MehRya FF: Discovering the Magic Chapter28 pg148 (10/12) - Page 2

Chapter #12

One last scan of her bedroom assured her that she had everything. In her hand, she held the very last thing she needed to pack in her carry-on: the newly drafted employment contract that had been presented for her consideration yesterday afternoon by the Food and Beverage Director. She stowed it, still dazed over the fact that, not quite halfway through her engagement, that the company had chosen to do such. However, determined as they were, not to lose the talent of young woman who already had made her mark in the very short time she had been with them, her superiors had not only approved her the week she had cautiously requested, but had in fact added an additional three days to her sojourn, with the provision that she take along the contract, so that she would have the opportunity to discuss with her family. The long and short of it was the company's hope that on Mehek's return that they would have secured the able chef, and could push forward to secure an extension of her visa, so that by the end of her four month stint her permanent position could commence without delay. The fact that they were even willing to allow her this unplanned jaunt home, demonstrated how far they would go to court her. In response, she was more than appreciative, and had spent the two weeks before her departure hard at work to ensure that her absence would barely cause a blip on the radar.

Thus, began a stint of extended work hours with Chef Malik, independent of her normal schedule and later on, overseeing him as he imparted the newly grasped understanding of her recipes, with a couple of his most earnest junior chefs: the three, to whom she would entrust to lead the preparations of her signature dishes during her absence. It had been an intense couple of weeks, but finally the time had come where she felt that she could put her concerns aside and focus on her trip home, which on looking at her watch, would need to commence in a minute or so.

As if she had wished it into existence, the doorbell rang. Mehek smiled as she gathered her belongings and hurried to the door to meet her visitor. Her first thought after she flung the door open was that Mel would have fainted on sight this morning. Clad in a long sleeve compression workout shirt and tapered training pants, both which melded to the prime physique that was usually camouflaged by his chef's attire, and with those dimples at their full wattage, Malik was a sight to behold for any young woman at 4 o'clock in the morning.

"Hey Dost," Mehek greeted him with a newfound affection. "Come in."

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"Passport?"

"Haan"

"Wallet?"

"Haan"

"Mobile: charged and your charger?"

Mehek pulled out her phone, and then shuffled through another compartment of her shoulder bag. "Yes...and... yes."

"Discarded all the perishables from the kitchen?"

Mehek looked up from checking her hand-bag. "Really, Malik, come on now, how helpless do you think I am?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "Okay perhaps that was uncalled for, but I'm certain you are overlooking one thing."

Mehek stared back at him in confusion, when he relieved her of her cellphone. Deftly, his fingers flew over the touch screen, and then he handed back the device. She looked down to study the new number her had saved on her mobile

"Anytime: day or night, thik hai Mehek?"

"But I already have..."

"That's my private number."

"Oh...I see. Thank you, Malik, that's very sweet of you." It was, as had been his offer of the very early morning ride to the airport, when he didn't have to. He had truly become a good friend, she thought as she looked up at him gratefully.

He nodded and grabbed the suitcases that rest at her side, and nodded in the direction of the door. "Chalo Mehek, or you will be late your flight, and me, later for the gym than I want to be." He hoisted the smaller suitcase up in an impromptu bicep curl.

Mehek shook her head and sent him an a-okay hand signal. "I would say you are pretty impressive already."

He shook his head, "Ah, but sometimes you need more than just the appearance of strength. Sometimes you need real power behind the muscle: just in case."

Closing the door behind them, Mehek paused, wondering what he was speaking of. He offered his explanation.

"In the event, that Shaurya Khanna thinks to pick up where he left off: you just let the man know that in addition to your family, that you have some real muscle in your corner now. Tell him to watch himself."

Mehek lowered her head to hide the warmth that had come to her cheeks. Under the pretext of making sure that she had her keycard for the door - an absolute inane reason, as if she had left it inside she would not have access to retrieve it anyway- she took a few deep breaths, before raising her head and addressing Malik.

"I doubt if that will be an issue; but I will certainly keep that in mind."

They didn't speak anymore on that subject until they reached the departure area of the Orlando International Airport.

"Have a great trip, Mehek, but remember you are doing them the favor. Don't let them think they can railroad you in anyway in the name of ratings. ISC may have brought you to the public fore, but your value is immeasurable."

Mehek couldn't help but appreciate his words, and spontaneously hugged him. "You are a master at pre-dawn pep talks, Malik. Thank you."

She grabbed her bags, and headed for the sliding doors, stopping when she was hailed one final time. On turning she burst out laughing on seeing her co-worker flexing one arm, while simultaneously pointing from his eyes to her direction: reiterating his message meant for one Shaurya Khanna.

"I'll be sure to pass on the warning," she called out before waving goodbye.

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The shoot had been set up at the closest outside market, for both authenticity as well as expediency of not having to recreate the scene themselves. The P.R. opportunity, augmented by the fees that had been offered, had been enough to convince the business collective to shut down the area for a couple hours in order to quickly film the promo that the station had demanded at the last minute. The stall owners had been asked to do what they do best: to assertively push their wares to the contestants, denoted by the ISC aprons they each wore, who were strategically positioned among the extras. Against this background, the show's judges would weave their way through the crowd offering the scripted commentary on why the public should tune into the new season of India's Super Cook.

In one of his signature bespoke suits, navy blue today, Shaurya went through a few practice-runs, until both he and the crew were satisfied with what was to be filmed. Now approaching the end of the day, he was aiming for one shoot so that they could wrap up for the day. He would quite happily leave the post-production team to their own devices, once he had done his part. Especially today: when he was out of sorts, he would gladly see this day behind him.

He hadn't heard from MS in the last 36 hours now. Her prior note that she may be offline due to some technical issues she was having, should have satisfied him, but he still hadn't been able to shake the bereft condition, the lack of contact with her had put him in. The panacea that their dialogues had become was undeniable, and he especially wanted to converse with her, and share these new misgivings with her. Perhaps she would be able to lead him to understanding why he felt the way he did. She was good at that. Soon, he thought, as he took his mark and waited for the Director to call action.

Cameras panned the crowd, briefly touching on each of the new contestants, offering the audience a glimpse of the group that would vying for this season's title of the cooking show.

Rajiv Bhai, suddenly entered the set from the left, "You heard right folks, India's Super Cook is back for another season with a new batch of cooks, but this time we've come up with a twist."

"You see this time around, we have decided to mix it up a bit by pitting a couple of professionals against the gifted home-cooks that we've sourced from all corners of the country."

Mentally, Shaurya smiled. Rekha was on point with her monologue, as she entered the scene from the opposite side. All that would be needed, was his entrance: straight down the middle, where the trio of judges would meet. One cue, he smiled his trademark half-smile and began his trek.

As per the script, the crowd parted, very much like the sea, as the host of the show made his theatrical entrance in the natural swaggering way that personified the man, and had the public so enamored of him.

"Professionalism or Passion, which will win out? Is the better cook, one who has studied, or the one with the most passion? And which one has the better temperament to handle all that India's Super Cook has to throw at them?"

As soon as he reached his destination and folded his arms, Shaurya knew they were in for at least one more re-shoot. Of all people, Bhai was not in the correct spot. Somehow, he had missed his mark, and now there was too great of a gap between the two of them.

He didn't even bother to give the last of his script.

A light touch, accompanied by the soft scent of lavender assailing him, proved the only indicator that there was more to meet the eye in this filming.

His scripted words were finished for him and then a more telling text added.

"Because, one thing's for sure: when it comes to India's Super Cook, you never know what you are up against. Or, for that matter: just who may show up unexpectedly."

Shaurya's head had swiveled to the speaker: unadorned shock clearly showing on his face.

By contrast, her profile couldn't hide the serene smile on hers.

"And Cut...that's a wrap."

With that indication, Mehek slipped her arm from where she had looped it in Shaurya's and addressed the director who had approached them.

"How did I do, Sir?"

"That was the perfect entrance, Mehek, and the improvisation: just brilliant."

"Thank you."

The man then turned his attention then to the show's creator, pulling him away so that he could view the playback of the ad, that had transformed from adequate to sublime with the unexpected walk-on.

The only thought running through Shaurya's mind, as he was led away, was that she wasn't due on the set for another two days. And yet, not only had she returned early, but Mehek Sharma, in her usual style had done so with a bang, and with a clear intention of tipping his world on its side.

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In the background waiting for her turn, Mehek had reflected on the conversation that had prompted her to take the steps she had embarked on.

"How does Shaurya feel about the possibility of me returning?"

Rajiv Sir's email had prompted a telephone call, and as she had waited for an answer this all-important question, Mehek wondered if the man she held in such high regard, would be honest with her.

"He recognizes the value of it, Mehek."

She couldn't help but feel a degree of disappointment, "Of course he would," she answered softly.

"But he isn't pushing for it. My email was sent only to say that we had put forth the request. He: Shaurya would rather not repeat the missteps of our first season," Rajiv continued.

His statement had her wondering how badly Shaurya Khanna actually thought of her, but in the next sentences Rajiv had her less antsy.

"A lot has changed, with the station having a more vested interest in the series, he is not alone in calling the shots. That has been a challenge, but it is not the only shift. Shaurya himself, has undergone some change as well: personally. I cannot speak to it in its entirety, but what I've seen, it has been for the better. I can assure you Mehek that it would be a completely different experience for you: not perfect, I'm sure, but better. However, it is entirely up to you."

It was these words that she had prevailed upon her entire journey, and which had buoyed her to take that first critical step.

And now that she had made what surely Shaurya Khanna would see as the first strike, she waited to see what his response would be.

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While they waited for the production team to ready the tape, Shaurya took the opportunity to study her. As to be expected, Bhai had immediately approached Mehek Sharma, and from the expression he wore, was firmly back under her spell. Likewise, Rekha had warmly greeted the young cook, exclaiming to her how well she looked. Shaurya had no reluctance in agreeing with his co-judge: she looked damned good.

Since he had last seen her, Mehek Sharma had upped the ante when it came to her fashion choices. Although still conservative, the crisp thigh-length black kurti, trimmed with a trendy light blue sequin border over the slim bootcut blue jeans was far more modern than the gaudy traditional garb he remembered her for. The sequin sash that slung low on her hips elongated her unlike any of the voluminous blouses she normally wore, or maybe she had dropped a few pounds. The accented dcolletage neckline, while still modest, was certainly one he had never seen her in, and the deeper than usual vee immediately drew his attention to the area before her travelling back up to her face. Mesmerized, he watched as the young woman flicked her long hair over her shoulder and then, looking past Rekha's shoulder, turn her gaze in his direction, just in time to catch him staring at her.

"Shit," he muttered to himself, averting his gaze wondering what the hell had come over him.

"Okay, we're ready. Have a look Shaurya."

The director was clearly over the moon with what had been captured. He ran through the forty- five second ad once, before rewinding it to the entry that had raised the bar for the promo.

"Right here: this is pure gold. First off, there was no way that you can feign that reaction, Shaurya, and for that, the public is going to eat it up. It humanizes you my friend and makes you more relatable." He had an assistant rewind a few frames more so that they could focus on the moment when Mehek had casually looped her arm through Shaurya's "But this: for nothing else, you owe Mehek Sharma big-time. That simple act will be interpreted by the viewers that she has forgiven you, and that could sway those you offended in the first season back to viewing the show. Instant good-will that is. Mehek was brilliant to have thought of that, when it never even occurred to us to suggest it."

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She was running on empty. Now, all Mehek wanted, was to go home and get in her bed. Although she didn't regret coming here straight from the airport, whatever pick-me-up she had obtained in getting access to the shower facilities at the nearby television station, was waning big time. Yet she knew that she would be making the biggest mistake in leaving now before acknowledging and greeting Shaurya properly. If her appearance hadn't already, then a quick exit would assuredly start them off on the wrong foot; something she didn't want. And so, she waited. Thankfully she had enough to distract her as quite a few of the new participants had chosen to take the opportunity to greet her. Still, she hoped it wouldn't take long before she could finally beat a retreat.

Across the room Shaurya nodded. As much as he hated to admit it, the commercial was brilliant, and he was excited as much as the others to see the reaction it would get from the viewing public once it aired. The plan was to put it into the rotation straight away. The collective agreement of all those concerned meant that nothing else was required of him, which suggested that he could get the needful over in greeting her. Of course, he thought she wouldn't have been so kind to have left while he had been busy. Instead, it appeared that the young woman was basking in the adoration of the new group of cooks. Well not all of them, he realized when he saw that away from the congregated bunch, a couple of the professional chefs had kept their distance; probably thinking the inaugural champion to be beneath them.

Shaurya scoffed at the derision he saw on one man's face in particular. Shaurya had pegged this man straight away, as a tool: talented beyond measure, but not without his own deficiencies. But that was neither here nor there right now, he thought as he headed back to the assembled group surrounding Mehek.

When Mehek raised her fingers to the bridge of her nose, and closed her eyes, Rajiv instantly came to her side.

"Mehek, are you okay," he asked, his voice full of concern, as he noticed her swaying a bit.

"I honestly don't think I can hold out much longer actually, Sir. I'm ready to drop." She smiled wanly. "I don't think we want the scandal of me fainting on my first day back. Can you imagine the gossip that would spread at that news? Tell Shaurya that I couldn't wait any longer."

Rajiv nodded in agreement, thinking how gracious she was being in her attempt to conduct herself in a way that would bring no further controversy to the show. They had asked much of her today, but then again, none, but him had realized that her arrival back hadn't been on a domestic flight, let alone the almost 24 hours of travel she had endured to get here. "Chalo, Mehek, let's get you home."

He led her all of two steps before their path was blocked.

"The incomparable Mehek Sharma; not leaving so soon are you?"

Mehek's cheeks turned rosy, when the man who stopped her brazenly looked her over. She blinked rapidly, a combination of her fatigue and her affront of this stranger's actions.

"Forgive me such bad manners. I'm Uday, ISC's new producer." He boldly reached for one of her hands, and raised it. "It is a pleasure to meet the lovely rose that bloomed in season one of India's Super Cook."

Horrified, when this dreadful man looked about to plant a kiss on her hand, Mehek wrenched her arm away from him sharply: too sharp, when the momentum had her connecting with someone who had come up behind her. She turned, her apology dying on her lips when she realized who she had almost struck.

Her wrist in his grip, inches from his face, Shaurya at first glared past her, before focusing on the mortified woman in front of him. He lowered her hand, at the same time as discreetly pulling her away from the Producer "And as they say Uday, There's no rose without a thorn. Welcome back to ISC Ms. Sharma. Picking right up where we left off are we?"

If not kindness, there was something more benign in Shaurya's greeting, versus her encounter with the oily man seconds before. Perhaps she was imagining things in her extreme exhaustion, but she knew relief in knowing the nature of the man in front of her. He was definitely the lessor of two evils here. Further his greeting had instantly reminded her of Malik's warning. And that had her laughing right in his face. "Not if you value your health, Shaurya Khanna. However, as per your request: one thorn in your side, reporting for duty."

Chapter13

Chapter #13

"And as they say Uday, There's no rose without a thorn. Welcome back to ISC Ms. Sharma. Picking right up where we left off are we?"

"Not if you value your health, Shaurya Khanna. However, as per your request: one thorn in your side, reporting for duty."

There was something to be said for being more exhausted than she ever felt before in her life, Mehek thought. Her delusion of Shaurya Khanna responding to her off-the-cuff comment with a genuine smile was completely plausible under the circumstances. She took it in, the grin that had his eyes bright with mirth, as if viewing some endangered species; which in truth it was.

"Touche, Mehek Sharma: well played."

She shook her head casually at his retort: meeting him stare for stare as she waited for what shocking occurrence would take place next, or at least for the man to realize he still held her arm. Finally, when it looked as coming face-to-face with her had stunned him into inactivity, she resorted to clearing her throat subtly, and then exaggeratedly sliding her glance down to her captured wrist. He released her, as if her limb was a red-hot poker. Unconsciously, she raised her hand, and rubbed it. He seemed to realize then, just how tightly he had actually been holding her, when he saw the slight redness encircling her lower arm.

"I'm sorry about that, Ms. Sharma."

"It's okay Shaurya, protecting yourself was probably to be expected if one considers our past. But for certain, I wasn't aiming for you: today."

Her comment, meant as a joke, appeared to have brought him out the strange moment they had just shared, and only because they were close as they were, did she see a darkness move in his eyes, revealing once again the harshness that lurked just under the surface within this man. Months ago, this would have jolted her, but not today for some reason.

Shaurya's eyes refocused over Mehek's shoulder to the man who had instigated this bizarrely intimate tete-a-tete, who was now plainly enjoying the spoils of his efforts. He could practically see the workings of the man's brain, and knew that he would need to reiterate again to the producer what would and, in particular what would not be permissible on the set. And soon. As a matter of fact, as soon as Mehek Sharma was out of hearing distance. He faced the young woman with the intent of removing her from their present situation and was shocked to see her, there with her eyes closed, rubbing her left temple; and alarmingly, wobbling a bit. Before he could react to this, Rajiv Bhai suddenly came to her side, and as inconspicuously as possible moved to support the young chef, advising her that the car to take her home had arrived. She had opened her eyes then and bid Shaurya goodbye, a beatific grin on her face.

"Goodbye Ms. Sharma," Shaurya replied, although his attention was centered more on his partner, who obviously knew what ailed the young woman. Rajiv tipped his head slightly, acknowledging back, that he had everything under control.

"Do you think she's on something: drink or something a bit more recreational? it would certainly explain a lot; specifically, that entrance of hers. Not to mention how euphoric she was in meeting you."

Not to mention adding a spice of drama ahead of the show, Shaurya reckoned. Had they been alone and not in a public space, Shaurya would have gripped the producer for his slanderous comments. The fool wasn't even attempting to be subtle in finding some angle to create buzz for the show. Instead of the physical violence he would have meted on the ass had they been alone, Shaurya instead coolly responded to the man. "Unlikely, Uday. But for the record, let it be known if even a hint of that conjecture makes it out into the public domain then Ms. Sharma will have the full backing of my legal team to defend her from such salacious gossip. But in all honesty, I would say nothing could be farther from the truth. As a matter of fact, I would say she was quite in possession of her faculties by the fact that she spurned the unwanted attentions you attempted to force upon her, Uday."

The man had the temerity to justify his untoward actions. "Ah well it turns out she was not at all what I expected." He clapped Shaurya on the shoulder. "Hell man: the show did not do her justice. I get it now, Shaurya. And since I know she isn't your type; damn if I couldn't resist having a go. You don't have any issue with that: right?"

"In fact, I do," Shaurya answered. "But not for any reason you are thinking." Peering sideways to where Uday's hand rest on his shoulder Sahurya crossed his arm across his chest to remove the unwanted appendage. "Rather," he continued, "I take exception to it, because as little as I know of you, I am certain you aren't deserving of coming anywhere near Ms. Sharma: in any fashion." He glared at the man opposite him. "You got what you wanted, Uday," he practically growled. "She's returned and has agreed to a week's worth of filming. Be content with that, and only that. Do not dare..."

The producer laughed and then audaciously repeated his action, this time clapping both hands on Shaurya's arms. "Chill Man. I get it: she's off limits." He smirked shrewdly, before, as if what they had been discussing was of no consequence, he excused himself to speak to someone of a matter of more importance. His abrupt departure left Shaurya no choice but to believe he had played right into the shifty man's hands. Not here but for a couple of hours and already Mehek was creating havoc, Shaurya groused bitterly to himself. He would have to remain on his guard for the next week, most likely more than he had expected to. Uday would not let this temptation go so easily.

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"Hello...oh hi, how are you?"

Rajiv glanced in the rearview mirror and the heavy-eyed visage of the young woman, whom he had relinquished the rear seat to so that she could get comfortable on the drive to her home. Alarmed at first at the ill-timed telephone call that had disturbed her much needed rest, he soon changed his mind when he realized the genuine happiness on Mehek's face on identifying her caller.

"I'm fine, everything went so much better than I thought it would Malik." She paused and then tittered at what had been relayed to her. "No, not yet, but don't let up on those bicep curls for now. I've caught him off guard today, so his true reaction is yet to be seen. I still may need some muscle in the near future."

Another pause and then she spoke some more.

"Nahi, honestly it went well, but you will be able to see for yourself in a few days I expect the commercial will be airing there soon as well. Other than that, I'm just so tired. I could sleep forever...Mmhmm. Okay I will definitely call you later. And, don't go ruining my recipes, you hear me? Thik hai. Bye."

Mehek hung up the phone and stretched once with her eyes close, before catching her fellow passenger's glance in the mirror's reflection. Weary-eyed, she smiled at him.

"That was Malik, um Chef Malik checking up on me," she stated unnecessarily. "He has become a great friend."

"I'm glad to hear that Mehek, just as happy as I am to know that you are doing so well there. The opportunity couldn't have been afforded to a worthier person."

"Thank you, Rajiv Sir. You cannot imagine the number of reasons I have for thinking it to be the best thing to ever happen to me."

Her face had taken on a dreamy expression when she spoke, and Rajiv smiled in return. She too seemed in a happier place now, and although she had expressed some concern of her dealings with Shaurya, the fact that she had done so in such a lighthearted manner, lent credence to the fact that she was not as disturbed as she would have been in the immediate aftermath of the first season of ISC. Still he thought it only right to reassure her that all would be well this time around.

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After finally getting a reprieve from her excited family for a few hours, Mehek had made to her bedroom with the intention of taking a few hour's rest until dinner time. She would do one thing first, but as she went to lock her door Kanta Chachi barged in.

"Chachi?"

The woman came and hugged her daughter once again. As much as she appreciated the fact that she had the opportunity to return, the reasons behind Mehek's trip back home still worried her.

"Chachi, I'm fine. I promise you. Please don't worry. Everything went just as Rajiv Sir told you. There was no trouble."

"Are you certain beti? He didn't bother you in anyway, at all?"

"Nahi Chachi." She yawned then, and only then did her aunt realize that her incessant worry was preventing Mehek from doing the very thing she had insisted on: resting.

"I will wake you for dinner, beti, Kanta indicated as she hugged her niece one last time before backing out of her room. "Go straight to bed, Mehek."

After locking her door, Mehek immediately logged on to her laptop. More than any other day, she was sure that Shaurya would reach out to her as soon as she signed on. Immediately, her stomach did a little flip when she noticed that he was already on, and she steeled herself for first contact. After the events of the day, she anticipated that today she would potentially get a true measure of the man she had been conversing with. Exhaling, she set the computer beside her on the bed, and she drew her legs up to her as she waited. She cradled her knees which were uncharacteristically shaking. Another deep breath and she closed her eyes, knowing it to be just a matter of time now.

Fifteen minutes later, she blinked awake, realizing that she was back exactly where she had started hours earlier: fighting sleep while waiting to see her encounter with Shaurya Khanna out. She stared at the computer curiously.

**PING**

... MS, you're back

Mehek raised her head from her knees and rubbed her eyes. Finally. She smiled.

...Haan Shaurya. I didn't think you noticed.

...Sorry about that. A little distracted, but now that I see the time, it's my loss. You're probably just about to leave for work now.

...More like ready to get out of these clothes and finally get in my bed ...but I'm here at last.

...I don't understand.

Neither did she, Mehek thought before she looked up at what she had inadvertently typed. Argh, how could she have been so stupid, she wondered. She was supposed to have acted as if it was one of her normal morning chats. One thing was for sure: she now had the man's full attention.

...MS what's going on?

...Are you just getting in?

...Where have you been?

Shaurya's hand hovered over the keyboard, as he came to his senses, just as he was about to demand who she had been with.

...Did your work hours change?

That was a better question, he thought, as he waited for a response.

...Nahi. It had nothing to do with work, not really.

...Just a bunch of like-minded people getting together

Not quite a lie, Mehek thought, reasoning that she and her fellow travelers on last night's flight to India, did all have something in common.

...Oh really, and how many of these like- minded people did you know personally, MS?

He didn't believe this. If he was interpreting this correctly, she had been out partying; and from the sound of things: heavily if she was just getting in. God only knew what sort of people that involved.

...Well thank goodness, you've managed to get home safely.

...A friend got me home, Shaurya. I was perfectly fine.

... A friend...come one MS, just fess up and say it was Malik.

...I never said it was him.

...Oh, come on, MS I'm not in the mood for games.

...And I'm not playing games. What is wrong with you Shaurya, why are you acting like this?

...Fine, since you are so keen to know when I last saw Malik, here goes. It was 4AM he helped me out as a friend, and then left me to go to the gym. And to satisfy your morbid curiosity, he looked incredibly good at that time of the day in his work out gear, and of course his dimples are just as attractive at that hour in the morning. It was like I was seeing a completely different side of him, and yes Shaurya Khanna, I liked what I saw.

...But I suppose that isn't something you would ever understand.

Shaurya closed his eyes, and reflected on what she had written. She had no idea how close she was to his issue. He understood completely, and in typical Shaurya Khanna fashion, rather than contend with the real issue, he had, as usual taken out his frustration on an innocent party.

... I'm sorry.

...It has been a troubling day.

Mehek felt the tears pooling in her eyes: so, this is how he saw her: as trouble. What a fool she was for thinking that things could be different.

...You should stop taking out your problems on those you profess to care about.

... Mehek Sharma showed up on the set of our new commercial today.

Mehek wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, and then took a deep breath.

...That must have been a shock, but still not a reason to be so nasty.

...It was, but not as much as I ever imagined it would be. Maybe I've grown up a little of late, but all the worry that I have been feeling in anticipating her arrival this week seemed to dissipate after that first meet.

...Perhaps the jolt of seeing her knocked it out of me.

...It was different to say the least, but almost instantly I felt as if I could handle the next week of filming with her.

...But you are correct. It's still not an excuse for my behavior. I'm sorry.

Mehek ignored him and continued typing.

...And the part that made it troubling?

...Uday, ISC's new producer. I don't trust him not to attempt to create controversy at her expense. Aside from the show not needing it, I want no parts of it. If somehow Mehek Sharma has found peace after everything, then I am happy for her, and I'd prefer for her to leave us feeling the same in a week's time.

Mehek read the affirmation that her gut feeling that the man who had approached her was up to no good, was correct, and even more surprisingly that Shaurya Khanna seemed prepared to defend her from the man's machinations. This was something she would never fathom.

...That's a big step for you Shaurya Khanna. Next you will be telling me that she's not so bad after all.

...Now you're pushing it, Dost. I'm not as easily swayed as you seem to be, by one's appearance.

Normally, he thought, as he recalled the woman they were discussing. He imagined it best, however, not to add this addendum to his message.

...I guess then, it was a you had to be there moment. Or maybe I'm far more into muscles that I thought I was.

...Oh, really, well chances are, he's probably just one of those posers: too busy checking himself out than actually working out. Serious bodybuilders don't prance around in their workout clothes as a fashion statement, or to impress young women.

... His arms didn't seem to tell that story. Plus, he told me that he was going to up his workout anyway, just for me.

...Oh, he did: did he?

... Aacha, he did. How else is he to protect me from the likes of you, Shaurya?

...Your Malik, knows of me?

...Your reputation does proceed you, Shaurya Khanna, even on this side of the world.

...That's not necessarily something I can count on being in my favor.

...Hence the reason for the change in his workout, I guess.

...Lucky for you though, I can make up my own mind about things.

...And how is your decision making coming along MS?

...Were you really going to watch out for Mehek this week, Shaurya?

...I owe her that at least.

...Then I can say that I am getting closer to my decision.

...And you will also call off your hired goon now, MS?

...Don't hold your breath on that one Dost; someone needs to make you think twice about how you behave. But I really need to get to bed now. It really was a long night.

...Yes that. I'm sure I don't want to know about it, but will you promise me that you won't let anything stray you from your course. I know how easy it can be to get caught up with things not necessary best for you.

...Some would say that description would fit you to a tee Shaurya.

...I suppose some would, but thankfully I'm dealing with someone who can make up her own mind about things, aren't I?

...Touche Shaurya Khanna; well played.

...Good Night.

Chapter14

"Keep still for a second and let your body get accustomed, Ms. Sharma. It will get better, I promise."

She pushed futilely against his chest. "Nahi, just let me up, Shaurya."

The tear-filled voice affirmed that any trace of the passion that had led them to this moment had evaporated when he had claimed her, and now she sounded as if she was seconds from entering a complete state of panic.

Chapter#23

...What drives you Shaurya? Why did you let me into your life when you knew that there was little chance of you being faithful to me...to any woman? Is it the thrill of the chase that is the great appeal? Is it the juggling of numerous women that makes you feel like a real man? And how does that work anyway? Somehow, I don't think letting Esha know your childhood secrets would have appealed to someone like her; so, is it a different method for every girl, Shaurya? A different overture that you know will melt her heart? Bolo Dost...if you can speak about leaving your show for Esha, what can you do for me: for the one who was supposed to be so dear to you? How far can you go...or was the thought that I could mean anything to you part of the lie too?

Shaurya had made it to the gate just before it closed, and hurried down the crowded aisle to one of the few remaining seats in rear section of the plane. A quick check led to the discovery that the overhead bins were already stuffed to capacity, so he was grateful that necessity had him travelling light. Lifting his compact leather weekender to chest level, he regrettably disturbed the passenger seated in the aisle seat, who looked to have already drifted off. Scooting past his sleepy seatmate, he took the middle chair, acknowledging the elderly woman who occupied the window seat and quickly, with a prayer, attempted to stow his bag under the seat in front of him. Thankfully it fit.

His travel agent had been practically apoplectic when he had denied going on a later flight: one that would offer the amenities that his high-profile client demanded as the norm. However, under threat of losing him as a client, he had sourced exactly what Shaurya Khanna wanted: the quickest possible way to Orlando, no later than today. In fact, the man had done one better in finding a mid-morning flight, when Shaurya imagined he would not be able to leave until that evening at the earliest, but with that, everything had been thrown into chaos. Shaurya could still hear the echoes of his mother emphatically calling after him, when he had handed her the bouquet he had ordered for Mehek, informing her that he was leaving the country, and literally abandoning her on the Sharma doorstep, after he had received the call detailing a solution to his travel request. He had less than an hour to get to the airport, so the foresight of prepacking a couple of changes of clothes had definitely worked in his favour. Still he had cut it close, and now, even as they were announcing for all electronic devices to be turned off, he narrowly had enough time to telephone Hina, informing his flabbergasted PA of his anticipated arrival time in Orlando, and the arrangements he had expected to be in place by the time he arrived there in exactly nineteen and a half hours. As to work: whatever couldn't be handed over to Bhai should be cancelled all together.

He switched to Facebook to re-read the message that had come far too late in the night where she was, pointing to MS' inability to sleep.

what can you do for me: for the one who was supposed to be so dear to you? How far can you go...

He knew when it came; when he had read what she had written, that he couldn't ignore her pain anymore; that he couldn't wait until he had the perfect plan in place to follow. He had been idle long enough: perhaps even too long. In the message, he knew he would never have received, but for the intense injustice she believed he had inflicted on her, MS had practically begged for some proof that she had meant something to him. He hadn't responded, he couldn't. The time had long past for mere words. He could do naught now, but have his actions answer for him: no matter the cost. As far he was concerned everything else: his show, his business, all of it could be damned.

"Sir, please turn of your phone, we're about to taxi."

Shuarya followed the attendant's instruction, anxious to be on his way anyway, and then placed the powered off mobile in his jacket pocket. About to close his eyes, his attention was captured by the thin feminine voice beside him.

"Aacha, when a man travels as light as you are, Beta, he is either running from something, or chasing someone. Since you come across on the television as more naughty than wicked Shaurya Khanna, can I assume that you are doing the chasing? I can't imagine your sweetheart is none too happy with you after your press conference, is she beta?"

Shaurya turned, "Nahi Aunty, she's not; not at all."

The elderly woman patted Shaurya's hand gently. "Thik hai Beta, let me give you some advice then..."

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Initially unnoticed, Kaurna took in the controlled chaos of her son's office. It seemed at first glance, that his staff, very much like she had been, were reeling in the aftermath of son's sudden departure. She watched as Hina: Shaurya's very dedicated PA, who had just handed a stack of paperwork to the already harried receptionist, caught sight of her, just as she was about to pivot to return in the direction of the executive offices. The PA stopped in her tracks, an ambiguous expression on her face, as she attempted to maintain calm amongst the disorder. As she approached, Hina tapped the Bluetooth headphone she wore to answer an incoming call, requesting the person on the other end to give her thirty minutes to get back to them with the requested information. Relieving Karuna of the floral arrangement she absently held, Hina placed the flowers on the edge of the receptionist's desk, before finally greeting her employer's mother.

"Namaste, Karuna Ma'am, Rajiv Sir is expecting you".

Things were not much better back here Karuna realized as she entered the senior executive's cabin. His assurances that the continuity of the new season of India's Super Cook would not suffer, sounded as if they were falling on deaf ears over the conference call he was on. With technically only two weeks' worth of episodes banked, the network was in a complete panic. However, as Rajiv indicated, until they heard otherwise from the show's creator, they could only rely on the verity of Shaurya's sensibilities which would not allow the obvious ruination of his show. Only once he had personally guaranteed the network head that Shaurya would be in touch with him, was Rajiv permitted to end the call, but only just. He sighed and held his head in his hands fleetingly before he raised it and greeted the woman, who despite being burdened by her own troubles relating to Shaurya, he needed to confer with. Beseechingly, he pushed his empty coffee cup across the table top, before belatedly standing to greet his visitor. Over his folded hands he greeted her.

"Namaste Karuana-ji; forgive my bad manners. Naturally we are in a bit of a crisis. Please sit. I'm...actually both Hina and I are very glad you've come." He suddenly called in the direction of the PA who looked about to leave the room to refill his cup of coffee. "Actually Hina, assign someone else to that task, and return as quickly as possible. I would have you here on this discussion as well."

As troubled as she was, Karuna was admittedly intrigued now, so she held her tongue until the younger woman returned to the office and took a seat. She was again prevented from speaking when Hina held up one hand, and sure enough an assistant entered the room seconds later with a tray of refreshments for the three of them. However as soon as the door closed again, the words she could no longer contain, spilled out.

"I have spent possibly the worst mornings a mother of a son can; learning that his upbringing has been a completely failure, that none of the values a mother seeks to instill in her child, seems to have stuck. However, as disheartening this is, it is a pale second to the absolute pain of an entire family whose daughter is the purported victim of your only child. That a child: a daughter has been forced to flee the safety of a place that should always be a haven for girl due to the actions of your son is something no mother wishes to learn. Compounded by the fact that you told both Shaurya and I a bold-faced lie concerning Mehek s whereabouts and her condition, Rajiv, I am left with no alternative but to face the possibility that there is some modicum of truth behind the Sharma family's belief. On the presumption that you have not sought my guidance on Shaurya's business, then I can only assume that you wish to inform me exactly what Shaurya has done to Mehek Sharma."

"Befriended her certainly...prompted her to fall in love with him: a distinct possibility."

Karuna's face, suddenly ashen, turned from Rajiv to Hina, who although silent, did nothing to rebuke this supposition. She had no alternative but face the real possibility of her son's wrong-doing.

"However, by the same token, both Hina and I share the opinion that Shaurya is also in love with Mehek: he just isn't aware of it ...yet".

"That is still no justification if he has acted dishonorably towards her..."

"Nahi, Karuna- ji...what we are trying to explain, albeit not well, is that Shaurya was firmly on his way to developing feelings for Mehek, even before she returned for ISC. As we see now, their association had been well established before then. If anything, I would say that Shaurya has been left confused by his clear attraction to Mehek, as he hasn't made the connection that is painfully obvious now to the two of us. Shaurya hasn't left the country chasing after Mehek; he has because of his online friend. However, it is Mehek that he will find."

Karuna's head was reeling, but everything fit and made perfect sense now. "She absolutely refused to have anything to do with him once he told her who he was," she mumbled aloud. Beside her, Hina shook her head in agreement. "Haan Aunty, and then she placed some major stipulations on their friendship." The young woman further explained her role in the what she could only describe as Shaurya's mission of self-discovery. And Karuna could now see how torn her son had been: confused over his feelings for his online friend, and those that had come from nowhere for the woman who had been with him for the past week. She suddenly gasped, as another thought struck. "Mehek, she must be devastated over these rumors."

"Haan, but the fact is that she left India the night before any of the news broke, so someone or something had to have reached her attention before the article was even published. There are other matters at play: some mischief targeting if not Shaurya specifically, then the pair of them," Rajiv stated. "I did not disclose what I had learned of Mehek's leaving in order to give myself the time to discover if there was any truth behind Kanta's belief that Shaurya had wronged her niece." The business man stared steadfastly at Karuna. "I have, but not enough to completely exonerate Shaurya. But then everything hit the fan, and we find ourselves at this point." He smiled ruefully. "Despite appearances, I can more than handle the business end of things stemming from Shaurya's absconding, however the fact of the matter is that it can be neither Hina nor I responsibility to determine how we manage the personal aspect of this problem. Do we lead him her or discourage discovery? Do we involve Mehek's family in any of this or not? Hina will need to have everything in place before she leaves the office, so we could really use your guidance, Karuna-ji."

Karuna, whose maternal instincts had kicked in the minute Rajiv had indicated that some foul plan was afoot against her son, and by virtue the woman he loved, sat up straighter. As long as she drew breath no one would dare to harm either of them.

"I can only hope my son is sensible enough to get over the inevitable shock to succor the woman he loves. And should he not be, then he is not worthy of her. I would not give him any unfair advantage, but I think it best to let Shaurya and Mehek settle their matter without any outside interference. What we will focus on instead is this plot; who is behind it and more importantly why."

***********

Mehek still felt like kicking herself for letting her emotions get the better of her, and sending him such a desperate message last night. Never the mind that she felt as despondent as her words portrayed: he needn't have known this. What purpose had it served, she thought when she saw that although read, he hadn't even the decency to acknowledge it in any form. It didn't matter, she said to convince herself, as she set the just signed employment contract aside. She was moving on with her life, and he: KK/ Shaurya Khanna would no longer be a factor in it. She returned to the small kitchen so that she could finish plating the sweets she had prepared to take to Mel's gathering. Hopefully it would be the first of many social occasions as she settled in the area properly. She was just finished her task when, punctual as always, her doorbell rang: it couldn't be anyone but Malik, here to drop her off the apartment complex where many of the college program participants were housed. She smiled when on opening the door, he inhaled appreciatively at the scents permeating the small suite. "That's a good sign if I've ever seen one, Mehek offered. "Come, let's get going so you can get on to whatever it was you had planned this evening, Malik."

They made one stop to the front desk, where Mehek dropped off a small tray of the ladoos she had made to the staff she had become friendly with over the past few weeks. She smiled at their excitement for the unexpected treat.

"These aren't the usual ones, Mehek"

"Nahi, but if you get the chance to peep the show, you will know why I've made them, she answered as she waved them goodbye.

After they settled in Malik's vehicle, he commented on her brighter demeanor.

"Would you rather I curl up in bed for the rest of my life? Nahi, I won't. One day at a time is how I see it, and today has been an okay one, so I figure I may as well enjoy the remainder of it."

"So reliving ISC won't affect that, you are saying?"

A little more subdued when she answered, Mehek nodded. "Perhaps, but I did a great job while I was there, and I refuse to let anyone take that from me."

Not long after they, found themselves outside the rather noisy complex ringing the door- bell. Malik grimaced at all of the activity, as he recalled Mehek relating that she may look into one of the available apartments in the same complex as a permanent residence once her initial contract finished. "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider living around here," he asked unaware that the door had opened as he had spoken. Mehek grinned as the welcoming smile fell from Mel's face. "And why shouldn't she want to live here? She's young woman with a life. No-where close to needing the rest-home, Malik Uncle," she added intimating in the sweetest of tones that perhaps he was. "Welcome guys, we are just ready for you."

Mel quickly placed the trays on a table and then dashed to the front of the common room where a bunch of young adults had gathered. "Okay everyone here, she projected over the noisy chatting. "Now I promised you all a surprise so all together, everyone say: thank you, Mel!"

"Let's see if the surprise is worth it first, Mel! "

"Oy, get out of that seat, I told you it's reserved," Mel retorted. The young woman laughed, when the boy in question followed her direction. "Thik hai. First welcome to the season 2 kick off our ISC viewing parties. To the newbies just giving this a go, you are in for some fun. So, you all know Gordon Ramsey, well over in India we have Shaurya Khanna: basically, Gordon Ramsey if he was a male model. In the first season he was positively wicked, but little did he know that the most unassuming person would get the better of him in the end. And then thanks to the eagle eyes of one of Disney's own, we managed to bring this superstar over to the US to entice us with her creations. So first off let's show our appreciation for Chef Malik, for convincing the powers to take a chance on our super special guest." She motioned the man forward and directed him to the single unoccupied chair amongst the gaming chairs and beanbag seats that filled the common room. Once the man was seated she approached him and smiled leaning into him. She activated the recliner, and smirked at him. "I wanted to make sure you were totally comfortable, Uncle. Would you like something to drink: coffee...tea...or"

"Hello Mel...get on with it".

"Come on guys, it's our responsibility to ensure our elders are taken care of," she laughed. She looked back at the man she had been questioning.

"A soft drink would be fine," Malik answered as he brought the chair back up.

"Sure, let me get Mehek settled first. She will be in the children's section with me." She returned to the front of the room. "Okay guys so you would have to be really thick if you haven't figured who I am talking about. And even if you don't, you will by the end of the show...and she's even brought us goodies, so let's welcome Mehek Sharma!"

Seated on a double beanbag, waiting for the show to start, Mehek glanced over at Malik who had surprisingly remained there, and was conversing with one of the young men closest to him. Beside her Mel sighed. The young woman spoke when Mehek faced her. "I wish I could go back to when I had never heard him speak. He was just perfect then. I would never have imagined that behind that all of that good looking would be such a chauvinist."

"He has never come across like that to me..."

"Really, so why was he acting like you couldn't think for yourself the yesterday; like he had every right over you?

Mehek smiled ruefully, "Because he cares, and he knows that I haven't been..."she cut off "Wait is that why you are be so obnoxious with the Uncle spiel...you know that isn't going down well. And he's not that old you know."

"He doesn't like it: good. That's what he gets for destroying my fantasy that he was flawless. But... if he has been acting like this because he had to...then I guess that's pretty sweet." She tapped Mehek, "But what's up anyway, are you okay...I mean you weren't due back for a couple more days and.."

Mehek stopped her by pointing towards the t.v. that hung on the wall across from them: the program had begun.

The show was well received, and Mehek's performance much appreciated as she was shown to be putting Shaurya through his paces and more than once, in his place. But while most of the attendees remained focused on the screen, two of them split their time observing the program and the chef participant in their midst, who as the episode progressed had become visibly disturbed. At one point, when Mehek had tucked her head down, and had surreptitiously dabbed one eye, Mel and Malik's eyes met in concern for the young woman.

"Should we serve these goodies now Mehek," Mel asked, as a way to remove the vulnerable woman from the watchful eyes of their companions when she looked about to break down.

"Haan lets. I'll just go to the washroom first, if that's okay."

*********

Aunty was right. The first thing he had needed to do was to have a good night's sleep and approach everything when he was fresh and alert. It had been enough to realize last night, as he stood on his balcony looking out towards a moonlight Bay Lake that MS was here in the very same building, perhaps right now, staring out on the same scenery. This allowed him to rest, which he sorely needed after the two long haul flights he had taken. The rest that had given him the clarity to guess where he probably needed to go this morning.

And now, he had found her...

She was a lot quicker than he thought she would be, once she got over the shock of them coming face-to-face. If anything, it was he, despite the solid night's sleep he had, that was slow off the mark: losing precious moments when the realization that he had so easily located her, had him rooted where he stood. She took advantage of his hesitation, and had retreated two steps backwards before turning and darting out of the kiosk. It was folly on his part to believe that she could be rushing to him, and consequently it had taken him far more effort for him to catch up with her; to grab her wrist and pull her back against him. It was clear by her stiff stance that she did not want to be there, in this moment with him. Not when she thought him a betrayer.

"Did you not think I wouldn't answer your plea, Dost? I thought you knew me better than that by now, Shaurya whispered for her ears only.

Chapter24A

Chapter #3

Her hosts were obviously taking very good care of her; so much so that in the first two days, Shaurya barely heard a peep from his MS. That there was a steady stream of photos and videos being posted to her Facebook page; tagging him in practically all of them, let him know that at least he hadn't been forsaken, but he had to admit that despite the novelty of experiencing the Big Apple through the eyes of an impressionable first-time visitor, their lack of direct communications had been a bit disheartening. The time difference between them had been the greatest obstacle, lending him only the option of responding to her posts when he was able, and looking forward to hours later when he could access any response she would send. It seemed they were destined to pass by like two ships in the night: neither online when the other was.

Like now, he thought, as he pulled up one of the latest images she had posted.

She was as much of a foodie as he, Shaurya thought as he clicked like on the picture of the stylized plate, her incredible dinner she had said, that obviously met her approval. Setting his phone down, he picked up the cup of coffee the servant had just poured, savoring the exquisiteness of the flavored brew.

...We need to make a decision, now that we are down to our last 24 hours, don't you agree? The thing is I'm not really into quickies, so mornings are really a no go on my end, but then again you may not feel the same. Personally I would prefer the luxury of an all-night session before that. Your thoughts KK?

Shaurya had perked up when his phone pinged an incoming message and then almost spit his coffee out when he read it. She wasn't into quickies, preferring all nigh... Good lord, did she even realize the connotations of what she had typed?

...Has New York changed you that much MS?

Sitting cross-legged on her bed, already in her night clothes, Mehek frowned in her confusion after reading his message. What was he on about?

...It's just with the time difference Rachna suggested that it may be best for us to agree on a chat time that will work for both of us. I'm not certain what that has to with my time here in New York, but my personal preference would to talk at the end of the day, which would be mornings for you...I wouldn't feel as rushed I think, but that may not work for you.

Their chats; of course, Shaurya thought, disbelieving that his mind could sink into the gutter just like that. She was certainly wasn't that type of girl, and Shaurya chided himself for allowing his thoughts to stray in that direction. Perhaps a different type of female might have no reservations in sending such a suggestive message to a man, but definitely not his MS. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his Bhabhi entering, and scoffed. Speak of the devil and she shall appear' he thought, of the woman of debauched character.

He ignored Shruti as she took a seat opposite his, retuning back to his mobile, when it sounded again.

...Maybe I'm asking for too much?

Shaurya smiled and began typing.

...Never think so. We will definitely sort things out before you head down to Fl. Like you said the time difference has been a challenge. And...I have a bit of a confession...

...Bolo KK...don't keep me in suspense.

...Well as much as I can tell your companions are showing you the best of the city, I admit to being the slightest bit envious of the time they get to spend with you, while I am relegated to observing from afar.

...Aacha, and here I thought I was doing a good job of sharing it with you. In fact, I hoped you would have guessed that the reason that I was posting so much was because I wanted you to feel as if you were experiencing it all with me; especially since we haven't been able to connect before now.

Mehek bit her lip, wondering if between the convoluted text she had sent, that KK would understand that despite the terrific time she had had these past two days, that somehow, she in fact missed him and their chats too.

Had she been able to see his expression, she would have no qualms in that regard. Certainly none of his breakfast companions doubted his rapt attention to the person he was communicating with.

...Anyway, you needn't feel left out; two days from now it will just be the two of us...once we sort out the time we should chat that is...

...Absolutely, I can't think of anything more pressing right now MS.

Across from him Shruti stared intently at her obsession. She wasn't liking one bit what she was seeing. He was completely enthralled by his messaging session. And to make matters worse, she was damn sure it wasn't business related. "Wheeling and Dealing so early in the morning, Shaurya," she asked snidely.

Shaurya raised his head, and stared the faithless woman directly in the face.

"Oh, you would never understand how important these particular negotiations are, Bhabhi dear," Shaurya taunted back.

*********

The very last place Mehek expected to find herself on her final day in New York was in a high fashion studio, getting fitted for what had to be one of the most beautiful lehengas she had ever seen.

Considering that she was in the company of not one, but two renowned designers, perhaps she should have considered how they would have interpreted her desire to find something a bit more special for the gala that would be held at the food festival in a few weeks. Although neither husband or wife had seen anything lacking with what she had brought for the event, they happily agreed to give her a hand in securing another option just in case. "One could never have enough special occasion outfits," Rachna had suggested. However, when Mehek inexplicably vehemently vetoed Kabir's idea that a little black dress, would both work for any occasion, and also be easily sourced, Rachna had interceded and had suggested instead that her husband contact his US business partner to see if he could assist. Above Mehek's protestations, the couple had totally rearranged their schedule to accommodate her.

It had been unbelievable to be honest; not to mention a little bit disconcerting, to have such preferential treatment seeing as she wasn't exactly model material to even consider wearing the high fashion designs that had been presented to her as possibilities.

Tending to her children, who were clearly welcome in the studio, Rachna took note of the uncertainty on Mehek's face. After asking one of the assistants to keep an eye on her daughter who was busy drawing at one of the drafting tables, Rachna hoisted her youngest on her hip and then approached the young chef. "It really is quite beautiful Mehek; the color is lovely on you, and it will be perfect for the location..."

The young chef shook her head in agreement.

"Then you are content; and absolutely certain that you wouldn't prefer for us to find a boutique and get something off the rack?"

"Nahi, I love it Rachna, it's just...well," she took the opportunity to direct Rachna's attention to a nearby image that hung prominently in the studio. "I will never look like her; she looks as if she should be wearing something as beautiful as this, while I will feel like a total fraud, and that's providing that they can even alter it to fit without totally ruining the design."

Rachna rotated to look at the poster-sized print Mehek spoke of, and then turned back with a smile. "Haan she has the ability to look perfect in just about everything she wears," Rachna agreed. "Her petiteness was a blessing when she was modelling, but she forever bemoaned the fact that her height always worked against her. In fact, the heels she wore for that shoot are the only reason Naomi reached the height she does next to her husband in that photo."

Mehek studied the image of the foreign, green-eyed woman posing with the tall Hindu man: they made a stunning couple. "Your friend, and her husband are both models" she asked feeling daunted by this fact for some reason.

"Kabir's own discovery," Rachna answered, "But before any of the fame that came with that she was my best friend from university: sweet girl who hated how tiny she was. And he, Rajeev, was a model just for that day: for her. However, I only brought it up only to say that there is no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody has something they wish to be different. We just each have to embrace what God has given us. So, you're not model-thin, and what? Please don't have qualms about what may need to be done. In all honesty I doubt that it will mean little more than releasing a seam or two, but you shouldn't let that make you think any less of yourself."

She had been absolutely right, Mehek thought when Rachna had delivered the garment bag containing the freshly tailored outfit that had been arrived at the hotel just before supper. They had just enough time for Mehek to slip into the suit one last time before she and the Tripathi's would go out for their final dinner together. In doing so, Mehek couldn't help be feel so special in the outfit that had been personalized specifically to her conservative tastes. That they had managed to lengthen to blouse so seamlessly would have one believing that this had been the original design: it was perfect it her eyes.

Later at dinner, Kabir looked at the snaps his wife had captured on her smart phone. "You were right to reject the option of a black dress, Mehek: this is perfection if I do say so myself. Thank you for allowing us to treat you."

Mehek nodded: too full for words. She would be lying to herself if she didn't recognize that these past couple of days with the Tripathi family had gone some way to restoring her faith in the goodness of people; and in particular had shown her that not everyone of means conducted themselves as Shaurya Khanna did: without a care for his fellow man. Purposively, she tore herself from thoughts of that man, and back to her company who were addressing her around the dinner table. She smiled and nodded at something Rachna said, thinking that she would miss the family who had aided her.

**********

Her mobile pinged for the first time about twenty-five minutes after she arrived at the airport, when she was still saying her farewells to the Tripathi family.

"We don't want you feel beholden to us in any shape of form, but we would love to hear how you are making out," Rachna stated as she gave Mehek another goodbye hug.

"Haan," Kabir added, "and if not that, just remember that you have us here and available for the next twelve days: a couple hours away should any emergency come up. Call us straight away if you have any need."

"Oh and please..."

*Ping*

Rachna hesitated when the obtrusive sound came again. She looked Mehek squarely in the face and smiled knowingly, when an anxious look came to her face. "Never mind," she concluded. "We will talk to you later okay. Have a safe flight and let us know when you have arrived, thik hai?"

...All checked in and ready now?

... Security is a pain; I know...hope to hear from you soon.

... Everything is okay; right?

...Come on dost: where are you?

************

Karuna had spent the past ten minutes, undetected, just watching her son from the doorway of his bedroom. She shook her head desolately: he never seemed to turn off. Even at this later hour, when he should be resting, he was still at it, his attention squarely on the conversation he was having on his mobile: one that plainly was not going well. Finally, when noting that his exasperation looked to have manifested into complete anguish, demonstrated when he threw the device down and just held his head in his hands, she entered his room with the intention of doing something she had never done before. That she had managed to get as far as she did: crossing the threshold and picking up the cellphone that was behind his distress, Karuna felt justified in what she was about to do, and moved to power it off, when her attention was drawn to the series of one-sided messages. She was shocked: it hadn't been some business dealing after all.

... I'm so sorry, KK. I got stuck saying my goodbyes, and then getting through security was a nightmare. I'm here now, and we still have just under an hour until my flight boards, if you still wanted to chat. It's up to you though...I know it's late at home...I promise you it will be better once I get settled later today.

Shaurya's eyes popped open when at last, he heard the chime that indicated that the long awaited incoming message had finally come. Reaching in the direction that he had chucked the mobile minutes before, he came up empty and turned completely to see where his phone: his lifeline, had disappeared to.

"Mom: Aap?"

Karuna glanced up from the note she had just read.

"Haan beta; and clearly I was worried for all of the wrong reasons."

She ignored the hand reaching out for the cellphone she wasn't quite ready to relinquish yet.

"Let's see: obviously a friend - mayhap even a close one, and yet one you have chosen not to share your true identity with, beta," the worried mother commented. "Please Shaury: no more games, thik hai, not after..."

Shaurya's jaw tightened. His dealing with one Mehek Sharma had been one of the very few times he and his mother had been at odds. No matter how much he had attempted to justify his actions: the wily chef had managed to undermine any account of his action to his parent, who too had been taken in by the innocent face she wore.

"There is no comparison between the two situations Mom. She," Shaurya persisted, pointing to his mobile. "There is no artifice in her: she is special."

"And yet not special enough to disclose..."

"I want to Mom; you cannot imagine how much I do." And I want to know her as well, Shaurya continued in his head. "And I plan to do so when the time is right."

"So why do you not now; why have you chosen this ruse over the truth beta," Karuna asked. But in her heart she knew: she knew how the pain of her child's past dealings had affected him now. She could even understand, although she could never condone his actions, why he had ill-treated sweet Mehek but she could not understand how the astute man her son was, could not understand that unless he released his past, that he would never be able to move on.

*PING*

She didn't acknowledge the message this time, and just passed the cell phone to her son.

"The funny thing about fate, is that you never know what it has in store for you, beta. A less charitable person would say that this worry you are experiencing is the direct result of your recent actions, Shaury. This may even be true, but all I know is that you will be doing yourself and your friend a disservice by not being truthful soon...you may even be risking your own happiness for all you know. At least think about what I have said, Shaurie."

She smiled slightly at her son, when he shook his head to acknowledge her advice, and then left him to his own devices.

... At last, but your delay is perfectly understandable. Forgive me for coming across as so restless. I could say it's a lack of sleep, but that wouldn't be the truth. And if nothing else I want to be truthful with you MS, you deserve that from me at the very least...The truth is that somehow, this connection we have has become incredibly important to me, that I find myself unnerved when I can't reach you whenever we are scheduled to

... And, I probably sound like an anxious Aunty, now.

It had taken more time than she had expected to get through security and by the time Mehek reached and settled at her gate, she was at least closer to an hour later than the time that she had promised KK that she would be in contact. Consequently, when she accessed her phone it was to a string of messages, each progressively more anxious than the previous. She had answered as quickly as possible, but after the delay in getting an answer, Mehek assumed that she had missed him completely.

She was so glad that she was wrong.

... I have a couple of Anxious Aunties and they love me very much...I don't have a problem with another person joining in

...Not that I expect you to love me...

Unbidden, the words "too late" came to Shaurya's mind, and he had to consciously stop himself from typing the same. He opted to type something only slightly different.

... There can be love between friends though...even online friends, right?

He waited.

...Han Dost. I have friends that I love very much, and know they love me too.

...None quite like you though, KK

His topic had her in a tizzy and relaying things probably best left unsaid. Like the fact that she really believed that somehow she had begun seriously crushing on her online buddy.

And just as suddenly as this had happened, so did she want to let him know everything: to give him more details than the vague ones she had thus far divulged. She wanted to put aside her belief in safety behind the anonymity of her page, and let him know exactly who she was. Perhaps he would even be familiar with her, and hoped that it wouldn't make a difference: that MS and Mehek Sharma were the same person he had struck a friendship with. And that she wasn't...

...But before that: first there should be truth between friends.

Was he reading her mind, she wondered.

...I agree KK.

There was a lapse as each waited to see what would happen: who in fact would be the braver of the two.

...You may be familiar with my name once you hear it.

...Are you famous KK?

...Or infamous: I guess it depends who you are talking to, and what you may think you know about me already.

For the first time Shaurya stopped and really considered how his recent actions would have appeared to an outsider looking in. Without doubt the show's drama quota had resulted in high ratings and success, but with it also came a definite split in how the public viewed him. Villain or Hero: he speculated how MS would view him, as he had no doubt that, as passionate as she was about cooking, that she would have certainly tuned into the show. He swallowed recognizing that this reveal could possibly preclude his friendship progressing any further. Mom was right though, and it was best to get it over with and deal with the fallout whatever that may be.

This was it he thought as he began typing: what will be will be.

... My real name is actually Shaurya...Shaurya Khanna... and yes before you ask, I am the Shaurya from India's Super Cook. And now it's your turn...

Chapter #6

...Thank you so much.

That was all she could manage, and that too, only because good manners dictated that she did: nothing more, nothing less. Bully for him, should he think that there was anything else beyond the four-word acknowledgment of his effort. Never mind that what he done had unnerved her; that wasn't even a factor to be considered.

Grateful that the call from the lobby to advise that her ride had arrived, had coincided with her hitting send, Mehek was saved from further contemplation on the how's and why's of Shaurya Khanna's message, or her response to it, as she quickly placed the small bouquet she had received from Rajiv Sir on the coffee table. She then carried the room service tray in one hand, after gathering her things, and left her suite.

Outside her door, she had just set the platter aside, when she had to suddenly press her back against her door to prevent being barreled over by a group of rambunctious youngsters dashing down the hall. She nodded with a smile when bringing up the rear, their harried parents apologized to her for their offspring's enthusiasm. They weren't to be alone, as the busy halls were already filled with a flurry of vacationers excited for their stay here in the magical surroundings. It was hard for Mehek not to get caught up in the happy atmosphere, even if her sojourn here was for other reasons. By the time, she exited the lift; filing out behind the grouping she had accompanied, a bright smile was plastered on her face. Across the lobby, she quickly located Chef Malik, and their cursory greeting, finally was on her way.

One thing she hadn't expected was their first stop would actually be the theme park itself. Assuring her that the fun sidetrack was indeed a part of the process, Mehek had excitedly fallen into line. The F&B department had declared that there would be no better way for the new participants to anticipate the needs of the event by experiencing the environment that EPCOT offered for themselves. For her part, Mehek didn't even pretend to hide her awe at the uniqueness of the place, that prior to today, had only been something she had viewed online or in the publications the company had provided her. By the time they had circumnavigated the World Showcase, Mehek definitely had a feel for what would be expected. She smiled, finding the concept of the 40+ kiosks more similar to the roadside dhabas at home: casual stops offering comforting and delicious foods. Clearly the festival would be offering more refined tappas sized portions, but that appeared the main difference.

"This will be India's first full representation at the festival, and while we can say with a degree of certainty that we have just about shored up the non-veg options, it's the vegetarian selections that we are hoping for you to take care of for us," Chef Malik indicated.

Mehek nodded, mentally running through what she thought would be fitting menu items that would highlight the best of Indian cuisine, as wide and varied as it was. It was an awesome responsibility, but she was certain that she would eventually come up with something that would be representative of the flavors of her home. Inwardly, she sighed. This was exactly the sort of thing that she would have expected to run by KK; not so much seeking his guidance, but more like being able to bounce ideas off her Karela King. She doubted if she would even attempt such now though. It had been hard enough to answer with the few words she had this morning. Anything more seemed unfathomable right now.

"Karela King..."

"I beg your pardon, what did you say?"

Some shock must have shown on her face, when she looked up at her companion, as Chef Malik immediately sought to give an explanation of what he had uttered.

"Karela... Karela Rings: or some variation of the recipe might be a possibility as one of the snacks. Merely a suggestion, Mehek, but after watching you in action, I figured if anyone could temper that bitterness and make it so palatable that the public would be raving about it would be you." He smiled affably at the young woman, who now had a slightly sheepish expression on her face, but at least some color had come back to her cheeks.

She hesitated for a while longer before speaking.

"I'm sorry, my mind was adrift, and I thought I had heard something else. Karela Rings: I will most definitely keep that in mind though... So how many hours would I be able to work at the kiosk?"

It was the professional's turn to be taken aback. "Mehek," he began gently, "You do realize that you were contracted to be more than a simple line cook, don't you?"

"Haan Chef, but I'm not ready to, nor do I want to lose the connection to my customer either. The connection is just as important, not just the pushing out the food: delicious as it may be. Do you think it will a problem for me to do so?"

The Chef felt humbled by the young woman's attitude. Her simplicity, no, not just that: she truly was very special. It would be a real joy getting to know her a lot better during her stay here. She was certain to be a success, and for sure a crowd favorite. There was unquestionably something about her. Hardly a couple hours in her company, and already, she had him hoping that she would decide to extend her tenure after her initial contract finished.

*******

Rajiv barged into Shaurya's office, waving the dossier in his hand.

"Shaurya, have you seen this? It's totally unacceptable. We need to address this now; and nip it in the bud before the idea gains a proper footing with the network." He stopped, realizing that the man, who he expected to already be on top of the potential complication was preoccupied to the extent that he hadn't even been aware of his entry, let alone cognizant of the updated information that had been relayed by the executive producer assigned to the next season of India's Super Cook. Instead, the man in question remained engrossed in his mobile, his fingers systematically scrolling, unmindful to anything going on around him.

The folder, slammed unceremoniously onto his desk, and the resulting documents that spilled from it, at last gained the attention Rajiv sought. Still, it was with clear reluctance that Shaurya set aside his mobile to redress the issue that had his partner up in arms. Bringing some semblance of order to the disturbed sheets, he gathered the folder and set it in front of him; motioning Rajiv to take a seat across from him.

"Bolo, Bhai," he queried flipping open the cover of the folder, to study the contents. "What exactly..."

Rajiv took the opportunity of the younger man's puzzlement, to upbraid the man for the disaster that would befall them if he didn't give this matter its due attention. " What's wrong with you Shaurya? Hina advised me as soon as I came in that you had asked her not to disturb you; and to pass this off to me to handle. Without even looking at it. Do you realize..."

Incensed, more at himself than anything else, Shaurya raised his hand and reached over for the intercom connecting to his PA, requesting Hina to contact the new producer who had overstepped his boundaries by changing the final contestant lineup: despite the careful vetting they had gone through to select season two's participants. Barring that the man had not taken it upon himself to advise the newly selected women of their change of fortunes; a task that Shaurya had expressly refused to relinquish responsibility of, there would be no problem. But considering the brash man's impudence to even consider doing what he had, Shaurya would put nothing past the overzealous man. He would need to be put in his place, and realize that it was he, Shaurya Khanna who was the real principal of this operation.

***********

It had been four days and she had ignored him completely: it had been easy, actually. Too easy if she was honest. However, when she scanned the series of messages: some concise, others lengthy, Mehek realized that perhaps she wasn't being fair. Sure, it would be no big deal to let the man suffer in some small measure for just being who he was, but then that wouldn't make her any better than him, would it? Cruelty is cruelty no matter what form it was in. But it definitely would be simpler, she thought with a sigh. It didn't help that she was almost convinced that this would be for the best: that for both their sakes, she should just disappear, and chalk everything up to experience- a life lesson that both could learn and grow from. He would be none the wiser as to her identity and probably not affected at all, she imagined. And all it would take was for her to block him or better yet, delete her account. With things going so well, she couldn't describe how very tempting just moving on was.

... I could really use someone to talk to if you have the time, MS.

She had thought twice when she had come to this final message. Whereas the others had barely moved her, it was hard to dismiss the desperate tone in the simple plea. Despite the inner warning to remember exactly whom she was dealing with, her compassionate nature had her wanting; no- needing to check what could be wrong to have necessitated this specific message.

*Ping*

*Ping*

...KK

...KK, are you there? Are you okay?

Bewildered, to hear from her in the first instance; when it had looked that she was making every effort to distance herself, Shaurya sat stunned. After reconfirming the time, he was left dwelling on his growing confusion, that MS would even be available to contact him at all. Added to the fact that with the unexpected contact, MS had reverted to his pseudonym, he was at a total lost. He could only interpret this as, somewhere deep down she still considered him a friend, and that she was a friend answering another's call for help. After her days of silence, he couldn't afford to look a gift horse in the face, and understanding this could be his one chance, he ventured straight to the heart of his worry.

...MS... I thought you gone for good.

...To tell the truth, I almost was.

Mehek, waited wondering how he would respond to her brutal honesty, and if his response would make a difference in the way she felt about everything going on between them.

He had guessed right, Shaurya thought.

...That may have been for the best: hell, it probably still is, so before we make that call, tell me: how have things been for you? I had hoped to have heard by now, and assured myself that you were okay, but that choice seems to have been taken from me.

... It has been really good. Actually, better than that, KK. I still can't wrap my head around what a wonderful opportunity this is. It's true that I have been unbelievably busy these first few days, but with the aid of a great colleague, I have accomplished so much. I'm so ahead of the game that I have been able to take the day off, well sort of. I am actually meeting up with him for a working lunch in a little while. He is incredible; a real god-send.

...He?

Unable to help himself, Shaurya had hit send before thinking better of what he was doing.

Out of everything she had disclosed, it was evident what he had taken from her message. Nothing, like adding more confusion to her already troubled mind, Mehek thought.

...Chef Malik

...I see. Indian-American?

... Haan KK. KK, is something wrong?

Wrestling with the thoughts running through his mind, and that he had no right over her that would permit him to warn her away from this newcomer, Shaurya dragged one hand through his hair.

... Your message seemed desperate.

He raised his head on notification of her response. Desperate, probably was overkill, but not too far off.

...In need of a friend is more like it, MS.

...And out of all of the people in your circle, Shaurya Khanna, I was your choice? I find that highly improbable.

The iciness of her response filtered through the screen, even as he noted that she had used his given name for the first time. It was a clear indication of her underlying doubt of him and his intentions. She probably suspected that he was attempting to manipulate her, and honestly who could blame her. Particularly after what had precipitated his last PM to her, he could understand her attitude entirely.

*********

"Uday Saab, what is the meaning of this," Shaurya had demanded to know when the producer had been patched through to the conference phone in his office. Slowly Shaurya flipped through the applicant profiles noting that four of them who had previously been set aside, had now been added to the roster, displacing other candidates who had been preferred. "The Season 2 contestants have already been selected, and also notified. Non-disclosure agreements have been signed off, there is no way that we can switch any of them out."

"We can and we will, Shaurya. For the sake of the show we will do exactly that. Have you actually studied their profiles Shaurya Khanna. I'm thinking not, because there is no way as beautiful as they are you could so easily dismiss them."

"Lest I remind you ISC is a show based on skill; on talent," Shaurya countered. Across the table, Rajiv who had been a silent participant nodded in agreement.

"Haan Shaurya, I get it, but nothing brings the ratings in like a little sexual tension. I know that you know that, man," the voice on the other end of the phone guffawed. "It's my job to ensure the ratings for ISC hit the roof for the next five years and beyond that. I get it, the show is your baby and you did well enough, but now you are in the game for real Shaurya. Look at what you managed to achieve with the behenji last season. Now imagine that attention tripled with the hot babes I've selected for you. The TRP you got by giving that frump a little of your attention and seeing her to victory, will be nothing by comparison with the change up I've implemented. In fact, I am already envisioning what we can get if we get Mehek back for an episode or two next season, and letting her see how she compares with one or more of our new ladies. The old fling vs the new improved versions: it will be gold for us...Woah man, what going on there, you fall out of your seat or what..."

The sound heard was the toppling of Rajiv's chair when he shot up out of it, irate at the producer's debasing talk of young cook he had taken under his wing. In response, Shaurya stood himself, motioning his partner to calm down, letting him know by his actions, that he would address the issue.

Sternly, he voiced his opposition.

"First Uday, let it be known that you know nothing of what you speak of. Secondly, and I really need you to hear and understand this, Mehek Sharma has natural talent, and that and only that was the only reason she succeeded. No matter what may have been aired, first and foremost ISC is a talent..."

The producer laughed unconvincingly. "Chill Man I get it, don't go protesting too much. You're a good guy: I get it, you don't kiss and tell. And for reference, these girls, they have talent too, but are a hell lot easier on the eye. It will just make your job and mine a little easier. A little more natural than having to cater to these homely types. Man, personally I don't know how you managed. Even though they say her sort make for an easy lay, that Mehek..."

Sensing Rajiv about to go apoplectic, Shaurya picked up the headset, so that whatever it was the ignorant man on the other end would disclose, would be for his ears only.

"Bas Uday, enough. I am telling you once and for all. The contestants have been selected, the list will not deviate. They have been selected on their merit because that is was India Super Cook is, a showcase of talent. Deal with it, or better yet I will just let the top brass set you straight, Okay?"

He slammed down the phone, and sat hard down in his chair, scowling his displeasure.

Rajiv still stood, glaring at him.

"So, you would defend her now that the integrity of your show is in question," Rajiv shouted in disgust. "Do you understand now Shaurya, the ramifications of your actions: not just to the show, but to you and to her. As a man, you can weather the storm easily, and come out of it fine, but do you see how she is being perceived, all because of what you thought you could get away with?"

"He's just one man, bhai. His opinion means nothing, "Shaurya grumbled, still not wanting to consider anything of the sort.

"Haan, he is, and you too, are just one man Shaurya Khanna, and you are still attempting to disavow yourself from any responsibility in this matter. I can't believe you don't see: now I think you just don't want to. Thik hai, maybe this will help you. Your new friend: your someone special, the one that has you so preoccupied that you have lost all focus...put her in Mehek's place, and tell me if you would have no issue with everything you've done to Mehek Sharma, being done to her... That some man uses her for their own personal gain. Just think about it Shaurya. Perhaps that will open your eyes finally."

**********

...So what is wrong then?

Me...Everything, Shaurya thought. But not the answer he felt he could give, and not risk severing the tenuous thread connecting them.

...It had to do with the next Season of India's Super Cook. Just something needing to be squared away with the Producer. A power struggle that needed to be addressed

...Aacha. It sounds as if your show is not entirely your own now and you cannot handle the loss of control, Shaurya Khanna.

...No, I can't. That can never be an option for me. It tends to bring out the worst in me.

Mehek read, and then re-read those twenty words. For some reason, she deemed that this was the closest thing to the raw truth that she; that possibly anyone had ever gotten the hard man to disclose. Undoubtedly something about his recent confrontation had brokered some sort of epiphany in him, if it had him making what was tantamount to an admission of what made him tick.

...So you are off to a lunch date, you said?

...a working lunch to be exact.

...Well from one friend to another, do me the favor and be on your guard, thik hai? Not everything, not every person is what they appear to be.

...That is rich coming from you, Shaurya Khanna; the height of irony.

...All the more why you should heed the advice don't you think, MS? After all, who would know better than I? But I will let you go and get on to it. Thanks for contacting me. It's at least, good to know you are getting on so well.

She was left momentarily unable to come up with a suitable retort to the moroseness that permeated his words. She was frightened, scared out of her mind of what she was considering, but there had to be some reason for everything to have come together as it had today.

...Wait. I mean if you have the time, I may be able to stay online to chat.

...If you want.

Chapter7

Chapter #8

The glint in the other man's eyes immediately clued Shaurya to the fact that although the producer had lost the overall skirmish, that in this, the victory he had strived most for had been achieved. Steeling himself from revealing anything that could be seen a weakness to the man who was determined to be his adversary, Shaurya turned away from Uday to address the matter put to him, by the station executive.

"Nahi, none of last season's competitors were contractually bound once the show ended. At the time, there didn't seem any need to."

"A definite oversight that, Shaurya. At the very least you should have demanded an obligation from the victor." The man turned briefly to his PA who sat in on the meeting. "Schedule some time with the legal team ASAP. We need to sure up that loophole." He then refocused on the creator of India's Super Cook. "A rookie mistake, but not an insurmountable problem. However, it's a known fact that no matter how many seasons any genre of reality show has under their belt, the audience never forgets the initial winner. They forever represent the pinnacle of the show's endearment to the target audience; and anything they get up to, whether good or bad is immediately correlated back to the show. Especially a contestant like Mehek Sharma. She's one of them: someone that the masses related to on a massive scale. Uday was absolutely right in insisting that we have her back for an episode or two in the upcoming season. It will be an instant TRP boost. Everyone will be anxious to know what she has been up to, and how ISC has changed her life."

"Exactly my line of thinking, Sir," Uday stated. "I concede that I may have been overzealous in my other actions, but in this, I am totally confident in the wisdom of my decision. We definitely need to have Mehek Sharma back in some; in any capacity, next season."

Out the corner of his eye, Shaurya saw Rajiv's jaw tighten. The producer's conciliatory tone hadn't fooled Bhai either. They had been outplayed for sure, but he would not relinquish control of this particular matter to a man he had no trust in. He clapped his hands once, affecting a congenial smile to those in the room.

"Done," Shaurya said affably. "If it's Mehek Sharma you want; then it's Mehek Sharma you will get."

The executive stood, followed by his assistant, satisfied that he had cut short the warring between the new producer and show's creator. The two men where cut from the same cloth, which not unexpectedly had led to some premature clashing between the two alpha personalities. It was a chance the network had taken: pairing the two together this season. However, the risk would be worth it once Shaurya and Uday got on the same page, as it would only lead to phenomenal success for both the show and by virtue the station.

"Excellent, now that's settled, I will leave the three of you to hash out anything else you need to. The meeting room is yours for the next forty-five minutes should you need it."

Not even a fraction of that length of time was required as Shaurya immediately began collecting his things, his mind already moved on to what next needed to be accomplished in his busy day. Uday stood and walked around the table to meet him, holding out his hand.

"No hard feelings, right Shaurya?"

A small smile on his face, Shaurya met the test of the tight handshake he was given in equal measure. "None whatsoever, Uday. We will handle everything and then be in touch to confirm Ms. Sharma's participation, soon. Like you said we should be easily be able to fit her into any of the episodes, so her availability shouldn't interfere at all with our production schedule."

"Aacha," the man agreed. He then nodded at Rajiv, and the preceded the pair out of the conference room, buoyed by the victory he had achieved over the arrogant man he had left to follow.

"Shaurya..."

Signaled not to speak, when Shaurya raised one finger, Rajiv allowed the producer to pull further ahead of them, recognizing his partner's wariness of the man they were to work with having access to their conversation.

When they were crossing the parking-lot back to their car, Rajiv finally voiced his concern. "Tell me I am wrong in suspecting that you are not entirely unhappy with what just happened in there."

Shaurya pulled out his keys and remotely unlocked the vehicle. From the driver's side, he looked over the bonnet to his waiting friend. "Only if you want me to lie Bhai. You cannot discount the ratings potential of her returning." He held up one hand when Rajiv began to turn his face away in disgust. "My personal preference though is that Mehek Sharma doesn't step a foot near, let alone on the set of my show," he continued, shocking his partner. "And not for the reasons you think. However, we have no choice but to make the request, to satisfy the network. And should she somehow agree to do this, I would prefer that you and I handle all aspects of her return as opposed to that deviant we've been saddled with, having an ounce of control. Even his thinking is too low-brow for the likes of me and I wouldn't trust him around any woman, even Mehek Sharma."

Silently Rajiv got into the passenger side. He immediately reached for his seatbelt, dazed; albeit pleasantly by the younger man's adjusted thinking.

"Bhai, under the circumstances, I think it would be best that you make the initial contact. I have no doubt that I will remain persona non-grata for the foreseeable future with Mehek and her family. If anyone stands the chance of her agreeing to this, it would be you. But if you are not successful, I won't be overly upset either. It will probably be for the best to let sleeping dogs lie, don't you think?"

"Ji."

Shaurya nodded to acknowledge his response and put the vehicle in reverse and out of the bay. When they finally exited onto the street, to head back to their offices, he finally spoke again.

"How is she doing anyway? Is she keeping well? I mean, I expect you have kept in touch with her since the finale, right?"

Rajiv didn't even bother to refute the suggestion. "Actually, she's doing well; rather well as I understand," he candidly answered Shaurya, a contented smile on his face; one that immediately had his partner intrigued.

"Aacha? That well huh?"

"That well," Rajiv concurred without further explanation, as he immediately turned the conversation to the next pressing issue they had to tend to.

**********

**Ping**

...Shaurya before we start. I need to issue a raincheck on our chat later. Sorry.

...Longer work day than usual, Dost? Your mystery assignment reaching a critical state?

...Ji, yes the final push. I'll be presenting to the higher ups today You can expect to see some samples of what I've been up to. I'll be posting some pictures later today. I'm rather proud of what I've come up with. But then I have some errands to take care of after work.

Whereas he should be commenting on what she had disclosed on her work; something it looked as if she was about ready to disclose to him, instead Shaurya's misgivings immediately rose on reading her last sentence. As if they had a mind of their own, automatically his fingers flew over the keyboard.

...Errands that will keep you out so long that there is no time to chat at all?

He waited, on edge, for a confirmation of what he suspected; wondering if she would come clean with him.

...Being treated to a meal this evening, so not sure when exactly I will be in, that's all.

...I see.

... Well, have a good outing, we will chat when you are next available.

He knew. Even though she hadn't typed the words, Mehek could tell that he understood exactly with whom she was dining tonight. Mehek sat there with her eyes closed, willing herself to remember that this was Shaurya Khanna she was chatting with, not her KK, so there it was no just cause for this irrational sense of guilt that she was feeling.

"Bas, Mehek, stop being so silly," she chided herself. "The man wouldn't give two figs who you were sleeping with, let alone who you have agreed to have dinner with, if he really knew who you really were." She pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead "He Bhagwan, now he has me talking to myself."

She turned back to her keyboard.

... I need to stock up on some groceries, and Malik is available to take me this evening. It made sense that we arrange to grab a bite to eat at the same time. Just in case we are running late. I'm not even dressing for the occasion, going straight from work.

...Chef Malik

...Haan Chef Malik, and I...two co-workers grabbing a quick meal after work. Come on, can you say you've never...at the very least you and Rajiv Sir would have had dinner together after a busy day.

...Haan, but neither Rajiv bhai or I were interested in the other to the point that you would have to question the ulterior motives behind the suggestion. I cannot imagine you are that naive not to grasp that the man is sweet on you, MS. I can only assume that your agreement reflects your willingness accept his advances. My advices obviously mean nothing to you.

Mehek's mouth dropped open in shock at the condemning tone of his note. He was certifiably crazy.

...Shaurya, you don't know me. There is no rational reason for you to feel this way.

A brush-off if he ever read one, Shaurya thought.

...You are right MS; absolutely right...evidently, I don't know you at all.

He sent his message and then immediately logged off, slamming shut his laptop in the process

**********

Familiar with her backstory of how she found comfort from her worries in the kitchen, Chef Malik watched from across the room as Mehek worked in the test kitchen, surrounded by the cornucopia of plated dishes she already had completed for the final tasting session.

She was humming; loudly...Janam Janam from SRK's movie Diwale if he wasn't mistaken.

He moved his attention back to the dishes, easily recognizing those that she had run by him as possibilities for today, but if he was not mistaken, there were one or two variations there as well. She had, he had been advised, arrived here a lot earlier then she had been expected to this morning. Judging by the results of her endeavors, she was either in an industrious mood, or exceedingly disturbed today. He hated to think that it was the latter and approached her to see if he could decipher what was going on with the young cook. Assailed by the delectable aromas as he reached her station, he appreciated, that whatever the reason behind her industry, everyone who would partake of her food was in for a treat today. But so much, he thought as he got a true view of her work space.

"I don't think the intention was you for to feed the entire theme park today, Chef Mehek."

His heart stuttered a bit, when she turned to him, as easy smile on her face.

"Namaste, Chef Malik," she responded. "How are you this morning?" She waited as the senior chef evaluated the plates at her station.

"Intrigued to say the least," he finally responded. He selected one many of the disposable tappas size plates holding the laddoo trio. "May I," he queried.

"Please do. As you say, there is plenty."

She stopped her work, not due to any concern, but because this was her absolute favorite reward; the chance to view someone enjoying her preparations. Of course, this was slightly different as the professional dissected the three specialty confections: taste not being the only context by which they were to be judged. He finished the dish and without commentary moved to the next sample plate.

"The same flavor profiles in a different form," Mehek explained. The sesame seed peanut has been transformed into a nut brittle; the jackfruit laddoo now in form of a custard with a caramelized jaggery crust, and finally the halwa coconut ladoo presented as a hlawa mousse topped with whipped cream and toasted coconut."

Chef Malik finished the three innovative desserts and offered a smile, schooling his true reactions, but already anticipating the feedbacks the plates would garner later from those who had more clout than he. Without doubt they were in possession of a gem in the form of the young cook. The corporation would be fools to let her go after her contract was up.

"Very nice, and your savory options, Chef Mehek?"

********

She ended up creating a bit of mess for herself: in an entirely good way though, with the variety of desserts she had prepared causing some debate whether to offer the traditional sweet at the kiosk or to supplant them with the alternatives she had created on a whim that morning. After much discussion, tradition won out, but she was still rewarded with both the sweet carrot mousse and jackfruit custard chosen to be showcased at Saana, at the insistence of Chef Malik. Additionally, the four cooking workshops that had now been fixed into her schedule would now include at least one of them. In hindsight, Mehek was glad that hadn't the time to explore other options than the two karela snacks she had come up, which too were immediate hits.

Now all that was left was to await Chef Malik to finish his own work, leaving Mehek, finally for the first time during her day, the opportunity to log online. She hadn't even the chance to send the images that she had promised this morning before their chat abruptly ended. Mehek frowned, recalling the circumstances behind it and wondering if it would just be a waste of her time now to even send the photos she had collated this morning. Did she even want to, as technically it would be outside the scope of what they were supposed to be doing? Or had she, through their recent playful back and forth banter with Shaurya, already made her choice to establish or was it re-establish a friendship with the man she had come to know online. And what about that; the fact that he had flown off the handle over the simple fact that she was having dinner with a friend? Shaurya's reaction had been absurd, and yet true to his character as well. Which meant what exactly? Was he attracted to her or just greedy over his online friend?

"Now this is all wrong, especially after your success today, Mehek."

Startled out her thoughts when she was addressed, Mehek looked up to find the man she was awaiting standing in front of her.

"Smile, Mehek."

She did so wanly.

"Hmm, I would say that you have come down from the euphoria that today has brought. Our dinner will be just the pick you up you need," he offered.

"Um, Chef Malik about that, perhaps another night may be bett..."

"Nahi, nahi, no excuses Mehek Sharma," the always jovial man insisted. "And, we're off the clock now, so it just Malik. Chalo, the dining experience I am offering is just what the chef calls for, but in concession, I promise we can make it quick if you wish. Just trust me in this Mehek," he asked offering her his hand, determined that he wouldn't take a no from her today.

*********

Grimacing, Shaurya limped back to his bedroom. If he had come face to face with their landscaper, he would have fired the man on the spot for the divot in the lawn that had gone unseen in the predawn hours, that had resulted in the sprained ankle he was sure he had suffered. He supposed it was what he deserved for deciding a run in the dark would be the just the thing to distract his mind from the notion that MS was most likely sitting across a candlelit table from some bloody overly-aggressive American. Chef f**king Malik: he hoped for the man's sake he knew his limits as it pertained to her. If he didn't, he would soon learn, Shaurya muttered to himself as he hobbled over to his computer.

The idea had come to him just before he had stepped into the hole that was the source of the pain he was in now. Just because he had promised MS that he wouldn't seek her out, did not mean that he was prevented from checking into anyone-else. Google search was a wonderful thing, even with the limited information he had. And if the well-being of a friend wasn't a good enough reason to investigate someone who was interested in her, then nothing was.

Chef Malik, Orlando Florida, he typed.

Chapter#21

His taut lips thinned even more as Rajeev concentrated on the image on the monitor. He paused the video, before reversing it once more, and just to confirm what he suspected was real, adjusted the playback feed. The sequence ran in slow motion, and when it reached the point he was interested in, he paused it. On the larger monitor, as opposed to his laptop screen, he could clearly determine, that right at this moment, something had occurred that had greatly affected Mehek. Exactly after Uday had followed her out of her dressing room, and had leaned down to her, presumably saying something that had caused the young woman to stand shock-still while the man had brushed past her. In reaction, she had covered her mouth and dashed out of sight of the camera: back into the confines of her dressing-room. He jotted the time that the DVR had logged and then let it run again at normal speed. The camera that monitored the area just outside the dressing-room had recorded no further comings or goings until, minutes before shooting would begin, Mehek exited. He was unable to discern any clear expression, from the slightly grainy film, as Mehek, her head hung low, passed through the area the camera covered, but Rajiv could not help but reflect on how subdued she had been when he had first seen her.

He had been right to have stopped by the studio after he had left the launch the night before. Even luckier was that, with the right enticement, that the security-guard had bypassed standard procedure and had downloaded the day's taping of the camera that monitored the area just outside dressing room #3 on to a flash drive for him. It was the best that security could provide, the man had advised, as due to privacy regulations they were prevented from taping inside the greenrooms themselves. But what Rajiv had seen was more than enough: telling and frankly infuriating. Unbeknownst to them, everything he and Shaurya had strived to avoid had been circumvented in one fell swoop. Uday had struck at the opportune time, with something that had shattered the young chef in an instant; that was more than clear.

Rajiv leaned back in his seat and pressed his finger-tips together as he contemplated what could have shaken the woman so. And more to the point, how it all tied back to Shaurya. He suspected that more facts could be sourced from the security tapes, and thought, there would be no better time than now to go and make a formal request for the recordings. Barring any delays, there stood a good chance that he would have them in hand by the end of the day, and then he would advise Shaurya of the situation and present this evidence. Nothing would convince him that the recently changed man, would have purposively done something to hurt Mehek.

A baffled expression suddenly crossed his face and he stole a glance at the wall clock, as he realized that his business partner had yet to make an appearance in the office. Confused, considering their full schedule, Rajeev stood and grabbed his coffee mug. Surely Hina would know the whereabouts of her boss, so it made sense to seek her out to ask. At the same time, he mused, hopefully he would be able to cajole a cup of the delicious brew the PA was known for, which would be a vast improvement over the acrid cup of coffee he had prepared for himself when he had arrived at the office in the pre-dawn hour.

*********

"An emergency meeting and press conference? Nahi Hina, I have no idea what you are talking about."

Rajiv stared at the PA as if she had grown a second head. Granted he had been occupied with the work he was doing, but he had had no communication with Shaurya either via telephone or email on the matter that she was intimating. He was saved from asking the reason for the unorthodox action, when she handed him a copy the daily newspaper. The headline she had presented face-up, was an eye-catching lead in into what could only be termed a salacious article that would not bode well for neither the subjects of the reporting, nor for the show.

"The press conference is to be held at the television station, in about twenty minutes, Rajiv Sir. You will have to leave right away, if you stand any chance of catching it before it begins."

He hurried back to his office to collect his things so that he could make the short trek to the television station. Retrieving his mobile off the desk, he took half a minute to reconfirm that in fact no message of any sort had been sent by Shaurya. That none had, served to impress how quickly this the damage-control plan had been activated. He scanned the table top before remembering where he had left them, and then extracted his car keys from one of its drawers, and then hurried out of the office with them in hand. He would be cutting it close given the busy traffic he could anticipate. Approaching Hina's work station he needlessly called for the PA to cancel any meetings they had scheduled for this morning.

"I'm sorry miss, Mr. Khanna is not available this morning, and I cannot be certain when to expect him."

Rajiv overheard the sincere response to someone who had made it past the reception area to the PA's office.

"And I'm telling you, that I know he's here, so just call him out here, before I ..."

"Nehal?"

The enraged young woman turned on hearing her name called. A determined expression on her face, she started for the man who had addressed her, believing if he was there, then so too was his business partner.

"I'm about to really lose my patience here Sir, so go back and tell Shaurya to come and meet me now, or he will see exactly what I can do. I will trash this entire office before I go and then I will call this same reporter, and tell him exactly what sort of man Shaurya Khanna is."

"Nehal, calm down," the young woman who accompanied her implored. She grabbed her friend's flailing arm, in which the she held the same periodical Rajiv had been shown minutes ago

"Nahi Sonal, I won't. Not after what he's done to Di."

His ears perked up, and immediately he sought to appease Mehek's younger sister, who from the sounds of it, had some information that would aid him this morning. He smiled gently. "Perhaps there's something I can help you with. If you just come into my office..."

"Ji and then what, Shaurya sneaks out past us while we're distracted? Nahi, I don't trust him... nor anyone who works here," she answered, sliding a glance back at Shaurya's assistant. "Call him out now."

Rajiv smiled and began speaking calmly to Nehal, "Hina is telling the truth; Shaurya is not in the office. I'm afraid I'm the best you can do for the moment."

The impotence of the situation exploded when Nehal finally understood that she would get neither the satisfaction of confronting the man who had hurt her sister so badly, nor the answers for the same. Worst of all though was the nonchalance that everyone here had been treating the situation with. She just lost it.

"Thik hai, Sir, if you have the answers and can speak for him, then tell me why Shaurya Khanna has cheated my sister." She thrust the newspaper in his direction. "Explain the very good reason why that man was getting Di drunk and kissing her two nights ago when he knew he was practically engaged? How far would he have gone with her if she hadn't caught him at his game?"

"Oh my God!"

The exclamation from the usually unflappable Hina, parroted the real shock Rajiv felt on Nehal's divulgence. Only Sonal's retort gave him the hope that Nehal's words were not as inflammatory as they seemed.

"Stop saying that Nehal, I told you that's not what happened." She stared at the man that they hoped would shed some light on her beloved friend absconding from home, for what looked to be an indefinite period. "Well not exactly, anyway."

Rajiv pursed his lips: providence had determined that rather than attending the press conference, that the greater need was that he remained here. "Nehal, Sonal please follow me. I really think we need to talk."

***********

"Vultures: circling for the kill, Shaurya thought as he took his seat the table and looked out at the press who had gathered for the official response that from the ISC executives. It was most likely a complete waste of time, as the journalists would, in all likelihood, believe their own interpretations of the situation, and run with that. However, the farce of an event had been dictated by those higher than him, and it was easier to submit to the command, and just get it all over with so that he could attend to more important matters. The foreboding inside him would grow, he knew, with every hour that passed without him getting in touch with MS. With it only being mid-morning locally, he recognized that he now had the time difference on his side, but it would have only take one click on a search engine, before retiring last night, for MS to have pulled up the sordid report connecting him and Esha. He wanted to believe that he had been lucky, and that she hadn't, but it would still be better that she heard about all of this from him directly as opposed to via the gossip links which were gathering speed as the story spread more across cyber-space with every passing hour.

To one side sat the show's director and on the other: Uday, who Shaurya still felt reservations about despite his overt show of dismay this morning. That he be the manufacturer of the gossip, was still within the realm of possibility, and although Shaurya had not openly accused him, the producer had to have realized that he would see him a prime suspect under the circumstances. Still not even this mattered now. This was just a means to an end for Shaurya. His cool demeanor belied the true scope of emotions he felt as he earnestly waited the much-desired notification from the mobile resting in his inner-breast pocket. It was a hell of a time to realize that when it came down to the crunch that he didn't give a damn about ICS, especially if it caused him what had come to mean the most to him now.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if we can begin. Thank you for coming..."

****************

The statement was standard issue: an official disavowal of any connection between the principal of the show and the young contestant spurred on by the unfortunate incident that occurred during the filming of the second episode of the show. This had precipitated the young woman's public outburst that had formed the basis for the conjecture that was now being taken as fact.

Listening, Rajiv turn to study the two women who were watching the live conference with him. Understandably, much as their attitude had exposed on arrival, Nehal sneered in disgust as she listened to Shaurya, while Sonal seemed more reflective in nature. The pair had just begun to provide more information, detailing Mehek's happiness this past week which they firmly attributed to Shaurya, when Hina had come in with drinks for all of them, and then had turned on the cabin's TV so that they could watch the proceedings as they happened. However, the real interest would come when the floor was opened for questions.

****************

At six AM Orlando time, Mehek finally closed the door and locked it behind Malik. It had taken her insistence that she was fine now, and agreeing to meet him the next day, that finally convinced her co-worker to leave her once they had made it back to her suite. She had thanked him for everything, and promised that she would spend the day resting and would order room service today. She had even managed a laugh when he informed her that he would resort to using his clout and checking with the hotel's food & beverage department to determine if she had, but ultimately, he had accepted her smile and hug and left.

She had freshened up, changing into some pjs and made her telephone call for something light to eat, before she would decide what next to do. Not quite up to the phone call home she had to make, she had logged on hoping that an email to her family would suffice for now. Not unexpectedly, she had found series of messages from both Sonal and Nehal, who were quite upset over her sudden departure. She felt awful for their pain at her decision, but hoped that one day they would understand. Still, she did not expect to receive what both girls had independently sent her, apprising her of the activities of the man they knew to be the cause of her leaving.

**********

"Shaurya Saab, you cannot deny that the first season of ISC was notorious for its drama quotient. How are we not to think that this isn't another ploy to bring attention to the new season? After all you have managed to get all of us here and have our full attention..."

"Season one is something that I consider a lesson learnt, and something we have moved and have strived to improve on. As noted from the ratings of our first episode, the show has been well received,so there is no need to resort to underhanded acts, undermining anyone's reputation. The quality of the show and this season's contestants speak for themselves and will continue to do so. Suffice to say there is no reason to manufacture any drama. To suggest such is ridiculous."

"Everyone noticed the absence of Mehek Sharma at last night's launch. Is there any truth that she did not show up due to the discovery of your association with your contestant?"

"Again, here we go with the speculation of a nature that has brought us to where we are today. Unfortunately, Mehek fell ill at the last moment and was unable to attend our function last night. Naturally everyone was disappointed by this, but of course her health should be paramount to anything else. We hope that she recovers very soon."

"So, there is no merit to the report that you spent the evening with Mehek Sharma earlier this week then, Shaurya?"

"Ms. Sharma and I did dine earlier in the week, although I have no idea why this would be newsworthy. Surely everyone here has shared a friendly meal with a colleague."

"Can you speak to the rumor that your family is now in negotiations for an alliance between you and Esha?"

"Frankly I wouldn't be surprised if they were. I'm sure at least everyone here can attest to an overzealous family attempting to fix our marriages as soon as we become of a suitable age. Speaking for myself, I can only say that such intentions would be met with failure due to other commitments of mine."

"Considering the controversy, have you asked Esha to withdraw from the competition?"

"That hasn't even been a consideration. Esha has nothing wrong other than express herself, albeit rather publicly, over an issue that any young woman would find concerning. It would be wrong to even think on those lines and ask her to leave. The competition would suffer if we even give in to such an idea."

"How then, is the viewing audience to believe that the show is not fixed, and that any success Esha meets is legitimate and not due to your association?

"For clarity, there is no, nor has there ever been any association of a personal nature between Esha and I. Therefore, there is no issue, however, I am more than willing to remove myself from the show to remove any doubts. Ultimately, India's Super Cook is a platform for the competitors; not for Shaurya Khanna. Especially in this case I would have no issue with stepping aside to allow season two's competitors an equitable chance to succeed."

"Shaurya Sir, one final question. You have suggested that you have made a commitment to someone. I'm certain that this news has not been well received. Would it be correct to state that at least one reason for this press conference is personal: for the sake of your relationship?"

"Absolutely. I would rather that there had been no misunderstandings at all, but I am not above calling an audience before the whole world if that is what it would take to let her know that her faith in me is not wasted. In knowing my truth, that my dost, comprehends that no-one can supersede her place in my life."

**********

He hadn't even hesitated; had spoken these words as if they were an oath to his love. And Mehek couldn't help but weep again, as she reached to stop the video and exit out of the link. He was the master of all liars she thought, as she logged in to Facebook.

**********

With the makings of a raging headache, Rajiv returned to the office.

He had spent hour by hour, gathering snippets of information from a variety of sources, but none that he could piece together to come to some rational conclusion. Or at least one in which Shaurya was not the culprit. The only constant in all of those he encountered today was that most them believed Mehek to have been a victim of some machination of his business partner. From the young woman's kin to the head chef and most of the staff at White Chilies, Rajiv had met with complaint upon complaint about the man. With everyone he had spoken to attesting to the fact that if any connection had been made between two people, it was one between Mehek and Shaurya, Rajiv had begrudgingly started to believe that whether by design, which he would hate to think was the case, or by sending mixed signals, Shaurya may indeed have played some role in the woman's agony.

He smiled at Hina, who although on her telephone waved him over before he could pass her desk. As he waited for the PA to conclude her phone call, he was drawn to her screensaver and the sunset view of a body of water that looked like an oasis of peacefulness. It looked familiar to Rajiv's cluttered mind, and somewhere he wouldn't mind being right now. Perhaps once everything was resolved, he would book some vacation leave, he thought. His attention went back to the PA when she disconnected her call.

"Thank goodness you're back. Shaurya has returned and is fit to be tied. He's now asking for you every five minutes now. He's in his office."

Rajiv had intentionally ignored his mobile as he had gone about his fact-finding today, so he wasn't surprised. "He's that bad, is he?"

"The worst I've ever seen him in some time actually," Hina replied.

Rajiv nodded. "Thik hai, let me see what I can do to appease him. Perhaps if you aren't too overloaded, you can do something for me though in return?" He indicated with his thumb to her computer monitor. "Book me a couple of weeks wherever that is. Mayhap, even yourself some time there too. Something tells me we are both going to need a vacation soon."

He earned a small smile from the PA. "I'll gladly take the leave, but I think I will bypass the destination if that's okay, particularly since Shaurya plans on going there, once I determine exactly where it is, that is," she added under her breath.

Before Rajiv could question her further, Hina's phone rang again. "It's him again," she whispered. "Haan Shaurya Sir, he's just arrived, he's coming now."

***********

He was pacing, and didn't see his partner when he first entered the office, but when he did, Shaurya, without preamble approached Rajiv.

"Ms. Sharma, provided she's feeling better, I need you to schedule a meeting with her. I don't care whatever it takes, but I need to get her under contract for the remainder of the season of ICS. Whatever it takes cost-wise; schedule-wise, I'm willing to offer. She's the only one I can trust to take my spot on the judging panel. Obviously, I would expect you to take over the main hosting duties Bhai, but she is the only person I know who will be able to handle this. I need you to make this happen Bhai, as soon as possible, as I anticipate not having much notice before I have to leave."

"Leave...leave for where? Shaurya, what are you talking about?"

In response, the man swung his laptop around to face Rajiv. It spoke to the desperate state he was in, that he would allow anyone to be privy to what Rajiv was now reading.

...You lie so convincingly Shaurya, if nothing else you are quite credible when the camera is on you.

...Dost...jaan I have been absolutely truthful. You've seen the tape so you had to have understood.

...I expect any number of girls would be quite flattered. You have come across as quite the hero. Thank God, I know better.

...MS, don't. I know you have seen my earlier messages. You have my telephone number now. Please call me so we can talk this through. Give me the chance to explain.

...More than you already have Shaurya. No thanks. Where there is smoke, there is fire. Unless this doesn't apply to you either KK: so many things do not it appears.

...Goodbye Shaurya.

Rajiv looked up from the screen. The troubles he thought would be the only ones Shaurya would be contend were just the tip of the iceberg. "Shaurya..."

"I can't lose her over this, Bhai. I must go to her as soon as I can. I just need you to get Ms. Sharma to help me out. Please convince her."

Rajiv was at a loss for words, as slowly the synapses began firing in his head. This couldn't be he thought.

"Bhai, are you listening?"

"Haan, Shaurya. Uh where exactly are you travelling to?"

"America...Florida: I will know exactly where, once Hina works her magic for me."

Chapter22

Chapter #7

He had at last managed to uncover one thing about his online friend. Or perhaps it was just a confirmation of what he had inherently known already.

It had been patently obvious that she was utterly innocent to the ways of men, when after a lapse of a few minutes, MS had returned to type that she had easily talked her way out of her luncheon appointment. The very fact that she had been able to, told Shaurya everything he needed to know about this new acquaintance of hers. Had the true purpose of their meeting been purely professional, there would have been at the very least a greater push back from this chef who had overnight, become her mentor of sorts; at least in her mind, he had. Chef Malik: already, without knowing anything more about the man other than what MS had disclosed, Shaurya was dubious of the man's intentions. They reeked of a personal interest in MS, which had been substantiated by the lack of professionalism the man had displayed. Business was business, and in no way would a junior cook be dictating any process so early in the game. Now that his eyes had been opened by Rajiv's analogy, he was more worried than ever for his friend, who had typed her praise of the senior chef for not holding her to their prior commitment. In absentia, the man had managed to make further inroads in his dealings with her. And she had no clue. This wouldn't do at all.

...Shaurya, can I ask you why you wished me to be careful of behavior, that you yourself have been guilty of?

He couldn't deny her presumption, to her or to himself. Not any longer: not after today. Not when it was as if the scales had fallen off his eyes, and finally could he recognize the untowardness of his conduct. Still, he had to search for the right words with which to answer.

Sitting at her laptop waiting, Mehek wondered if she had pushed too far; too soon.

...I'm not perfect, but neither is it the norm for me to treat women the way I did her. I did so, purely to press an advantage and because I felt, if anybody, she, in particular, deserved a comeuppance. But until someone brought it to my attention that the same behavior could be perpetrated against someone who matters, only then it proved problematic.

So, she had been the topic of discussion; or at the very least, his behavior towards her had. And that too in conjunction with a disagreement concerning the next season of his show. Interesting. She had done right by crying off from her lunch. Had she not, in all likelihood, she would never have come to know any of this. Putting the pieces of information together, she imagined that it could only have been Rajiv Sir who had thrown the fallout of his tawdry deeds back at him; only someone close to Shaurya could do so that would have such an effect on him. Briefly she wondered if this meant that Sir was also aware of his business partner's online friend as well, but figured this to be inconsequential in light of the breakthrough that had Shaurya Khanna reeling.

...So I, a virtual stranger, matter, but Mehek Sharma someone you actually came to know did not? Even if you hate everything about her, your humanity should have made you realize that everyone matters: that dignity and respect should be a given. There is something wrong with your thinking, especially since you needed someone to tell you this.

...Like I said I'm not perfect. However, I can attest neither is Mehek Sharma.

It took everything not to defend herself, and Mehek suspected that he probably had begun to wonder about her prolonged silence.

...I may never care for her, but in all likelihood, she probably didn't deserve everything that I did.

Still bristling over his previous note, Mehek scoffed aloud, and shook her head contemptuously, on reading his latest concessionary message. Oh really, she thought: his choice of words jumping out at her and sticking in her craw. In her mind, it felt that he was leaving himself an out; that deep down he may actually still believe some of his actions justified.

Or maybe, she contemplated, maybe it was her being unreasonable now. Perhaps she had been expecting entirely too much from the cold man Shaurya Khanna was.

...But for certain, I would want to kill someone for doing the same to you. Which doesn't make sense.

...I don't know, maybe being my mother's only child, is my reason for my inability to empathize the way siblings learn to do.

...Aacha, so are you saying that recognizing that you would have issue with such happening to me is your way of saying that you see me as a sibling: a little sister? Is this my cue to start calling you bhaiyaa? Should I start fashioning a rakhi now to gift you should we ever meet, Shaurya?

His response was swift, and to the point.

...Like Hell. I am not your bhai. Nor do I ever expect to be categorized as such, MS. Save that rakhi crap for your chef friend, not me.

Instantly, Mehek regretted deliberately baiting him out of spite. He was obviously at an impasse in trying to reason out his own behavior. Being dismissive and throwing up these roadblocks to his ruminations would not help.

...I'm sorry, that wasn't called for. Thik hai, let's back up, and start again. For real this time. I will try to keep my passive aggressive comments to a minimum, and you can tell me what you need from me.

Shaurya shut his eyes in relief. By admitting her deliberate combativeness, MS had assured him that she really didn't mean what she had written. Yes, she was feisty: but hardly oblivious. He remained certain he hadn't misread the signs earlier, and that she had felt the same attraction as he: before he had chosen to disclose his identity, that is. Instead, she was lashing out in the only way she could. It was astonishing, he thought, that he could figure her out easier than he could himself. And now he would do anything necessary to get them back where they once on the same page.

...Bolo Shaurya, what do you require of me?

...Nothing MS, besides your ear: for you to be my sounding board. After that, everything else will be up to you, and what you feel you need to be assured. While I envision that anything I disclose, may be interpreted as an excuse, I believe that in having the power to know all there is about Shaurya Khanna, only then you will be able to make whatever decision you feel you must.

... I don't understand.

... It has occurred to me that the easiest way to achieve what you have asked of me, is simply to give you the means by which to do so. Which means relinquishing what I hold most dear to me. I'm offering you full autonomy, MS. I'm opening my life up to you in its entirety with the promise of candid answers to all and any questions you need answering. Basically, you will be in complete control in discovering the real Shaurya Khanna.

...The same control that is everything to you; that the loss of brings out the worst in you - you are willing to give that up? Impossible.

...Haan MS, I am. But in this instance, I'm counting on the rewards to outweigh the disadvantages, and will make every attempt to ignore the fact that this is probably the craziest thing I have ever considered doing.

...This doesn't make sense, never mind how insane it is, you do understand how risky it is to open yourself up to a total stranger. If you adhere to even a portion of this, you risk someone you don't know being privy to any number of your secrets...

...And yet not to will have us remaining just that - strangers. And to bring an end to this I'm willing place my trust in you Dost. So, that's my offer. Shaurya Khanna: the untold story is yours for the taking, no caveats attached. Shall we begin?

He was mad, but if this was the way he wished to proceed, then so be it.

She decided on something that was uncommon knowledge, yet easily verifiable. Hoping that she had presented it in such a fashion that he would not suspect the inside information she already had, Mehek had also given him the opportunity to answer her at a later time, just to see how willing he really was. From this one response, she hoped to know the level of Shaurya Khanna's sincerity for this task.

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Standing in front of the mirror, Shaurya adjusted the knot of his tie, before pausing to study his reflection, pondering if the change he felt would be exhibited in the glass this morning. He smiled, when his phone pinged again.

The last few days had proven an eye opener. Torn between relief of whether MS would even take him up on his offer, and the worry that her discoveries would show him up as a defective man she wanted no parts of, he had held his breath, waiting for her next step after he had laid his offer before her.

When finally the question had come, he had released a breath and after reading it, resolutely unleashed the memories he had kept inside him; those that had provided the building blocks for the man he had become.

...You confess to lacking empathy for others, something you attribute being an only child. Does this mean you were the sole center of your parents' world and spoilt rotten ? Was yours a happy childhood Shaurya?

...I was the center of Mama's world and that's all that mattered to me then. For as long as I had Mama's love, my world was fine.

... And your father too?

... Nahi, he had no time for me, nor Mama for that matter. He was too busy loving himself and the opportunities he could make for himself. He took advantage of his position: marrying the only daughter of his employer and easily moving on to the better life it afforded him. Oh, he would come slumming and make an appearance now and then when he recalled his wife and child, but neither Mama or I benefited from his visits. Only him, and then before we knew it he would be gone again. The only good to come from being his son, was that when Mama was no more, that Mom and my new grandparents were there to accept me and pick up the pieces. That and the opportunity for me to rise above the hardship of a lower-class life.

...But it wasn't always hardship when you were with your Mama that you remember Shaurya; you said it yourself. At one time the love you had for each other was enough, right?

...Haan, but there was hopelessness, as well. Helplessness far too overwhelming for a young child who had no way to influence what was happening around and to him.

...And, I suspect, the beginning of your insatiable need to be in control; because you had none then. Am I right, Shaurya?

Shaurya read and then re-read that last sentence .That she had pinpointed something he had never taken the time to consider, had him wondering why they were even going through the paces of this exercise, when she knew him already.

... Haan, I would have to say you are right.

She had gone silent then, to the point that he had checked to make sure she hadn't signed off. Finally, he hadn't been able to stand it anymore.

...MS?

...I'm still here, just thinking. I think I should let you go now, it's getting late over there, and I expect you have a busy schedule tomorrow.

Shauryia frowned at what felt like a curt dismissal.

...I would definitely like to chat some more, though. I concede, that there may be far more to you than meets the eye Shaurya Khanna.

...I'm available whenever you are Dost, but you are right on both fronts: it is late, and I have a full schedule tomorrow.

...I guess that settles it then. Good Night Shaurya.

...MS, one thing before I go.

...Bolo

...As a whole, workplace romances in the US are generally frowned upon; I just wanted you to keep that in mind in the days ahead.

... What?

...Good Night Dost.

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That had constituted the first of a series of chats that they had had. Although still holding her cards close to her chest, MS was methodically working through his childhood; pushing him to disclose even the tiniest, what he imagined, the most insignificant of details. Things he hadn't considered in years, he was now relaying, and in doing so, finally grasping how the incidents of his youth had molded him. It wasn't an easy process, and although he hadn't admitted it yet, it wasn't only she who was on a learning curve to understand his inner-workings. Penning everything down and seeing in on the screen of his laptop or on his mobile this morning, made it all seem that much more real: more relevant. His relationship with his father, had particularly been an agonizing dialog, with MS insistently demanding much from him in this regard, and still he had no clue how she felt about what she was learning. He could only take solace in that they were still at it.

***Ping***

And then there was this.

Shaurya fastened his jacket, and picked up his mobile. MS would be signing off, with it now time for her to retire, and he off to the office, but first would be the final pearl of wisdom totally unrelated to their exercise, but still in his eyes incredibly important.

...The company does very stringent background checks. The fact that he has made it through HR vetting proves he is a decent guy.

This was a good one, Shaurya admitted: a very good counter to his last excuse to discourage her from even contemplating anything more than a professional relationship with her colleague. What had begun on a serious note, had somehow evolved to their own running joke, at least on her end. He meant every word he typed why fostering a connection with the infamous Chef Malik would be a doomed effort. He only hoped it would be enough when the man finally worked up the nerve to actually ask her out. Actually Shaurya expected it to be very soon. He would definitely need to come up with the consummate excuse in the near future, one MS could not dismiss.

...Have a good day, Shaurya.

...Sweet Dreams, Dost.

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