saree with her hair twisted up in a French bun. He didn't stop staring at her, for the whole time she was there. As she mingled with people, talking about her work and the Delhi's weather. She could feel his dark gaze unwavering from over her outfit. But whenever she would turn towards him, he would pretend to look over someone else or fake laugh at something. She knew better now. She was affecting him and loved it! Score Point 1 to Mehek Sharma.
Jaanti Hoon Mein, Yeh Tadapta Hai
Pyaar Mein Iska, Dil Dhadakta Hai
He had invited his old friends, one of whom was his old ex-girlfriend, Nikita Whatchamacallit. She forgot her surname but that didn't matter for in fact she wanted her to disappear forever. The witch was holding him in a vice like grip with her spider hands. And he looked like he didn't even wanted to be anywhere near her. Mehek never felt jealously burning her inside out in her entire life than it did in that one whole evening. She almost wanted to pull that witchy woman's hair and throw her under a bus. But she didn't needed to rescue her knight in Black Armani suit, because he already did that himself. He extracted his broad frame from that bitch's slimy tentacles like hold and spoke loud enough for the entire party to hear, "Nikita. Please. I'm not interested in you. I have moved on and so should you. How many times do I have to tell you no and leave me the hell alone?!" She tried apologizing for her lousy bimbo actions with crocodile tears flowing down her pasty makeup face, but he had enough and showed her the door, the bitch stomped her way out. Good riddance. Mehek shakes her head at herself. Here she was being jealous over someone who doesn't even know about her feelings.
Jise Dekho Dil Ki Dhuni Ramata Hai
Arre Yeh Mandir Nahin Hai, Shivala Nahin Hai
Haseenon Se Kehdo Kahin Aur Jaayen
Mera Dil Hai Dil, Dharamshala Nahin Hai
A month ago, she had barged in his office unannounced. She had caught him off guard, holding a red rose in his hand as he stared at something on his laptop screen. He immediately shut down his laptop before grimacing at himself. There's an awkward silence which Shaurya breaks by clearing his throat, "Ms Sharma. Can I help you with something?" Then she remembers why she came here, "Yes Sir. I think we should reconsider changing that new waiter Ajay. He keeps spilling water everywhere in the kitchen. I nearly slipped and fell on my ass for the fifth time in just one day!!" His eyes widen comically at her modern definition of her derriere, before again clearing his throat again. "Send him in. I will see what I can do. We don't need more water hazards and... ahem... bottom accidents too." Mumbling the last three words, he waves her away. "Yes Sir. Of course Sir." She stifles a smile as she walks out. Knowing he is watching her go, she sashays her way out of his office, making sure to sway her hips in an enticing way. She was 99.99 percent sure that he groaned out a swearing curse, which was very unlikely of him to do. But who knows? It could be that poor bent over rose talking out from his tight hard grip. Score Point 2 for Mehek Sharma. Did she mention that she wrote these pointers on a small slate which she has hanging in her locker? She was utilising that for little reminders that she might forget. And yes Shaurya still had a zero on his side.
Yeh Akele Mein, Aah Bharta Hai
Phir Bhi Kehne Se, Yeh Kyun Darrta Hai
That day she had the balcony seat of the special screening of The Wrath Of Shaurya Khanna. Nonetheless, she was absolutely speechless and slightly turned on, to watch him boil over that man. He scurried out of the door before you can say butcher knife, his gait strangely reminded her about rats. Shrugging at herself, she got back to her work. It was quite a busy day. She finished her task of wiping the floor till it shined and cleaning down the stainless steel shelves and platforms till she could see her face on it. Mehek took her purse from her locker not bothering to lock it, she didn't had anything valuable for someone to steal. After switching off everything, she goes towards his office, "Sir. I have closed up everything. Are you coming or staying here?" He stood up from his position on the chair behind his desk, "No. I will be staying a little later than usual. You may leave." She bids him goodnight and walks out of the kitchen door as she makes her way through the huge dining hall towards the main entrance when she hears him call her. Mehek turns around to see him standing stoically tall by the kitchen entrance. A small hope bloomed in her heart. Will he say something or give me that rose? Shaurya appeared anguished like he was battling a war within himself, running his fingers through his dark hair he finally spoke up, "Get home safely Ms Sharma. I don't want to search for another talented Sous chef." Her hope deflated like air from a punctured balloon. So much for day dreaming Mehek. Or maybe he just likes lying specifically to you.
Sach Kucch Bhi, Bole Na, Jhoothi Baat Banaaye
Jhoothi Baat Banaaye, Haan Banaaye
The d-day finally arrived. The day where entire world celebrated their love. Mehek did too, in her own way. She wore a long flowing Rose Red dress with bell sleeves and a Black waist belt to accentuate her curves. Completing her look with light makeup, Black ballet flats and her straight hair tied up in a ponytail. Sonal complimented her for being a Cupid Cute that day. She could only blush in answer. He did saw her later on, very up close when she nearly walked into him while going to change for her shift. He was already donned in his chef coat, his eyes raked over her attire, after seeing the coast is clear of any audience, he spoke something she always had dreamt about, "That's a good colour on you, Ms Sharma." That was the closest compliment she could ever have by Shaurya, ever since she met him. Score Point 3 to Mehek Sharma.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
He barricaded himself in the office for the entire time till the rush hour started. All of them slaved around in the hot kitchen in all that mess, she barked orders to others and felt nearly scattered all over the place. He came in like a storm, taking in everything under his control and everything fell into a smooth pace. Here she was all sweaty and worked up while he looked like cool as a cucumber even if he worked for 10 hours straight. Mind you she has seen him work and it was almost mesmerizing to see. He was born to be a Chef, one might say. And they were right, he's totally natural in the kitchen.
Dard-E-Dil, Jaane Na, Paas Mein Jitna Aaun
Utni Door Yeh Jaaye, Jaaye, Haan Jaaye
After a very successful time with her new menu for Valentine's Day, one by one everybody left for their home, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She felt drained, both mentally and physically. A tub of chocolate chip ice cream and a few romantic chick flicks will get her to sleep maybe. Shaurya was sensible enough to give them all a day off tomorrow. She could stay back in bed, sleeping till next noon. Changing back in her dress, she lets her hair down. She didn't pay attention to a minor change in her locker. She took her purse and closed it shut. Hearing his presence in the office, she didn't bother disturbing him. It's been a long long day.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
Another has day gone, she felt a tinge of sadness at that thought. She was now tired of chasing him. You should stop this nonsense Mehek. If he wanted you then he would've done that a long time ago. She makes her familiar path towards the entrance when she hears something from behind her. It was his voice. She turns around to see him stand a few feet away from her. How come she didn't hear him? He wore a Black suit with a Red button down shirt, a few buttons opened on the top, giving a sneak peak of his muscular chest. He was looking very dapper and stylish. He had his left hand buried deep in his pocket. Snapping his fingers of his right hand, a small light brightens the room, she takes note to a table setup for two people filled with food, behind him. He clears his throat for her attention and opens his mouth...
Phool Khilte Hain, Bahaaron Ka Sama Hota Hai
Aise Mausam Mein Hi Toh, Pyaar Jawaan Hota Hai
Dil Ki Baaton Ko, Hothon Se Nahin Kehte
Yeh Fasaana Toh, Nigaahon Se Bayaan Hota Hai.
"I just have one thing to ask you. Will you do the honors of being my Valentine, Mehek?" He called by her first name. He never did that in reality except in her dreams. Maybe she knocked her head on her locker and now she's dreaming all this. She pinches herself hard on her arm, she winced in pain and blinks but he's still standing there. Nope, this is not a dream. He's real. "Mehek? Are you okay?" The sound of her name coming from his deep baritone like voice sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She was utterly caught in surprise by him. What the hell happened to him? Did he hurt his head? Or maybe food poisoning? What changed? He smirks amused, at her as she realised that she spoke everything out loud.
"No. My head is fine and I don't have any food poisoning. This changed for me a long time back but I'm implementing my actions today." She approaches him quietly till they stood inches from each other.
"Please tell me you're not joking. Because if you are then you really need to hunt for another Sous chef." She felt her eyes prickle at that thought. He smiles down at her, "This is not a joke or a dream. This is really happening, Mehek. You changed my entire life ever since you walked through that doors a year ago. You impressed me in your interview. I wanted nothing more than to stay around here with you. That's why I started coming in every day. Those late night shifts, client meetings, food shopping, parties, menu discussions. I did everything to see you. Be around you. Get to know you better. I saw you reciprocated back when you started staying back late and dressing up better. Many men noticed that change including me. Do you know how much I had to control myself before I actually punched them in the middle of their stupid faces?"
"Why are you doing this now?" She whispered.
"Because I'm an idiot, that's why. I never had the courage to ask you out. You are so sweet and nice to everyone. Sometimes I would feel that you're out of my league. That's why I would avoid your topic every time my mother asked about you. I'm sorry, Mehek. I should have asked you before." He finished with a small sigh. "I understand if you chose to walk away from me at this moment. I won't complain. Except maybe curse myself for my entire life for letting go of this amazing chance to be with a beautiful one of a kind angel like you."
"Okay. Stop before I start crying. And it is not a pretty picture. But just so you know, you had me at 'Idiot'." She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. He fiercely hugged her back, half believing she would really fly away from him like the angel she is. She felt a couple of traitor tears escaping from her eyes. Breaking away their hug she wiped her tears away.
"God this feels like a dream." Shaurya chuckles while wiping his own eyes. "I have a way to make sure that we're both not dreaming." Mehek suggests.
"How?"
"By doing this." She yanks him down by the lapels of his jacket's and presses her lips with his. After a few moments of intense kissing, they come up for air breathing hard. He looks stunned by her bold action, "See?? Now we know that we are not dreaming."
"I doubt that. I still need some more of that delicious proof. Come here." And he grabs her head, his fingers knotting in her hair and kissed her senseless.
They broke away, panting heavily. "Can I ask you something?"
"You already did!" She rolls her eyes at him. He chuckles again, "Why do you have that slate in your locker?" Her heart dropped into her stomach, "What?! You spied in my locker?"
He looked horrified by her accusing tone, "No! No! I saw your locker open like earlier today before your shift ended... Didn't you see what I wrote in there?!" She all but ran towards her locker and opened it, studying the minor change she had failed to notice before. There written in a very familiar handwriting right next to her 3 points was now a point 1 in Shaurya's space. She went back outside where he sat on the chair and looked up when she reappeared in front of him, fuming.
"You added your score number?! How could you?" He gestures her to sit down and she did with a huff of annoyance crossing her hands in front of her. He steeples his fingers in front of him as he regards her face while she glares at him in anger for intruding in her personal stuff, "What are you looking at?!" She bursts out after she couldn't handle his silent mode.
"You." He simply stated with a smile.
That kind of melted her a little.
Just a little.
"That's not I want to hear from you, Sir. I want to know---" She was interrupted by him, "Call me Shaurya."
"What?"
"From now on, you will call me Shaurya."
"Even in public?" He nods his head. "You still didn't answer my question yet, Shaurya."
"If you get a score for affecting me then doesn't that counts in my case too?!" "How did you---??" "I know everything, sweetheart. Plus you haven't been locking your locker since you came here so. It didn't hurt to peek. I'm sorry if you feel intruded." She sighs, uncrossing her arms. "I'm not. I just didn't think of you as a nosy person." "I'm not. But for you, I'll make an exception." "Okay, all that talking and kissing made me hungry plus all these dishes look delicious. Thank you for all this."
"Anything for you, dear. Well, what are you waiting for? Let's eat then, shall we?" They finished their dinner and locked up the restaurant after themselves, he walks her towards his car, "I should drop you to your place, and... What?" She laid a hand on his arm, stopping him from walking further, she raises herself in her toes and places a soft kiss on his lips.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to do that. Now come on drop me home, Mr. Khanna." She bit her lips from smiling at his surprised expression. He recovers soon and grins at her, "Of course, Ms. Sharma. So should I consider this as a yes?" She stood by the passenger door, her hand frozen on the handle. "A yes for what?!"
"A yes for being my girlfriend and my sous chef. What do you say?"
"Do I have to be both?"
"I prefer it that way."
"No."
"No?!"
"No. I'll be your sous chef first then your girlfriend."
He smiles at her, "You really are something."
"I know. Now let's go, driver!!" She playfully smacks the top of his car.
"Yes, Ma'am" He salutes mockingly. They both laugh as they get in the car and drive in the moonlight.
Mehek Sharma finally found her Knight in Black Armani in that magical Valentine's night. And they lived happily married ever after...
THE END
"That last line is so not true. You're not even married yet!" Nehal scoffs. "I'm halfway there." Mehek grins at her before pulling her left hand from beneath the table. On her ring finger laid a glinting platinum diamond ring. "Wow, Mehek. That is so beautiful. When did this happen?" Sonal questions in awe.
"Yesterday night. It was exactly a month after I said yes. He said he can't wait any longer, complaining about Maa chewing off his ear for our marriage now."
"That explains your soreness." Sonal giggled.
"Shut up! It was a spontaneous moment and one thing led to another."
"Uh huh." "Yeah... Right.." They both roll her eyes at her.
"So you guys are having a summer wedding?" Nehal asked.
She smiles and nodded. Both the girls squealed loudly. Suddenly, then and there her Prince Charming made a magical appearance, "What are you women doing in here? Break time's over. Get back to work everyone!" He barked out and the other two women scampered away giggling to themselves. Surely outside he was their best friend's fiance but here at White Chillies he's still is their boss. Mehek slowly got up from her seat, wincing a little. She felt him still standing behind her, "What happened Ms Sharma? Didn't your fiance let you sleep last night?" She could almost hear his smile through his voice. She sighs dramatically as she turns towards him, "Yes Sir. You're right. I barely had any sleep. Because I'm so sore at some places that I can't even tell you. He totally wore me out with that hunky chunk of all handsome manliness magic." She could see his chest puff out in pride, his man ego was filled with her flattering words. "Is that so? Maybe I should talk to him to take care next time. I don't want my restaurant to affect if something happens to my Sous chef." She still kept her facade on like him, "You shouldn't Sir. He really has a bad temper. I saw him break this guy's nose, who was leering at me, when we went out on our first date. I don't want him to punch you too!!"
"I punched that asshole because he deserved it. Sooner or later he was gonna get it from me." He broke his character, "So what's the yesterday's score?"
"My 6 to your 4." "What?! It should be 5! You cheated!"
"I did not!"
"I'm sure you did." He stepped forward towards her, she took a step back, "Shaurya, stay away from me. I'm telling you I did not cheat. Stop right there or else... "
"Or else what?!" He chuckles darkly. She turned to go out from his right but when he tries to catch her, she ducks under his arm making a mad dash for the door. "Mehek! Get back in here! I'm not done with you!" She sticks her tongue out at him when she reached the doorway and ran away laughing. He shook his head before smiling wide and followed after her.
TO BE CONTINUED
And that's a finish. Next up will be a SoHit or MoNal OS. I won't reveal the song. Will try updating sooner. Thanks for reading.
DO NOT COPY THIS POST AS THIS IS EXCLUSIVE TO INDIA FORUMS
Inspired By Song - Iss Deewane Ladke Ko
Singer - Alka Yagnik
Movie - Sarfarosh (Releasing Year 1999)
Starring - Aamir Khan, Sonali Bendre.
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Three women trudge their way in their lounging room, for their first-morning break. Mehek slumped down in her seat with a sigh, Nehal and Sonal plopped on their chairs around the small circular table joining her. "God! I so much needed that break!" Nehal complaints while removing her heels and massaging her foot soles. "It was so hot in that kitchen, if any more minute in there, I swear I would have fainted right on the hot oven!!" Sonal grumbles.
"You guys. I am so tired. I barely had any sleep last night. If someone tells me to sleep like right now, I promise I would lie down anywhere. Even on this dirty floor!!" Mehek groans out.
"What happened? Did your Prince Charming do something to you last night?"
"Oh please. You really don't want to know."
"That bad huh?" Sonal asks.
"What do you expect?! It was my first time. Plus we had this food blogger coming it today. So I couldn't afford to take a day off." They both hummed in response.
"Hey, Mehek. You never told us about your love story with your Prince Charming." Nehal pipes up.
"I could ask you the same, sweetie." She retorts back. Nehal threw a tissue at her and Mehek threw it back.
"Okay... Cut it out you two. Stop tissue fighting, girls!! We will tell our stories one by one. But first, we will start with yours, Mehek."
"Yes!! So how did your story start?!" Nehal danced in her seat.
Mehek takes a deep breath, "My story starts with a request."
"A request?" They both ask in unison.
"Yes. A request for a shayari."
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ONCE UPON A TIME SOMEWHERE ...
"Sir, what is your shayari for today?" Nehal fired this question at her boss. The said boss looked up at her with a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You all really want to hear?" There was a murmur of agreement from his employees surrounding him. "Alright then. Here it goes."
Arz Hai,
Dawa Bhi Kaam Na Aaye, Koi Dua Na Lage
Dawa Bhi Kaam Na Aaye, Koi Dua Na Lage
Mere Khuda Kisi Ko, Pyaar Ki Hawa Na Lage
Aadaab.
She stared at him from her position at the doorway of the large kitchen as he laughed with all the others present there clapped at his shayari. Being the owner of White Chillies restaurant and the Head Chef of his own kitchen had its perks. At least it did for her. She gets to see him every day except holidays which were rare due to his workaholic behavior. His tall looming frame in that chef coat made her knees like jelly and those rolled up sleeves revealed sinewy forearms that made butterflies burst in her stomach. God! He must workout every day. He even looked better in a suit, looking like one of those models from fashion magazines. And not to mention that beard of his, those dark eyes and that smirk... All in all so handsome. She blinked at her thoughts.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
But he didn't love anyone like he always proclaimed only with the exception of his mother. Mehek had met her a couple of times in the past and Karuna Khanna adored her saying she would like a daughter-in-law just like her. She would only blush in answer while he would scoff and roll his eyes at her mother's advice and would always declare that he would never ever fall in love; let alone marry a stranger. But his actions told another story. It has been a year since she has worked with him. He would always smile when he saw her, they would go on hunting for various ingredients in the local marketplaces together for their restaurant, discuss menus in his office late at nights, he took her once in a coffee shop even if it was a business meeting with a client. She sighs to herself, surely she was attracted to him but where was this one sided love going anyway? She didn't even know.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
Mehek startles when she hears Sonal, their Pastry Chef calling out to her, "Hey Mehek. Good morning. Why are standing over there?" She smiles softly at Sonal, her eyes going over him again as he saw and gave her a small wave. "Hello, Ms. Sharma. Good to see you. We have Valentine's day coming in two days. We need some help on the new menu. Come on over here." She was the Sous Chef of the White Chillies kitchen in New Delhi. She worked right under him and would take care of the kitchen in his absence.
Dard-E-Dil, Jaane Na, Paas Mein Jitna Aaun
Utni Door Yeh Jaaye, Jaaye, Haan Jaaye
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
But he would rarely ever praise her for all her hard work nor she did ever mind that. She loved working on what she's best at. Also, he's a man of few words and kept secrets up his sleeves, by being all mysterious and brooding. Plus the good thing is she loves mysteries to solve. She walks over to the crowd of workers surrounding their boss. "Okay team, as you all know Valentine's day is coming in two days. We need a specials menu made up for the day. Does anyone have any suggestions?" He looks around at all his chefs and cooks before settling his gaze at her. "Ms Sharma? Do you have any idea for the menu?" She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully as she started running the creative horses in her mind before prattling off in full speed, "Yes Sir. We can go for starters like Cottage Cheese Sesame Sticks, Cheese Fondue and various fritters, Chocolate Fondue and diced fruits. Soups like Cream of Tomato and Veg. Noodle with Indian Fusion. In Main course, Penne Pasta tossed in Red Arrabbiata sauce garnished with Parsley and Parmesan with Garlic bread on the side, Spicy hot Veg Sushi in various combos. And in dessert we can have Red Velvet cupcakes, Chocolate Eclairs and Strawberry Shortcake." A dozen pairs of shocked eyes stared at her like she was an alien on this planet, she looks up at him for a positive response.
Dard-E-Dil, Jaane Na, Paas Mein Jitna Aaun
Utni Door Yeh Jaaye, Jaaye, Haan Jaaye
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
He nods his head in approval, almost looking at her with in pride in his eyes? She had no idea. "Looks like someone did their homework. Alright, people, we're following Ms. Sharma's menu for the V-day. Make a list of the required ingredients for the inventory. Let's get going, everyone!! We have lot of work to do." He ordered out, all the chefs and waiters scattered to their working stations for the day. He resorts to go to his office in the back of the restaurant. Sonal stood next to her, staring at the retreating broad back of their hot boss. "Oh God! He's so dreamy... I swear if I wasn't married to Mohit. I would totally go for that hot stuff!" Sonal sighs before patting her shoulder. Only if she knew, she had tried it herself but it didn't work.
Rang Na Dekhe, Roop Na Dekhe,
Yeh Jawaani Ki, Dhoop Na Dekhe
It was only a couple of months since her joining in the restaurant. There was a celebration party and she wore her best Golden Yellow Anarkali dress for the evening with half open back pattern, her hair in soft curls. He had ignored her for the whole night, barely even glancing her way. That was the time she knew he loved making shayaris. Especially on Anti-Love themes. After peoples request, he delightfully told them.
Arz Hai,
Kuch Majnu Bane, Kuch Ranjha Bane
Kuch Romeo, Kuch Farhad Hue
Iss Rang Roop Ki Chahhat Mein
Jaane Kitne Barbaad Hue, Vo Dekho
He pointed to a quarreling couple in the corner who coincidently fought at that moment; where the woman was screaming at her boyfriend for flirting with someone else. She was not surprised when the woman angrily slapped him in the face. She returns her gaze back him. He was laughing at the absurd idea of falling in Love. How can she get to see him what she feels about him if he is scared of Love? Maybe he has a Commitment Phobia, but she wasn't a Psychology specialist to diagnose the same.
Ishq Mein Iske, Baavari Hoon Mein
Yeh Bhala Hai Toh, Kya Buri Hoon Mein
You might say she's crazy, even she questioned her own sanity occasionally. Sometimes, she felt that he was way out of her league. They're poles apart. He was tall and fit while she was average and chubby. She was not that bad looking in fact, quite pretty with her large brown eyes and plump lips but she was always conscious about her weight though. Sonal would always threaten to kick her in the shin, if she even mentioned about the topic on weight loss. She says that her voluptuous curves would vanish and that wouldn't do any good to woo him. But why would Shaurya turn shy at the mere mention of her in front of others? Sonal and Nehal told her about his behavior in her absence. He would avoid talking anything related to Mehek Sharma.
Yeh Ladka, Hai Phir Bhi, Jaane Kyun Sharmaaye,
Jaane Kyun Sharmaaye,
Jaane Kyun Sharmaaye, Haan Sharmaaye
After sixth months of her joining, she had thrown a party treat for her birthday, inviting everyone including him. She was half expecting him to not show up but he did, dressed in casual dark jeans and a white button down; accompanied with a large Chocolate bouquet and a huge Birthday greeting card for her birthday present. Who gives cards these days? An old fashioned mixed with modern taste. Maybe Archie's had a discount sale on birthday cards. There were a dozen people crammed into her small apartment, drinking, eating her prepared dishes and few danced in the cleared space of her living room. There was Sonal with her bank manager husband Mohit, even Nehal their Head Waitress with her boyfriend Vicky who was the restaurant's Head Manager and also Shaurya's younger cousin brother with some other few coworkers. She lost her parents in her childhood and only had the support of her grandparents who lived in Shimla. She was the only child and lived alone. He stood in a corner his hands shoved deep in his pockets, watching everyone in silence. Upon many insisting requests, he was pushed in her direction for a dance. She had worn something different this time, a Soft Pink Velvet Wrap mid length dress with her hair pulled around in a fish braid. He danced with her that night, looking everywhere except her. She never felt so much awfully bad as she did that day. And it was her birthday for God's sake!! Not even one compliment. How could he? Idiot.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
A couple of months later she was invited to his birthday party. Despite his odd behavior at her own birthday, she decided to go. Why do you ask? Because she's a pathetic idiot who loves this guy who's probably blind as a bat to see her affections for him. She wanted to smack her forehead to knock some sense, preferably with a freaking wall instead of her hand. She dressed this time in a Navy Blue Chiffon Saree with her hair twisted up in a French bun. He didn't stop staring at her, for the whole time she was there. As she mingled with people, talking about her work and the Delhi's weather. She could feel his dark gaze unwavering from over her outfit. But whenever she would turn towards him, he would pretend to look over someone else or fake laugh at something. She knew better now. She was affecting him and loved it! Score Point 1 to Mehek Sharma.
Jaanti Hoon Mein, Yeh Tadapta Hai
Pyaar Mein Iska, Dil Dhadakta Hai
He had invited his old friends, one of whom was his old ex-girlfriend, Nikita Whatchamacallit. She forgot her surname but that didn't matter for in fact she wanted her to disappear forever. The witch was holding him in a vice like grip with her spider hands. And he looked like he didn't even wanted to be anywhere near her. Mehek never felt jealously burning her inside out in her entire life than it did in that one whole evening. She almost wanted to pull that witchy woman's hair and throw her under a bus. But she didn't needed to rescue her knight in Black Armani suit, because he already did that himself. He extracted his broad frame from that bitch's slimy tentacles like hold and spoke loud enough for the entire party to hear, "Nikita. Please. I'm not interested in you. I have moved on and so should you. How many times do I have to tell you no and leave me the hell alone?!" She tried apologizing for her lousy bimbo actions with crocodile tears flowing down her pasty makeup face, but he had enough and showed her the door, the bitch stomped her way out. Good riddance. Mehek shakes her head at herself. Here she was being jealous over someone who doesn't even know about her feelings.
Jise Dekho Dil Ki Dhuni Ramata Hai
Arre Yeh Mandir Nahin Hai, Shivala Nahin Hai
Haseenon Se Kehdo Kahin Aur Jaayen
Mera Dil Hai Dil, Dharamshala Nahin Hai
A month ago, she had barged in his office unannounced. She had caught him off guard, holding a red rose in his hand as he stared at something on his laptop screen. He immediately shut down his laptop before grimacing at himself. There's an awkward silence which Shaurya breaks by clearing his throat, "Ms Sharma. Can I help you with something?" Then she remembers why she came here, "Yes Sir. I think we should reconsider changing that new waiter Ajay. He keeps spilling water everywhere in the kitchen. I nearly slipped and fell on my ass for the fifth time in just one day!!" His eyes widen comically at her modern definition of her derriere, before again clearing his throat again. "Send him in. I will see what I can do. We don't need more water hazards and... ahem... bottom accidents too." Mumbling the last three words, he waves her away. "Yes Sir. Of course Sir." She stifles a smile as she walks out. Knowing he is watching her go, she sashays her way out of his office, making sure to sway her hips in an enticing way. She was 99.99 percent sure that he groaned out a swearing curse, which was very unlikely of him to do. But who knows? It could be that poor bent over rose talking out from his tight hard grip. Score Point 2 for Mehek Sharma. Did she mention that she wrote these pointers on a small slate which she has hanging in her locker? She was utilising that for little reminders that she might forget. And yes Shaurya still had a zero on his side.
Yeh Akele Mein, Aah Bharta Hai
Phir Bhi Kehne Se, Yeh Kyun Darrta Hai
That day she had the balcony seat of the special screening of The Wrath Of Shaurya Khanna. Nonetheless, she was absolutely speechless and slightly turned on, to watch him boil over that man. He scurried out of the door before you can say butcher knife, his gait strangely reminded her about rats. Shrugging at herself, she got back to her work. It was quite a busy day. She finished her task of wiping the floor till it shined and cleaning down the stainless steel shelves and platforms till she could see her face on it. Mehek took her purse from her locker not bothering to lock it, she didn't had anything valuable for someone to steal. After switching off everything, she goes towards his office, "Sir. I have closed up everything. Are you coming or staying here?" He stood up from his position on the chair behind his desk, "No. I will be staying a little later than usual. You may leave." She bids him goodnight and walks out of the kitchen door as she makes her way through the huge dining hall towards the main entrance when she hears him call her. Mehek turns around to see him standing stoically tall by the kitchen entrance. A small hope bloomed in her heart. Will he say something or give me that rose? Shaurya appeared anguished like he was battling a war within himself, running his fingers through his dark hair he finally spoke up, "Get home safely Ms Sharma. I don't want to search for another talented Sous chef." Her hope deflated like air from a punctured balloon. So much for day dreaming Mehek. Or maybe he just likes lying specifically to you.
Sach Kucch Bhi, Bole Na, Jhoothi Baat Banaaye
Jhoothi Baat Banaaye, Haan Banaaye
The d-day finally arrived. The day where entire world celebrated their love. Mehek did too, in her own way. She wore a long flowing Rose Red dress with bell sleeves and a Black waist belt to accentuate her curves. Completing her look with light makeup, Black ballet flats and her straight hair tied up in a ponytail. Sonal complimented her for being a Cupid Cute that day. She could only blush in answer. He did saw her later on, very up close when she nearly walked into him while going to change for her shift. He was already donned in his chef coat, his eyes raked over her attire, after seeing the coast is clear of any audience, he spoke something she always had dreamt about, "That's a good colour on you, Ms Sharma." That was the closest compliment she could ever have by Shaurya, ever since she met him. Score Point 3 to Mehek Sharma.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
He barricaded himself in the office for the entire time till the rush hour started. All of them slaved around in the hot kitchen in all that mess, she barked orders to others and felt nearly scattered all over the place. He came in like a storm, taking in everything under his control and everything fell into a smooth pace. Here she was all sweaty and worked up while he looked like cool as a cucumber even if he worked for 10 hours straight. Mind you she has seen him work and it was almost mesmerizing to see. He was born to be a Chef, one might say. And they were right, he's totally natural in the kitchen.
Dard-E-Dil, Jaane Na, Paas Mein Jitna Aaun
Utni Door Yeh Jaaye, Jaaye, Haan Jaaye
After a very successful time with her new menu for Valentine's Day, one by one everybody left for their home, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She felt drained, both mentally and physically. A tub of chocolate chip ice cream and a few romantic chick flicks will get her to sleep maybe. Shaurya was sensible enough to give them all a day off tomorrow. She could stay back in bed, sleeping till next noon. Changing back in her dress, she lets her hair down. She didn't pay attention to a minor change in her locker. She took her purse and closed it shut. Hearing his presence in the office, she didn't bother disturbing him. It's been a long long day.
Iss Deewane Ladke Ko, Koi Samjhaaye
Pyaar Mohabbat Se Na Jaane, Kyun Yeh Ghabraaye
Another has day gone, she felt a tinge of sadness at that thought. She was now tired of chasing him. You should stop this nonsense Mehek. If he wanted you then he would've done that a long time ago. She makes her familiar path towards the entrance when she hears something from behind her. It was his voice. She turns around to see him stand a few feet away from her. How come she didn't hear him? He wore a Black suit with a Red button down shirt, a few buttons opened on the top, giving a sneak peak of his muscular chest. He was looking very dapper and stylish. He had his left hand buried deep in his pocket. Snapping his fingers of his right hand, a small light brightens the room, she takes note to a table setup for two people filled with food, behind him. He clears his throat for her attention and opens his mouth...
Phool Khilte Hain, Bahaaron Ka Sama Hota Hai
Aise Mausam Mein Hi Toh, Pyaar Jawaan Hota Hai
Dil Ki Baaton Ko, Hothon Se Nahin Kehte
Yeh Fasaana Toh, Nigaahon Se Bayaan Hota Hai.
"I just have one thing to ask you. Will you do the honors of being my Valentine, Mehek?" He called by her first name. He never did that in reality except in her dreams. Maybe she knocked her head on her locker and now she's dreaming all this. She pinches herself hard on her arm, she winced in pain and blinks but he's still standing there. Nope, this is not a dream. He's real. "Mehek? Are you okay?" The sound of her name coming from his deep baritone like voice sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She was utterly caught in surprise by him. What the hell happened to him? Did he hurt his head? Or maybe food poisoning? What changed? He smirks amused, at her as she realised that she spoke everything out loud.
"No. My head is fine and I don't have any food poisoning. This changed for me a long time back but I'm implementing my actions today." She approaches him quietly till they stood inches from each other.
"Please tell me you're not joking. Because if you are then you really need to hunt for another Sous chef." She felt her eyes prickle at that thought. He smiles down at her, "This is not a joke or a dream. This is really happening, Mehek. You changed my entire life ever since you walked through that doors a year ago. You impressed me in your interview. I wanted nothing more than to stay around here with you. That's why I started coming in every day. Those late night shifts, client meetings, food shopping, parties, menu discussions. I did everything to see you. Be around you. Get to know you better. I saw you reciprocated back when you started staying back late and dressing up better. Many men noticed that change including me. Do you know how much I had to control myself before I actually punched them in the middle of their stupid faces?"
"Why are you doing this now?" She whispered.
"Because I'm an idiot, that's why. I never had the courage to ask you out. You are so sweet and nice to everyone. Sometimes I would feel that you're out of my league. That's why I would avoid your topic every time my mother asked about you. I'm sorry, Mehek. I should have asked you before." He finished with a small sigh. "I understand if you chose to walk away from me at this moment. I won't complain. Except maybe curse myself for my entire life for letting go of this amazing chance to be with a beautiful one of a kind angel like you."
"Okay. Stop before I start crying. And it is not a pretty picture. But just so you know, you had me at 'Idiot'." She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. He fiercely hugged her back, half believing she would really fly away from him like the angel she is. She felt a couple of traitor tears escaping from her eyes. Breaking away their hug she wiped her tears away.
"God this feels like a dream." Shaurya chuckles while wiping his own eyes. "I have a way to make sure that we're both not dreaming." Mehek suggests.
"How?"
"By doing this." She yanks him down by the lapels of his jacket's and presses her lips with his. After a few moments of intense kissing, they come up for air breathing hard. He looks stunned by her bold action, "See?? Now we know that we are not dreaming."
"I doubt that. I still need some more of that delicious proof. Come here." And he grabs her head, his fingers knotting in her hair and kissed her senseless.
They broke away, panting heavily. "Can I ask you something?"
"You already did!" She rolls her eyes at him. He chuckles again, "Why do you have that slate in your locker?" Her heart dropped into her stomach, "What?! You spied in my locker?"
He looked horrified by her accusing tone, "No! No! I saw your locker open like earlier today before your shift ended... Didn't you see what I wrote in there?!" She all but ran towards her locker and opened it, studying the minor change she had failed to notice before. There written in a very familiar handwriting right next to her 3 points was now a point 1 in Shaurya's space. She went back outside where he sat on the chair and looked up when she reappeared in front of him, fuming.
"You added your score number?! How could you?" He gestures her to sit down and she did with a huff of annoyance crossing her hands in front of her. He steeples his fingers in front of him as he regards her face while she glares at him in anger for intruding in her personal stuff, "What are you looking at?!" She bursts out after she couldn't handle his silent mode.
"You." He simply stated with a smile.
That kind of melted her a little.
Just a little.
"That's not I want to hear from you, Sir. I want to know---" She was interrupted by him, "Call me Shaurya."
"What?"
"From now on, you will call me Shaurya."
"Even in public?" He nods his head. "You still didn't answer my question yet, Shaurya."
"If you get a score for affecting me then doesn't that counts in my case too?!" "How did you---??" "I know everything, sweetheart. Plus you haven't been locking your locker since you came here so. It didn't hurt to peek. I'm sorry if you feel intruded." She sighs, uncrossing her arms. "I'm not. I just didn't think of you as a nosy person." "I'm not. But for you, I'll make an exception." "Okay, all that talking and kissing made me hungry plus all these dishes look delicious. Thank you for all this."
"Anything for you, dear. Well, what are you waiting for? Let's eat then, shall we?" They finished their dinner and locked up the restaurant after themselves, he walks her towards his car, "I should drop you to your place, and... What?" She laid a hand on his arm, stopping him from walking further, she raises herself in her toes and places a soft kiss on his lips.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to do that. Now come on drop me home, Mr. Khanna." She bit her lips from smiling at his surprised expression. He recovers soon and grins at her, "Of course, Ms. Sharma. So should I consider this as a yes?" She stood by the passenger door, her hand frozen on the handle. "A yes for what?!"
"A yes for being my girlfriend and my sous chef. What do you say?"
"Do I have to be both?"
"I prefer it that way."
"No."
"No?!"
"No. I'll be your sous chef first then your girlfriend."
He smiles at her, "You really are something."
"I know. Now let's go, driver!!" She playfully smacks the top of his car.
"Yes, Ma'am" He salutes mockingly. They both laugh as they get in the car and drive in the moonlight.
Mehek Sharma finally found her Knight in Black Armani in that magical Valentine's night. And they lived happily married ever after...
THE END
"That last line is so not true. You're not even married yet!" Nehal scoffs. "I'm halfway there." Mehek grins at her before pulling her left hand from beneath the table. On her ring finger laid a glinting platinum diamond ring. "Wow, Mehek. That is so beautiful. When did this happen?" Sonal questions in awe.
"Yesterday night. It was exactly a month after I said yes. He said he can't wait any longer, complaining about Maa chewing off his ear for our marriage now."
"That explains your soreness." Sonal giggled.
"Shut up! It was a spontaneous moment and one thing led to another."
"Uh huh." "Yeah... Right.." They both roll her eyes at her.
"So you guys are having a summer wedding?" Nehal asked.
She smiles and nodded. Both the girls squealed loudly. Suddenly, then and there her Prince Charming made a magical appearance, "What are you women doing in here? Break time's over. Get back to work everyone!" He barked out and the other two women scampered away giggling to themselves. Surely outside he was their best friend's fiance but here at White Chillies he's still is their boss. Mehek slowly got up from her seat, wincing a little. She felt him still standing behind her, "What happened Ms Sharma? Didn't your fiance let you sleep last night?" She could almost hear his smile through his voice. She sighs dramatically as she turns towards him, "Yes Sir. You're right. I barely had any sleep. Because I'm so sore at some places that I can't even tell you. He totally wore me out with that hunky chunk of all handsome manliness magic." She could see his chest puff out in pride, his man ego was filled with her flattering words. "Is that so? Maybe I should talk to him to take care next time. I don't want my restaurant to affect if something happens to my Sous chef." She still kept her facade on like him, "You shouldn't Sir. He really has a bad temper. I saw him break this guy's nose, who was leering at me, when we went out on our first date. I don't want him to punch you too!!"
"I punched that asshole because he deserved it. Sooner or later he was gonna get it from me." He broke his character, "So what's the yesterday's score?"
"My 6 to your 4." "What?! It should be 5! You cheated!"
"I did not!"
"I'm sure you did." He stepped forward towards her, she took a step back, "Shaurya, stay away from me. I'm telling you I did not cheat. Stop right there or else... "
"Or else what?!" He chuckles darkly. She turned to go out from his right but when he tries to catch her, she ducks under his arm making a mad dash for the door. "Mehek! Get back in here! I'm not done with you!" She sticks her tongue out at him when she reached the doorway and ran away laughing. He shook his head before smiling wide and followed after her.
TO BE CONTINUED
And that's a finish. Next up will be a SoHit or MoNal OS. I won't reveal the song. Will try updating sooner. Thanks for reading.
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