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

Discovering the Magic

Prologue:

Well hello Stranger; long time no chat.

Mehek sighed her relief that KK had even acknowledged the tentative message she had sent a minute earlier. With all of chaos of the past few months, she hadn't been able to sustain a fraction of the communication that their online friendship needed to maintain itself. She fully expected that the magical connection that they had initially developed was gone, and that her greeting would be ignored. You see, as her time focusing on India's Super Cook had increased, conversely, so had their online chats waned. What had begun and developed in such a lovely fashion had dwindled to practically nonexistent: a quick greeting or a liking of something the other had posted. And then that even went on hiatus. For her part, she had been so busy, not to mention distracted by her interactions with that brute who called himself Shaurya Khanna. Most nights it was all she could do to crawl into her bed after the stresses of the day. Without a doubt, she had been the worst of friends.

But then she thought about it...KK hadn't exactly kept up his end of the relationship either. Moreover, now that she thought more on it, she couldn't recall exactly when she had last heard from him either. Piqued, her fingers flew over her keyboard.

I could very well say the same for you.

Without thinking she hit send.

Receiving the message Shaurya smiled to himself. MS was absolutely right, so he couldn't exactly fault her for her indignant retort. Suddenly another message came through, even before he could type the apology she probably deserved.

I'm sorry, that was rude and I probably shouldn't have typed that. How have you been?

Now: well he was on cloud nine actually. Everything had gone right culminating in the last appointment he had to keep in an hour's time, after which he would finish up for the day. In exactly one hour from now, he would sign off on a 5 year renewal of India's Super Cook with the network. It was the apt reward for the high ratings the show had garnered in this rotation, and specifically for him having to deal with that woman; her family and their low-class way of life for both the duration of the production of his reality competition, and even beyond, he sourly contemplated, recalling their interference in his personal life. While he could never discount her talent, proven by the final result at the show's spectacular finale, he could honestly say that he was glad to see the last of that woman. Life beyond her: life without Mehek Sharma would be so ...

Shaurya lost his train of thought, when he found he couldn't conclude the sentence. What exactly would life be like without the whirlwind that surrounded his personal TRP producer?

KK, I need you.

Well that was an attention grabber.

Ah...????

Let me start from the beginning or better yet at the end. I'm leaving India for America in a few days.

Shaurya felt his stomach drop. What did she mean; what had been going on with her since the last time they had been in contact?

The most...fantastic opportunity has come about: one I couldn't say no to, but...

Shaurya typed furiously, ignoring the message he had just received.

MS, your family hasn't fixed an alliance for you, have they; is this the reason why you haven't been in touch?

He waited her answer, with an insatiable sense of dread that he himself did not understand .

Um...Well...that's not what I meant

He drew in a sharp breath , and scanned back up to her previous message. He exhaled and then panned down to the current one.

Well actually, despite the fact that there may have been times of late that the idea of marriage may have been the preferable option to what I have been dealing with: nahi. This is something entirely different. I will be gone for a few months, but there is the definite possibility of the chance that the move may become more permanent. I'm happy for the chance, for the recognition, and my family is so proud, but I'm scared too. And I know that I will be missing home so much. It's going to be so different: amazing but still different. And I'm sure a bit lonely at times, well a lot actually, so I was wondering...if you don't mind...

Mehek cringed, having hit send before she could finish the rambling text.

So no arranged marriage, that was good, Shaurya thought , thinking of his special friend. For some reason the idea just didn't sit well with him: a waste actually. However it did sound as she had been afforded a fantastic opportunity to travel which for some young women was a rarity. He was glad too that it seemed she had her family's support, which sometimes was not the norm in some traditional familial relations.

Congratulations, it sounds as if you are being rewarded for your hard work - or am I just assuming that, and in actuality, you are just off on a prolonged vacation? Either way I am glad you would include me among those you want to keep in touch with. So tell: When, Where and for how long?

Shaurya checked the time, he would need to leave soon to sign the contract with the network at the appointed hour, but he felt it important not to leave his online friend unassured of his support.

Her response was a lot more succinct than her earlier message:

Three days from today: Florida: initially for 4 months.

Mehek broke out in a smile when his answer came:

The Sunshine State...nice. ..This sounds exciting indeed. You can count on me MS. I'll be here whenever you need me. Looking forward to hearing all about it, but I have to go now. But trust me, I will definitely be in touch. TTL - KK

Chapter1

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Chapter#2

Shaurya had shaken the talk-show's producer's hand; thanking him for the confirmation of the details he had suspected. When the man was out of sight, he let his feelings on the matter show. He was more than disgusted with himself over the fact that he had gotten all worked up for nothing. Really, what more should he have expected from someone like her? "No ethics: work or otherwise," he muttered to himself. Of course, Mehek Sharma would be the sort to renege on appearing on the talk-show at the last minute, despite making an earlier promise to attend - typical middle-class behavior he thought. He saw, now as they prepared to depart, that he had Rajiv Bhai's full attention. "She's an ingrate: after today, at least admit that Bhai," Shaurya complained, wishing that on learning of her actions, that at last Rajiv would finally see through the self-serving female, on whose behalf he had always foolishly advocated.

While disappointed at the unavailability of their champion, and his suspected love-interest, "As if she would ever be so lucky," Shaurya had grumbled under his breath, Chef Ashmit's introduction and animated arrival had still brought the audience to their feet. The cook immediately launched into an over-the-top recitation of how lucky he was to be alive, as he truly thought Shaurya Sir was trying to kill him by making him handle and cook mushrooms. The deathly allergy he had to the fungi was well documented, and with his hands flourishing as he spoke of his abject terror during that task. His spirited antics were well received, as where the other comical anecdotes he shared of his time on the cooking show. While not the ultimate fan favorite, Ashmit and his effervescent personality had gone some way to make up for the absence of the season winner. Ashmit had played up to the crowd, basking in the attention he received, and ever the consummate strategist, Shaurya had made the point of bantering back and forth with the cook who had proven another fan favorite; anything to get the inquisitive crowd's minds off Miss Mehek Sharma.

Now in the studio's parking lot, out of the corner of his eye, Shaurya saw Rajiv making to leave without addressing what needed to be. "Aacha Bhai: Are you heading somewhere important?"

"Nahi, Shaurya: just leaving," Rajiv answered coolly.

"I don't think so," Shaurya countered approaching the other man. "So be it, if you refuse to acknowledge that your golden girl is in fact made from brass, but don't you think that at least you should explain what kept you from making the prearranged time?"

A slight smile came to his face, the man reflected on his rush back from the airport after seeing the special young lady on her way towards the new and exciting phase of her life. He was not ashamed to admit that he, as had most of her family, shed a tear or two when Mehek had turned and wistfully waved goodbye to all of them as she prepared to go through security. Never, in Rajiv's view, was there a more deserving woman. And not solely due to her talents, he thought as he studied his friend. Shaurya's churlish behavior towards Mehek from the moment he had met the young woman, had been barely tolerable. Rajiv for one was glad that the young chef had been given the opportunity to put distance between her and the man who had, in his ill-treatment of the young woman, had revealed a side of him that had frankly sickened him. It had been obsessive, reckless, and totally undeserved, and unfortunately, it looked that Shaurya was quite ready and willing to continue his torment of the woman, even though his association with the young chef was for all intents and purposes, now over and done.

Shaking his head, a rueful Rajiv, patted Shaurya on the shoulder. As much as he respected him, his friend without a doubt needed to learn a few life lessons. Hopefully something soon would happen to make him understand, how so very wrong his conduct had been and stop this inexplicable descent into madness and change the astute businessman for the better. Otherwise...

His train of thought was interrupted by the curt question reaching him.

"Well: your explanation, do you wish to share?" Shaurya insisted when Rajiv maintained his silence.

Rajiv shook his head, not so much in denial, but because he knew that most of the venom behind the question still had more to do with Mehek, than not. "Nahi Shaurya, I'd rather not."

The younger man rolled his eyes, frustrated over the fact that whenever the subject turned to his precious protege, that Bhai's attitude turned curt, and that interfered in their successive dealings with each other. Reaching for his mobile, Shaurya shook his head in disgust. "Whatever. Well before you go, perhaps we should go over tomorrow's schedule just to make sure our appointment suit your comings and..."

Her message. How could he have forgotten?

It had slipped his mind that he had left the app open, so in swiping his finger across his cell's screen, Shaurya had immediately accessed the message that had been sent, instead of the scheduler he had intended on checking. The photo taken out of the jumbo jet's window had been captioned.

KK, I'm on my way soon: Is it crazy to be missing home and everyone even before I've even left the ground? These last few days chatting have meant so much...I couldn't bear if you disappeared again ... so let's make a deal that we won't let life get in the way of our friendship again. Just don't forget me, okay?

Forget her: was she crazy, Shaurya thought, as he found himself reading her words for a second time. Nahi, not crazy, just anxious it seemed, judging by semi-rambling text. He couldn't stop himself from responding: a practical missive, uncaring that it would be at least fourteen hours before she would be able to access it. He had promised to support her, and he had meant to, and so he kept typing ignorant to the fact that he had left his conversation with Rajiv hanging in the air.

Rajiv understood straight away that something had happened. Nothing bad, but something that deeply affected his friend. The expression Shaurya now wore, as he focused on responding to some message, one that plainly he believed more important than tomorrow's schedule was akin to the one reserved for his mother and yet not. On numerous occasions, Rajiv had been thankful for Auntie's calming presence that managed kept Shaurya on an even keel. Until today, as far as he was aware, only Shaurya's mother had the ability to cut through, and bring forth the gentleness that lay deep beneath the abrasive veneer that her son wore like armor. However, some instinct told Rajiv that it wasn't his mother's communication this time around. And for that he felt encouraged. To know there was another capable of doing the same- well that was wonderful. Often, Rajiv had contemplated the completely heartless being Shaurya would dissolve into without Karuna Khanna's influence. This calmness; the peace brought on by merely interacting with her was incredible, and always gave Rajiv hope that one day Shaurya would perhaps work through his demons one day. And now, it seemed that someone else had come along who could, if not take up the mantle, and then possibly supplement the love he received from his mother.

"Send Aunty my regards, while you are at it." Rajiv uttered, just to note Shaurya's reaction.

Not even bothering to stop what he was doing, Shaurya answered "Nahi, it's not Mom, it's..." He stopped typing and, his attention brought back to present company, he self-consciously looked to his friend. "It's..."

Rajiv cocked his head to the side, "Aacha... Someone special perhaps?" Rajiv finished for Shaurya.

Shaurya let out a deep breath and nodded. "Haan; she is very special," he confessed. "Bhai, look I'm sorry for..."

"Seems it's been a while," Rajiv interrupted, purposively recalling the singular time Shaurya had expressed a similar sentiment: interestingly enough also while attending an online conversation with someone he had classified as special'.

Reminiscing how he and MS had used the past couple of days just reconnecting, Shaurya couldn't help but agree. It had been too long between their chats, and it pained him now to know that he had denied himself their unique comradery: but no more. "Ji it has, but I'm determined that won't be a problem again. I can't afford to again. I don't..."

Rajiv arched his eyebrows at this unadorned display of emotion. "I see. Well in that case, perhaps we should leave going over our schedule for tomorrow until later," he suggested, giving Shaurya the out he was seeking. Not unaware of the apology he had arrested moments before, when amazingly, it seemed that the younger man had become cognizant of how belligerently he had behaved moments ago, Rajiv was more than willing to forgo it, under these extraordinary circumstances.

"Haan, that will be fine."

It was clear the younger man wished to get back to his message, so Rajiv bade him goodbye, incredulous that his theory had proven true and there was indeed another with the ability to temper Shaurya's inner demons. Shaurya's mystery woman couldn't have returned at a better time, Rajiv thought, as he glanced back at the man whose attentions were again fixedly on his cellphone. His driver, Rajiv noted had to call out to the twice, before the man even realized that his car had come for him. Incredible. Whoever she was, she was special indeed: magical even. And unmistakably Shaurya Khanna needed of someone like her more than ever now. Perhaps, she would even be the one to teach him what he needed to learn. And if that was to be case, then in Rajiv's opinion, she was most welcome into their circle.

Rajiv grinned as he headed towards to his own vehicle. Today, it seemed was to be a new start for Shaurya as well. He just hoped the man heeded the opportunity he had been granted.

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"Enjoy your stay in the United States," the official said as he stamped her passport, and handed it back to Mehek.

"Thank you," she answered and followed the other international arrivals out of Immigration area.

Waiting just outside, Rachna stood with her two youngest children, Aryia and Piyush. "Not too painful, right Mehek? There are restrooms not too far. I figured you would...

"Ji," Mehek answered. She looked around for Kabir and Sanjay, the couple's eldest son.

"KT decided to go ahead. He and Sanjay will start rounding up the luggage," Rachna explained.

It made sense, so Mehek offered her new friend a hand with the bags she had and they headed on to take care of theirs and the youngest children's pressing needs. Before long Mehek found herself staring out of the window of the car hired to take them to their Midtown Manhattan hotel.

Noticing that in between the few photos she had taken, that the young chef and was basically fidgeting with her mobile, Rachna smiled, and leaned over to her. "I would leave it on airplane on mode, just until we get to the hotel; you know to avoid those crazy data charges. You will be able to connect the Wi-Fi there, and chat to your heart's content: to let your family or perhaps a friend or two know that you have arrived safely. If that was your intent I mean," Rachna added cheekily.

Mehek's face felt as if it was on fire; had her thoughts been so easily read?

Fortunately Kabir came to her rescue, when he gently reprimanded his wife. "Aacha Beautiful, you have been taking too many lessons from Naomi. Enough with teasing Mehek." He smiled in the direction of the young chef, who welcomed the reprieve. "Barring my wife's nonsense, I do hope you enjoy your time in New York with us Mehek. You will find it an amazing city."

"Haan," Rachna added, "Plus you will have the added benefit time to adjust to the new time zone. Ideally, by the time you head down to Orlando, you will be over the worst of any jet lag."

Three whole days in this incredible place, had been an unexpected bonus of travelling with the Tripathi family, who had wholeheartedly taken her under their wing, to the point of settling her in the most mind-blowing hotel room she had ever seen. Frankly she would have accepted a cot in the children's room in the suite the family had procured for themselves, but they had insisted that she needed her own space.

"Somehow, you've only been privy to the best of their behavior, "Kabir had insisted as they had seen her to her room across from theirs. "Trust me, in another day you will be more than grateful for the separation."

So now she was here, with a steady Wi-Fi connection and explicit instructions to try stay awake for a while longer, so that she could acclimate to the time zone changes faster. It was six in the evening here, which unfortunately meant that with the time differences that aside from Chachi, who she knew would not rest until she checked in; that most likely no-one else would be up to receive her message.

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Shaurya tossed in his bed, throwing the coverlet off himself. He was certifiably mad after this. He was not invincible in that he could go without any rest. He closed his eyes tighter: refusing to check either the time or the possibility of MS being online. No...he wouldn't do it...not again. He needed to get some rest; even if it be an hour or two. But dammit, where the hell was she? He knew her flight had landed on time, and figured that between getting through Immigration and then getting to her hotel would have eaten up another couple of hours, but surely she should have settled in. He hated uncertainty, and now, at this ungodly hour, he was swimming in the thick of it. For one, he had no idea where she was staying, only that she would be accompanying a family who had made all of the arrangements. And God only knew who or what type of people her travelling companions were. What the hell were her own relatives thinking in agreeing to this arrangement: for her to travel with complete strangers, anyway? He sat up on that thought, freaked out in his contemplation of what type of people MS could have journeyed with to America. "Get a grip Shaurya Khanna," he mumbled. The lack of sleep was clearly affecting him. But it hadn't stopped his brain from working; already his mind was already wandering through his contacts in the States that he could call on should it become necessary. He grabbed his mobile, but before he could go any further, he raised the phone to his head with a cry of frustration. "Perfect: just bloody perfect," he groaned, wondering, even if all lined up and he could set someone on the case to find her, who exactly would he tell them to look for? Just as his identity was an alias, so was hers. Finding who she really was would definitely have to move up his list of priorities, but...

Please tell me you're not still online?

KK?

Oh good, you're not.

Relief washed over him.

I mean, I really hope you are resting, and won't see this for another couple of hours. My family has kept me on with them for what seemed like forever. Every last one of them, even Daadi had stayed up waiting to hear from me. Considering I've already kept an entire household awake, I was really hoping that I wasn't responsible for you not getting any sleep too. Anyway I've arrived, and have checked in to the hotel now. Feeling a little loopy from the time change, but hopefully that will get better soon.

She was typing something else, but rather than acknowledging the first messages, Shaurya, just smiled, and allowed himself to finally get back into a relaxed state. She was okay; that's all that mattered, not that he engaged in conversation with her. There would be plenty of time for that. He would see to it.

Finally what looked to be her final message came through.

KK...Dost. Your message meant everything to me. Thank you so much for taking the time to send it when you did. Yes, you were right. I was panicking at the time, but nahi, I didn't spend the entire flight stressed. I had enough to distract me, and yes I managed to rest as well. The family I'm travelling with is really very nice, and have the sweetest kids, so helping them with the youngest two has kept my mind occupied. Anyway I just wanted to check in and wish you Good Morning KK, since that's when I expect you will be reading this. I can't wait to chat again when you are actually online. Until then, have the best of days, and thank you so much for contacting me. Every girl should be as blessed to have such a caring friend as you. TTL, MS.

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Chapter#4

For reference, the version of the MehRya Diwali dance that features in this FF is the one detailed in my OS Dance with Me. In case anyone hasn't read it already, here is the link: Dance With Me

Shaurya swallowed and waited.

The ball was in her court now, and he absolutely: without question, refused to press the issue and force some reaction from her. It would be of her own volition whether she would choose to respond or not. And if in the wait, his soul splintered a fraction, then that would just have been a risk par for the course of taking the decision to divulge who he actually was. He had no alternative now, but to trust that the friendship they had established could withstand what, evidenced by her lack of response, had been a shocking admission.

"Come on MS Jaan: talk to me..." he muttered as the time ticked away with no further communication from her.

...My flight is going to be boarding soon

...Goodbye.

He had barely enough time to register the incoming message and ponder the finality of it before he noticed that she had signed off Facebook. Now, even should he send a rejoinder to her clear dismissal, MS would not be in a position to access it: not for another three hours at least. And she knew that he would have realized this.

"Goodbye," he repeated softly to himself.

Was that it then - the end?

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...If this your idea of a joke, then it's a pretty sick one...

...You asshole, why don't you just stay away from me...

...Shaurya Khanna: Mehek Sharma... so now what...

In hindsight, the comebacks she could have replied with, were coming fast and furious. And none of them resembled the timid reply his last message had prompted, before: like a frightened rabbit she had scampered away, disconnecting fully, well before she had needed to.

She had first escaped to the lavatory, when her stomach had roiled and she had instantly felt sick at the prospect that this situation could be playing out as it was. How could this be remotely possible, that she be caught unawares like this? This seemed just the sort of setup that Shaurya Khanna would go for: wheedling back into her life again for no other reason than to torture her some more. And she had suspected nothing and walked blindly into his trap.

"Oh God," she whispered inside the cubicle, questioning if this meant that he knew everything already, that he had somehow soused out her plans... "Nahi," she thought, knowing that Rajiv Sir would remain true to his word to both her and her family and not disclose anything to his business partner of her plans. The kind man would never have betrayed her like that, which could only mean that it was solely Shaurya Khanna behind this scheme. Numb now, she had gone to the closest sink and after washing her hands splashed some cold water on her heated cheeks. In the background, she heard an announcement, and realized that she had taken far more time in the restroom than she had thought and that so much time had actually passed, that there was now truth behind the message she had sent. If not already, then very soon they would be boarding her flight.

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"This view is amazing isn't it Chef Mehek? Barring the occasional fireworks display, it will be a peaceful backdrop after a long day of work," Chef Malik offered as he led the young woman to the picture window of the accommodations that she would be housed in for the next four months. "And even then, the spectacular light display you will be privy to is something to behold as well."

Mehek smiled at her counterpart and murmured her agreement. Behind her the bell-staff were busy taking her baggage into the sleeping quarters of the one bedroom villa of the Bay Lake Tower at Disney's Contemporary Resort. Although subdued, the beauty of the modern hotel was not lost on the young woman. On the contrary, her silence belied her excitement, as she snapped a few photos of the amazing view she would have for the next few months.

Figuring, by her subdued demeanor that she was somewhat tired from her travel, Chef Malik thought it best to wrap things up so that Mehek could get the needed rest, so he quickly brought her attention to the fully equipped kitchen he knew would be paramount to someone like her. Opening the refrigerator, and then the few cabinets, he smiled. "I took the liberty of gathering some staples for you to get you through the next few days. After that I or one of the other staff, will show you around to some of our favorite places to shop for groceries, sundries and the like, okay? So, if there is nothing else I can help you with, I will leave you to get settled and see you tomorrow morning for our initial meeting with the festival coordinators. The car will be by at 8:00 AM."

"Thik hai, and thank you so much Chef Malik," Mehek replied with a smiled, grateful for his consideration, but particularly for his proactiveness in the kitchen. If there was ever a need for her to be there, then it was now, when she was so troubled. She saw him out, and then returned to the oversized glass panel that offered the tranquility of the water view which in the late afternoon would be calming to most. She snapped one more picture of the serene view, wishing that it would work for her now.

Hours ago, she would have expected to immediately have posted that photo, in her eagerness to share this detail with her KK, and to finally disclose what had really brought her to destination. Smiling ruefully she thought how despite his contstant prodding she had only hinted about the job opportunity she had been granted. Instead of a grand reveal, she was now left grieving for her present circumstances, and the loss of her friend.

At a distance, she caught a glance of world famous Disney Monorail that ran through the resort and transported guests to the nearby Magic Kingdom, which she hopefully would get the opportunity to visit soon. For the near future, she fully expected the bulk of her time to be at another resort prepping for her participation in the Food Festival, but she definitely had the Kingdom on her priority list for when she had some spare time. Now, however it would be best if she unpacked, so that after she prepared something for herself to eat, she would have the time to contact everyone at home. All that was, but one.

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What should have been an easy task was made all the more difficult because of her racing thoughts. Mehek's emotions had run the gamut throughout her unpacking; swaying back and forth from skepticism that Karela King - her KK- and Shaurya Khanna were one in the same. It made no sense. What would it accomplish: practically stalking her? What would the end goal be, and stranger yet, what the point of revealing himself now have been? Filling the drawers and the small closet with her belongings, Mehek contemplated this, and could find no definitive answer to this maddening riddle.

But then she had reached for the one item that would forever remind of her how calculative: how manipulative, how truly wicked the man was. In handling the item, she had no doubt of his capabilities to trick her like this.

Some would have loved the black dress, but to Mehek it remained a symbol of her exploitation: of how the ruthless man had no qualms in using a woman to achieve his own goals. To this day, she would never understand what twisted satisfaction he had fulfilled in the demands associated with this piece of clothing that she loathed above all others. She had kept it only to remember that never would she allow herself be at anyone's mercy again, lest of all Shaurya Khanna. Her lips tightened as she recalled how tawdry he had made her feel that night, a woman used, knowing in that moment that she would have done anything to secure her Uncles' release from their baseless imprisonment.

She hung the dress up, delegating it a prominent space in the closet, somewhere she would constantly come across it, just so that she would always keep in mind how far she had come, and how she would never allow herself to be placed in a similar position, by anyone. In fact, by the time she completed her task, it was this same determination that had her at last leaning in the direction she would take. Mehek Sharma was no-one's coward. But she also understood that she needed to get into the kitchen: and fast. If not only to sate her hunger, but also settle her thoughts a bit to assure that her plan was well thought out. She doubted if it was the right thing to do, and she would completely dismiss her choice as sensible, as there was no way that what she was contemplating could be considered such. All she knew was that it needed to be done.

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"I don't want to talk about it Mom; please just leave well enough alone."

Taken aback, Karuna ignored her son's preemptive greeting when she ran into him heading towards the front door. How could he expect her to abide by this, when his agony was plain for anyone to see this morning. He looked as if he hadn't slept a wink, and yet here he was up and ready to go to the office, when for all appearances, it looked as if it would be better for him not to at all.

"Shaurya, beta, at least have breakfast before you go," she said indicating the dishes that the staff were busy laying on the dining table.

"I'm not hungry, Mom. I haven't the appetite this morning."

Karuna held her son's arm, preventing his departure. "Did things go that badly, Shaury," she asked gently, immediately comprehending and sympathetic to her son's plight.

"I guess that would depend on how one should interpret a final message of goodbye, Mom," he answered wretchedly, a bitter smile plastered on his face.

"And this is an answer that the icon of a man known as Shaurya Khanna is willing to accept?"

He didn't answer her, not when he suspected that it could in fact be his stature and reputation that had caused the issue he saw no resolution to. If MS truly wanted nothing to do with him, then he would stomach her wish. He would not go where he was not wanted.

"At least have a cup of chai, Beta," his mother implored. "At least until I can rouse the driver," she continued, pushing the mandate that he would not drive so early this morning, when he was not functioning at full capacity.

"Mom..."

"Nahi Shaury, you will listen to me in this regard."

*Ping*

*Ping*

Grateful that he had been spared anyone's company as he drank the tea his mother had instructed be brought to him before she had left, Shaurya had no witness to his reaction of when his mobile sounded. Twice no less. "Let it be her," he prayed aloud.

MS had sent him two images: the first being a plated dish, and the second, a panoramic sunset view of a large body of water.

Shaurya closed his eyes in relief that she had come back online; hoping that by making this overture, that MS was indicating her willingness to carry on their friendship. For now, he chose not to respond, admittedly scared that he would inadvertently misstep if he initiated any conversation right now, when he had no clue what she may be thinking.

*Ping*

... These are the first two photos I would have shared with my friend KK: my first dish prepared in my new place, and the beautiful view I have from my verandah where I will most likely dine each day. I would like to think that Karela King at least, would be both happy and excited for me.

... Dost, the only thing that has changed is my name; I can be Shaurya Khanna and be just as excited and happy for you MS.

... So it's true then? This is not the joke I've been desperately hoping it was?

Well, Shaurya thought, that basically sums up how she feels. He quickly typed his response

...Haan: I am really Shaurya Khanna, but nothing else has changed. Our friendship...my feelings.

...And if I don't want either from Shaurya Khanna, then what KK?

...Then I would ask you to reconsider, that you should get to know the real me. That you should think about what we have shared; the friendship we have developed, and then let me know if you have absolutely no issue walking away from it. After that, the choice is completely up to you MS. I just know that I will miss you if you do decide to go away from me.

...And I am supposed to believe you? I am supposed to have faith in the man who played fast and loose with a young woman's reputation, for the sake of a television show?

Reading these words, Shaurya's clenched his jaw.

...That's not exactly how I would put it.

...Bolo Shaurya Khanna, how else could it be viewed then? Tell me what other way one could perceive the torment you put that chef through on your show? And then explain why any young lady would want to risk the possibility of you doing the same to her?

...I think you're judging me without knowing all the facts, and the extenuating circumstances behind what was aired. I would like to think that the MS that I know wouldn't judge me without knowing the truth.

...But that's it Shaurya Khanna, you don't know me do you? Just as I had no clue of your true character, neither do you. I could be very well be her and then what Shaurya Khanna? Would you be offering the same platitudes if I was? I doubt it.

Her message brought him pause, and then almost immediately he dismissed the probability of that being the case. The two women were nothing alike. Still, Shaurya sensed the direction this was taking. MS had made her choice already, and it wasn't one he wanted. Her contact hadn't been some sort of outreach. She was setting him up for her dismissal, and letting him know exactly why she would be cutting ties with him. He couldn't let her, not when she was had only recently come back in his life.

...Give me the chance to prove you wrong then. For the sake of our friendship, at least give me this.

... My friendship was with KK; not Shaurya Khanna. And frankly I see nothing in him that I want anything to do with.

...One chance...please.

He was too late...she was gone again.

Mehek set her mobile down on the table, and picked up the glass of juice off the table where she sat. The setting truly was spectacular, and she knew would be a source of solace to her while she was here. Slowly sipping the chilled liquid, she briefly wondered the course she was setting in motion. Foolhardy: most likely, but someone needed to teach that man a lesson. This looked to be the perfect opportunity for her to do so.

For a little while longer, she admired the view in front of her, as she finished her beverage. The lake had taken on an even more tranquil air as darkness had fallen, but having been warned about the potential dangers that lurked beneath the peaceful waters after dusk, Mehek looked in it a bit more warily. Similarly, she understood the peril of what she was about to do, knowing the character of the man she was dealing with. Taking a deep breath, she took up her mobile again.

... I'm not a pushover, so don't dare to think you have won me over in any shape or form. If you think you are capable of showing yourself in a better light than prove it Mr. Shaurya Khanna. However...

... Yes?

That one word betrayed his desperation, and Mehek smiled.

...Until such time, I will only be MS to you: nothing more. That means no seeking me out. You can only accept me at face value for now. Only after I am convinced of your sincerity, will I consider revealing my identity to you. I expect that as a man of action this will be hard for you, so can you accept this?

...And you would trust me in this regard MS?

...Isn't this what you are asking me to do? Is this your way of letting me know already I am right not to trust you? If that's the case we may as well end this conversation now.

Seated behind his driver, the hotelier recognized that he had been maneuvered into a position of inaction as it related to discovering her identity. He couldn't squander the single chance he had been given, especially if doing so would prove her right all along. Even if he was the only one in the know, it would still be wrong, and he meant to go precisely as he had said, in all of his dealings with her.

...I agree. Now tell me what need I do to prove myself to you, MS?

Mehek read his message, and smiled to herself.

...Aacha, and here I thought you were the man with all the answers, Shaurya Khanna. Perhaps you should use the stratagem you are known for and figure out what exactly must be done. Fortunately for you I am off to bed now, so you won't have me to interrupt your thought process.

... Good Night Shaurya Khanna.

Chapter5

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Chapter #5

He had to have been tapping the pencil against the notepad for some time, as there were now minute indentations visible on the still empty foolscap.

The tiny divots taunted him: illustrating how absolutely clueless he was in this matter. He didn't even have the evidence that he even knew how to begin the task assigned to him in the in the form of one or two scrunched up sheets of paper strewn haphazardly around his office. At least that would have indicated a level of indecisiveness, but he hadn't even reached that stage yet. Clearly, Shaurya thought, he: the man renowned in the industry for his negotiation skills, for the business acumen that allowed him the ability to broker multi-million dollar deals practically off-the-cuff, couldn't come up with a single f**king justification to convince one special woman that he was worth getting to know. He looked up at the walls of his office at the variety of business awards and magazine covers hanging there, all proofs of how good he was at what he did. Yet, now in a matter that felt akin to life and death to him than any of his past deals had, none of the accolades mean a damn thing. All Shaurya knew was that with time ticking away, he had still yet to find a simple answer to press his case forward with his MS.

So this is what failure felt like he supposed.

The rapt knocking on his door had him raising his head and he called for the person to enter.

"Namaste Shaurya Sir," Hina, his PA greeted him wearing a confused expression.

He nodded to acknowledge her, and waited for the reports she had come to deliver. When she paused with a look of apprehension on her face, he addressed her, "Bolo, Hina."

"Your light...I thought I must have left it on last night...I didn't realize that you would be in so early today. I must have missed your email. I'm sorry. Sir it..."

"There's nothing to apologize for," he said interrupting her spluttering. "There was no email. My coming in was a spur of the moment decision; nothing that you would have been aware of."

A look of relief crossed her face. "Thik hai Sir, here are the reports you will need for the first two meetings. I will just get you your coffee."

********

Inspiring

Ambitious

Industrious

Shaurya raised his head from the notations he was making. She was being far too generous, or should he say too cautious. And this wouldn't help him at all. He decided on another approach.

"So did you watch India's Super Cook, Hina?"

"Of course, Sir: every episode."

"Good, so on the same premise, give me your impressions but only in this setting. Don't overthink it, just tell me the first things that come to mind."

"Charismatic...Egotistical...Cru..."

A strained silence fell, which was finally broken when Shaurya looked up from his writing.

"I'm sorry, Hina, what was that: crude? Or did you mean to say cruel?"

Seated across his desk from him, his young PA looked very much like she was praying for the earth to open up beneath her feet, swallow her and just put her out of her misery. Drolly, Shaurya could understand why, as her list had quickly taken a turn from flattering to the exact opposite. The last indistinguishable word - whichever it actually proved to be - was hardly complimentary, especially when used in describing one's employer.

He averted his eyes to look at the list his PA had thus far offered:

After a minute, he placed the pencil down and looked up at the nervous woman in front of him. He offered her a small smile in hopes of putting her at ease enough to continue, now that it seemed that they were getting to the nitty-gritty of what he needed. "In your time with us Hina, have you found to me to be anything but fair to my workers?"

He smiled when she shook her head to agree with him.

"And that, no matter the methodology or the outcome of any task, that ultimately we strive to maintain a high standard of professionalism?"

"Haan..."

"Excellent. I'm glad you understand that. I just wanted you to be assured that none of the answers you give will have any bearing on your employment with the company." He paused so this fact sank in to the young administrator. "I just really need your complete candidness right now... Please."

His entreaty seemed to have done the trick, as his assistant cheeks had regained some color to them. Still he decided on different track .

"So, on the assumption that you did watch India's Super Cook , and that you did more than for professional reasons, I would really like your frank, your forthright opinions. Did you really watch every show?"

Hina nodded, and then seemingly more at ease, began speaking. "It quickly became a weekly viewing event for a bunch of us; something on the lines of the Game of Thrones parties we have when it airs... actually ISC had some similarities intrigue wise as it got going, in fact at times it seemed that all was missing was the blood and gore."

Shaurya raised an eyebrow at the comparison of the two shows, but nodded for her to continue. "And so, would you say that the list you've provided are opinions based on both your work experience in addition to watching the show with your compatriots."

"Yes Sir."

"Aacha. So, which word was next on your list of how you believe I came across: crude or cruel?"

He noticed again Hina's hesitancy, but before he could comment on it further, she rushed to answer him. "Both Sir, although if I had to select one over the other, I would lean towards the latter."

Cruel then. He added her choice to the list.

"And unfortunately, through your cruelty, your actions did come lead to some rather crude behavior on your part, Sir... It made for some definite conflict amidst our group."

"Bolo," he encouraged, keenly wanting to know what she had to disclose.

"Half of my friends to this day think you a disgusting pig, while the remainder were willing to give you a pass on account that the think you are so hot."

"And your view, Hina?"

She flushed, but did not waver in her response. "Ah, well it's a given you are pleasant enough to look at Shaurya Sir, but I chose to give you the benefit solely because I thought I recognized a performance for what it was. What I saw on the screen what not the Shaurya Khanna as I had come to know. You see, I have always believed that how a man treats his mother is an indicator of his true character. In fact, even when you are at your worst, I would call this to mind...it had gotten me through more than a couple of rough work days to say the least. And so, I thought it all an act. Ratings are the key nowadays, right Sir? But, I really had to draw on this belief though, when I realized that Mehek wasn't following the script, and in reality probably hadn't been on the plan from the beginning. That you were acting so self-servingly was ...disappointing to say the least. After a point I couldn't justify your actions to any of the group... and then, after a while I didn't want to. By then, you had become completely repulsive in my eyes. After that I continued to watch the show mostly for her: to watch her get the better of you. I was never happier than when she won. It was almost as if good had triumphed over evil."

It was Shaurya's turn to be stunned into silence. The young woman across from him had never given any indication of how she felt about him, which was ironic, considering his recent spiel on being professional in the workplace. However, her disclosure had left him feeling decidedly unsettled. Not that he expected nor needed to be liked by his employees, but other than Rajeev, Hina was the one he shared a keener association, by virtue of her duties. And, if he understood her correctly; she apparently had lost some if not all of her respect for him, if not loathing him entirely.

"Under the circumstances, it seems as if I should be grateful that you are still with the company, Hina," Shaurya questioned.

"I couldn't understand it, Sir; I still don't it; somehow deep down it occurred that perhaps you had some reason..." she stopped. Although she had probably been more than forthright than she had ever expected to ever be with her employer, she was prudent enough not to convey the supposition she and many of her peers had come up with: that her boss had been madly, albeit obtusely, attracted to the unpretentious contestant he constantly provoked on the show. If his body language on the talk show he had recently appeared on was any indicator though, when something similar was suggested, voicing this probably wouldn't be accepted kindly. Still, the idea wasn't something she could shake. But she wouldn't press her luck; she needed her job after all.

"Anyway," she continued with a slight smile, "There was still the matter of your mother...it's clear to everyone that she brings out the best in you...and that remained a constant with you. No matter what else you do, Karuna Ma'am manages to humanize you, so I've acted on the theory that deep down, you can't be all that bad."

"So, perhaps there's hope for me after all, you are saying?"

"I would like to think so Sir, for your sake" Hina answered honestly. She then looked at her watch, and stood up. "Your first meeting is in fifteen minutes," she reminded him. "More coffee?"

"Nahi, that's fine."

Taking his silence, as her dismissal, Hina stood and moved to exit. At the doorway, she stopped and turned back. "I wouldn't worry, Sir, I am certain that season two of ISC will be just as successful. But if you need to gather a larger focus group for more feedback, I'm certain I can easily arrange it."

Shaurya smiled ruefully: her views were a good enough start. "I'll definitely take that into consideration, Hina. Thank you for your time and your honesty... it has been very useful."

**********

Mehek didn't think it possible to feel as lonely as she did, that too despite the fact that all of her loved ones had been reaching out to her this morning. She had heard from them all in succession: the first being the extended video call she had had with everyone at home; all of them staying up past the time they should have been abed, to wish her well. In between the call had come the email messages: one from Sonal and a second from the Tripathi family, both wishing her well. Because she had made sure to give herself ample time, she had the time to respond to each, which had led to a promise to call her best friend at the end of the work day, plus a surprise incoming call from Rachna and Kabir who had taken the opportunity to verbally wish her as well.

And then had come the surprise.

She would be lying to say that her heart hadn't skipped a beat at the unexpected room-service delivery. It seemed very much a Shaurya Khanna move, a thought she held onto, until reading the greeting card revealed the procurer of the small floral arrangement and the sweet yogurt dish to be none other than Rajiv Sir.

"To new beginnings... All the best," the card had read, before being signed off by the thoughtful man. It had both made her smile, and settled her in knowing that HE hadn't located her. That was definitely the last thing she wanted to happen.

"Everything is perfect, and today will be the start of an amazing adventure," she reiterated softly to herself.

Yet she still couldn't explain why she felt so bereft; and more peculiarly, disappointed that he hadn't attempted to reach out to her. So much for wanting to be perceived differently. Obviously that too had all been and act, and the KK persona he had projected, completely fake. Now that truth had been revealed, Shaurya Khanna hadn't felt the need to maintain any pretense of the facade he had previously presented.

*Ping*

"Namaste MS: Shaurya here. I expect you are just about to walk out of the door, but I hope you have the chance to see this before you leave. As you can imagine you have been on my mind for much of the day and in particular, I've put a lot of thought into what you've asked of me. Obviously now isn't the time to get into that, but I didn't want you to leave for your first day, without getting a chance to greet you. Basically, I just wanted to let you know that you have the best of my wishes behind you as you begin your mystery assignment. I hope you aren't nervous... just remember they wouldn't have selected you if they didn't already recognize your talent: trust me in that. ... At any rate, my Mom never let me begin anything new without something sweet. I expect your family is the same, so I hope you have had your share already, but just in case you haven't, here's a virtual treat from one friend to another...All the best, Dost."

Gaping at the disarming smile her monitor had frozen on; poleaxed didn't do justice in describing how this unexpected greeting left her feeling. She didn't know what she had expected for, but it certainly wasn't the live video she had just watched. She had no clue who that was; the kindness of man reaching out to her was something she had never witnessed in Shaurya Khanna. Her KK: for certain, she could have expected something like this from him, but never...ever from the businessman who had tortured her endlessly. But there he was: at home, in his own kitchen, offering the sweet dish, probably of his own making to a long-distance friend, as if he really cared. It was a clear charm offensive: an effective one, that had she not known his true nature, she could easily have fallen for, as affably as he had presented himself. In truth, it would have been the perfect gesture: if only he wasn't who he was. Coming from him, she had to consider that it was complete subterfuge, and not be swayed by the kindness he offered.

Still, it was undoubtedly quite a sweet overture, one Mehek could not help pondering over as she took the obligatory spoonful of her own yogurt before she began gathering her things and left for her first day. Damn him for going to such extremes, and confusing her like this.

***********

Venturing to refill her water pitcher, it was a surprised Karuna that discovered her son sitting alone in the dimly lit kitchen, armed with his laptop, finishing off what looked to be a late night snack. Not a large one, by any means, but that it existed at all was shocking enough. Her health-conscious child was fastidious about his diet and painstakingly avoided sweets for the most part: even the simplest, and certainly did not advocate indulging in after-hour treats by any stretch of the imagination. Until tonight.

"Shaurie?"

Shaurya raised his head, and then moved across the kitchen to gather something. Meeting his mother back at the counter he had been leaning on, he took the spoon he just retrieved, with a grin on his face, offered her the last portion of the dessert from his dish. Karuna took it readily and after swallowing, began to address her child.

He interrupted her before she could even start.

"Aren't you always saying that I should partake of something sweet before beginning a new venture, Mom?"

"Haan, beta, but at this hour? What could you be possibly..."

"Just because it's night time here, doesn't mean the remainder of the world is at rest. This was the absolute right time for this."

Karuna immediately understood, and nodded her head. "May I ask then, if it is too soon for your efforts to have borne fruit, Shaury? Has she responded?"

"Nahi Maa, and actually I would be surprised if she did at all, but that's okay too, because if nothing else the timing of your arrival just confirms to me that I have started on the right track. And now, with my biggest asset beside me, I know for sure that my chances of success are very high."

Grinning he took the pitcher from his mother and turned to fill it for her, leaving the perplexed woman to stare at him in confusion.

He was talking in riddles, Karuna thought, but at least was far more sure of himself than he had been at the beginning of the day. As a mother, that meant the world to her. His happiness was everything to her, and she would always offer her support to him, even should it only be her presence that was required, as he had indicated.

"Come Mom, it's past time that you rested," Shaurya stated when he had returned to her. He nodded to her and began escorting her through the quite house, turning off the lights as they followed the route towards their bedrooms. At her bedroom door, he passed her the carafe and bade her goodnight with a light kiss to her forehead. Simultaneously he received what he had prayed for.

*Ping*

At this time of night, it could only be MS responding, so it looked as if he was off to a half way decent beginning. Whether she chose to thank him or curse him was yet to be determined, but at least she hadn't ignored him completely... and for now that's all he cared about...With a bit of luck, as he had been told earlier, there was hope for him after all.

Chapter6

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Chapter #1

It was during the first commercial break that Rajiv finally arrived and was hurried onto the set to be seated in the empty guest chair beside Shaurya. His friend acknowledged the late entry with a raised brow and a barely discernible tightening of his lips. In turn, Rajiv ignored Shaurya as two production assistants quickly readied him: one affixing the tiny mic to his lapel and the second, after first taking the shine off his face with a bit of powder, hastily tidied his hair which had become slightly windblown from his rush to reach the studio, where the live taping had already begun. Their ministrations complete, the duo left, leaving the older man exposed to the venomous look in the eyes of his business associate. He met the glare head on and greeted the man. "Namaste Shaurya," he whispered nonchalantly.

"You do comprehend how late you are don't you, bhai" Shaurya hissed, irritated by his friend's unprofessionalism. Of all people, Rajiv should know that no matter how good things appeared, that they couldn't afford to take anything for granted; that they had to strike while the iron was hot, and most of all, avoid any missteps no matter how insignificant. And in no way could this gaffe of his be considered the trivial matter that his greeting had implied. While not immodest in appreciating that his presence as the show's principal was probably of more importance, and in truth had made up for Rajiv Bhai's tardiness, they : all three of India's Super Cook's judging panel had committed to be here to be interviewed and interact with the live audience. Thus Bhai's tardiness without explanation was wholly; fully unacceptable.

"Hot mic," Rajiv warned softy under the cover of his disarming smile, and watched Shaurya clam up immediately, thus avoiding the vitriol intended for him: for the moment, anyway. It was but a short reprieve; the older man confident that they would have words afterwards. But not now; definitely not now, no matter how tempted Shaurya may be. In his incessant quest to present the very best face to the public, for now Shaurya Khanna would comport himself accordingly and present to the public the coolly sophisticated facade they had come to expect.

The commercial break ended, and over the signaled applause, the hostess introduced Rajiv bhai, and immediately began pressing him for information on his recollections of the just completed season.

Shaurya relaxed as his competent partner filled in the blanks for an audience rabid for all of the inside scoop on the highly popular series; winning them over with his affable charm. Knowing that bhai could hold his own against any line of questioning, Shaurya, uncharacteristically, let his mind drift from the present situation.

She was flying out today: very soon actually. And still he hadn't heard from MS, as she had promised. Knowing that her flight's departure was rapidly approaching, it had been hell resisting the temptation to check his watch to see if there was even time for her to send one, so instead he focused on her; on where exactly she would be right at this moment, if she had already boarded her flight; almost as if to do so would will her into action of sending him agreed on message before it was too late. Unbelievably it seemed to work, when, inside the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and right next to his heart, his mobile vibrated an incoming message: just one. He took it as an indication that she was soon to be on the way, and he now knew exactly how long it would take until he would possibly hear from her again, and be assured that she had completed the first league of her trip safely. Shaurya pasted a smile on his face, the sight appealing enough to the audience who thought him too caught up in his own memories of the recently concluded cooking show.

"Aacha, an elusive smile from you Shaurya Ji: is that a confirmation of our viewer's theory?"

Shaurya blinked back to awareness. What had he missed, he wondered, by zoning out just then? His hesitation seemed to egg the audience on with whatever conjecture had been offered up by the unanswered question.

The hostess turned to the other judges for their views on the subject, allowing the man behind India's Super Cook the necessary time to gather his thoughts, and get back up to par with the current topic.

Minutes later, Shaurya was still clueless as to the tone of the conversation, as first Rajiv and then Rekha hedged answering the still elusive question with vague responses alluding to the encouragement offered to all of the contestants; not just one in particular. Whatever be the truth of the matter, the audience clearly wasn't buying it and their excitement had reached a palpable level when the host finally returned to him for comment.

"So Shaurya Ji, are you going to follow the vein of your colleagues' responses, or tell us the true facts of a potential relationship between you and the Darling of Delhi?"

He froze. They had to be out of their damn minds, Shaurya immediately thought, knocked for a six, that anyone would dare to associate him and that woman. He needed to repudiate that insane idea before that suggestion could gain any more traction.

He opened his mouth to speak, but in a brilliant move the hostess, played her hidden trump card.

"Folks, rather than letting Shaurya Ji be the consummate gentleman, and gallantly demure from responding, wouldn't this be perfect timing to bring out one of our favorite chefs and ask their views on our speculation?"

The crowd erupted in vociferous approval.

Shaurya's smile dropped entirely, and for once, he didn't care who took note of it. He hated being blindsided like this; damn talk-shows, anything for f**king ratings. He looked past Rajiv's chair. How had the fourth seat being placed on the dais where they were located, gone unnoticed? And more to the point, how the hell was he going to prevent that insufferable woman from potentially destroying everything he had strived for with her dense opinions when she came out. Dammit, he truly hated these public relations junkets at times.

**********

"You're going to have to turn that off soon, they don't allow mobiles to be used during the flight."

"Oh, thik hai, do you think I have time to take one photo and to send it to a friend," Mehek asked.

Her seatmate nodded and watched as the young chef leaned to take a photo outside the window: proof of her impending departure she supposed, and with a smile sent a quick PM to someone she obviously cared about.

"Are you sure you shouldn't have sent a selfie, I'm sure he would prefer that."

Mehek turned back to face the woman a faint blush on her cheeks, "Huh...Nahi...nahi,"she sputtered, it's nothing like that it ...he's just a friend, a purely platonic friend. We just have a few things in common that's all."

"Thik hai," her companion replied unconvinced.

Just then the announcement came over the PA system to turn off all electronics and mobiles, and the nerves that Mehek had quelled until now, came rushing back.

"Are you nervous about the flight Mehek?"

"Haan, that and a lot of other things Rachna Ma'a...Rachna," she corrected herself.

"Don't be...I'm sure everything will be okay. Just sit back and relax and think of the grand adventure ahead of you, Mehek."

Her Grand Adventure, as everyone referred to it as, unlike the airliner currently lifting off the tarmac, had almost been a no-go from the very beginning.

**********

The incredulity that her entire family had was natural and the initial request had been met with the highest degree of suspicion. For starters, it just didn't make sense to any of them, not even to Mehek, and if at first all of them believed that this was yet another sadistic machination of Shaurya Khanna, then no one could fault them. He had put her and, by association, her family through so much. And so, leery of the offer, they had refused the first meeting requested by the executive who had traveled so far to meet the chef he claimed to be so impressed with, and hoped to propose something straight out of a dream to her.

Mehek would defer to her elders for guidance, and so after repeated attempts to meet her, it was Rajiv Sir's intervention, that finally had them considering the legitimacy what was happening, and eventually agreeing to an initial meeting, to hear the full details of the American group's proposal. Shaurya Khanna they would never trust, but Rajiv Sir had from the beginning, treated them and Mehek in particular with honor and respect. It had been clear that he had disapproved of his partner's behavior, but what was one to do with one so detestable, so uncontrollable? It would be unjust to lump Rajiv Sir as one with the younger man, and consequently they had listened when he expressed the sincerity of the group he willingly vouched for.

"So you have travelled so far because you want her to cook for a bunch of cartoon characters at an amusement park?"

"Bas Balwant beta," PD called out; immediately reprimanding her son, who took every opportunity to ridicule his grand-daughter. He would not do so today, particularly in front of such esteemed visitors.

The tall blonde man; the leader of the contingent smiled. "Not quite Uncle, but yes we proudly claim to be the home of some the most recognizable characters in the world, who are in fact the mainstay of our family based theme parks. However the Disney Corporation is so much more. We have expanded tremendously over the years and are continuously striving to offer a variety of options, for all members of the family: from the very youngest to our respected seniors. Whether it be from the addition new park attractions to the introduction of fine dining, we have worked to provide the ideal vacation experience for all manner of tastes." He nodded to his assistant who withdrew a number of book sized pamphlets from his briefcase, handing one to each of the family elders. "As the Executive Food and Beverage Director of the Disney Corporation it is my responsibility to oversee all of the dining affairs at all of our locations: from the park fare to, as I mentioned, our signature dining options for those with the most discerning tastes. The pinnacle of all these preparations is this specific program that we would feel privileged to have Mehek's participation in: The Epcot International Food and Wine Festival. It is an annual event that runs for a three month period , and the entire theme park is dedicated to it, as are our Signature Dining Restaurants to a lesser degree. As you can see this our 21^st year and each year it has grown bigger, and we would like to think better, and to be blunt, it is something we categorically believe Mehek can certainly contribute to the success of this year, as we, and please excuse the pun, cater to our guests - the foodies, who travel, in incredible numbers to the festival over the three month period it runs for."

After a few minutes of stunned silence, Aunt Kanta jumped in when it seemed no-one could, due to their collective shock , "And you really want our Mehek to be involved? I don't understand; how did you even come to know of her all the way from America? It doesn't make sense."

"And you are right Aunty, very right. I had absolutely no clue who Mehek Sharma was two months ago, but those who I highly respect did, and when her name kept coming up time and time again, I made my mission to find out all I could about this incredible young chef." The man paused and indicated to the man seated to the left of him. "May I present our Executive Chef of our Sanaa Restaurant at our Kidani Village at our Animal Kingdom Resort." Finally turning his attention to the young woman on whom the conversation surrounded, he smiled at her. " I would dare say that if not your biggest fan in the United States then Chef Malik can be placed at the very least in the top 10."

It had just got better after the Chef was invited to speak, and detailed how in meetings on potential Indian offerings for the festival's Global Marketplace that immediately two dishes Mehek had already prepared on the reality contest were offered up as the perfect vegetarian options. And just as the Food and Beverage Director indicated, on querying who exactly this unknown chef was, his Executive Chef introduced him to Mehek's talents via Zee TV's American broadcasts of India Super Cook which had a massive following in the US.

"We all became avid followers of the show," the Director added. "You have done your family very proud, Mehek."

"Thank you," the modest young woman answered, speaking for the very first time.

"And should she not win the competition," Aunt Kanta queried.

"Then we would still want her," the Director insisted. "You see as impressed as we were by her television performances, it would be irresponsible for us not to investigate further. While I, personally have not attended your Uncle's Dhaba for fear of bringing attention to our activities, I have, gratefully, might I add, have had numerous opportunities to sample Mehek's food since our arrival. Based on that alone, we would still make this offer to Mehek: even if she were to finish in last place. Naturally we would wonder at the ineptitude of the show's judging, but still the offer would stand."

To the side Rajiv coughed discretely, and then he smiled unabashedly at the talented woman in question.

Mehek could not help blush at the lavish praise being levelled on her.

The discussion then continued around her, and only when it broached the living accommodations that would be provided for her, did Mehek allow her hidden desire take root, for in her Uncles and Aunt's intense questioning, she comprehend that this amazing proposal was actually being seriously considered. In that moment she truthfully did not know how to feel, aside from overwhelmed, which she plainly stated when asked.

Their visitors left shortly afterwards, satisfied that the offer that they had at last been able to present, had not been rejected outright. It would be considered by her family, and by the next morning, after sleeping on it, it was apparent by the excitement that permeated the home, that her family had begun to look favorably on such an incredible offer, and what it meant for their daughter.

Everything happened so quickly then: they had met further to the Disney executives, who were more than ready to present a handsome four month contract to Mehek, not merely as a cook, but to be involved in the consulting process specifically for the vegetarian offerings of their Indian Kiosk at the festival, but also, should she be interested, to conduct a number of cooking demonstrations for the masses that attended the event. Her participation in India's Super Cook had more than proven to them that she was up to the task, but ultimately they would leave the final decision to her. She would also have the benefit to visiting their signature restaurants that specialized in Indian cuisine, not limited to Saana, to give her opinions and suggestions on new menu options that they would release on a trial basis during the festival. She would be busy for sure, but to her hearing, the prospect of participating in such an illustrious event sounded divine: a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The contract, they revealed, was one they rarely drew up: specific to the Festival itself, but they would be more than willing to consider a more traditional one if perchance she decided that she wished to remain after the Festival as a full time employee.

And then, with all of this information in hand, a few more days of reflection, and most astoundingly with her family's blessings; Mehek gave the answer her heart had led her to and said yes.

After that no matter what cheap games Shaurya attempted to play, none of them mattered. In fact she suspected that her attitude to his attention seeking antics - her total dismissal to be exact - had the beast of a man more perplexed than anything. She carried herself with such an air, that nothing he did fazed her. Tasks were meted out and challenges completed, and by the time the competition ended, the victory she attained was met with smug satisfaction knowing that she had seen the ordeal to its conclusion, and more importantly knowing the potential of what lay ahead for her was so beyond the farce of Shaurya Khanna's cooking competition.

But then her travel itinerary came and an irrational fear for her wellbeing, looked to bring everything to a standstill. With the need to overnight in New York City, every fear imaginable, and some purely irrational, rose for her safety. Straight away: America, the land of opportunity became one instead, rife with danger for a single woman travelling alone. It was a completely baseless premise, but one that none of her elders could shake. The more they dwelled on it, the more second guessing her family did. And when; brought on by her worry for her beloved grand-daughter, PD fell ill, Mehek felt the dream opportunity beginning to slip away from her. She was devastated.

"What you need is a travelling companion," Rajiv Sir had advised, when in desperation Mehek had sought his advice.

Afraid that the well -meaning man was offering himself up for the task, Mehek, immediately opposed the suggestion. "Sir I cannot possibly think to travel alone with..."

"Nahi, nahi. Please forgive me Mehek, in no way did I mean to infer such. Actually," he continued with a smile, "I may have just the solution for you. Let me just check into it, and if it looks to be a possibility, I will contact your family directly. I am sure however, it will address any concerns they may have. And then, you Mehek dear will be on your way."

*********

She was to find out later, that Rajiv Sir had called in a favor owed to him when a doting husband had contacted him begging for last minute tickets for the not long ago concluded live taping of the finale of India's Super Cook, that the man wished to surprise his wife with when the couple found themselves in Delhi for work at the same time as the show's finale. By acting quickly, Rajiv had even managed to contact the couple before they were about to leave Delhi to return home to Banaras. They agreed to his proposal and so, as soon as it was convenient to the Sharma family, Rajiv Sir had brought the married couple home to meet them.

Even had Sonal not been home at the time, Mehek would have immediately recognized the much adored wife for whom strings had been pulled for purely for her happiness. In preparation of her shaadi, Sonal had swooned over just about everything one specific designer had ever created, so automatically, Mehek became very much acquainted with them as well. The designer, Rachna Tripathi of Banaras Beauty, one of the leading bridal fashion designers in the country, was to be, it appeared, the one who would become her savior. Mehek could scarcely believe that she, and her husband, Kabir Tripathi of KT Creations no less, were here: in her home, proclaiming themselves to be such admirers of her, and that it would be an honor for them to assist her with her travel dilemma, as the couple, in what had to be complete kismet, where scheduled to travel to New York with their children for vacation around the same time Mehek had been. It would possibly mean a change of her departure date, but that was nothing in comparison to the alternative of not going at all.

And thankfully, Mehek thought as her flight gained altitude, it had eliminated the nigh insurmountable impediment that would have cancelled the exciting journey she was now on.

"Di"

Rachna laughed. " Well that's better than Ma'am, but stop already Mehek, it's Rachna just plain Rachna okay?"

Mehek shook her head. "Rachna," she began again, "I really can't thank you enough..."

"Nahi, please think nothing of it; we are more than happy to do this for you. Besides you have given me such incredible bragging rights. My best friend is so jealous. I can just imagine the tantrums Naomi is throwing right now. I'll forewarn you though; don't be surprised if the craziest, green-eyed girl shows up at one of your cooking demos with her husband and children in tow."

Mehek smiled, but said nothing. The best friend in question, Naomi was another fan apparently. The fact that she even had fans was still something Mehek had yet to come to grips with, not feeling as if she was deserving of any sort of celebrity status at all.

"Goodness if you could of heard her ranting whenever Shaurya Ji appeared to be giving you a hard time specifically," Rachna continued.

Mehek deciding that she liked the unknown woman already, smiled.

"Well to tell the truth Rachna, that is one thing I will not miss," Mehek stated, confirming the assumption that the Show's creator had roughed her up often and unnecessarily. "And I especially won't be missing the man in question."

"Aacha, So we can safely assume that you won't be keeping in touch with Shaurya Khanna while you are gone then," Rachna teased.

"Oh God no, that man is officially; categorically in the past. If I never see him again it will be too soon." She stopped when Rachna grimaced. "What..."

"Arrey, never say never, Mehek. I've found that things like that have a weird way of coming back to haunt you."

Mehek shook her head in denial. "Well not in this case, Rachna. I don't think that even fate would be so cruel as to bring that man back into my life," she proclaimed as she settled back for the long haul flight.

Chapter2

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Chapter #18

He pressed a bit more of his weight on her, hoping to thwart the incessant writhing that was sure to do more harm than good, should he give in to the temptation of her movements and respond as his body ached to. However, accepting that her squirming was in no way an indication of her desire, Shaurya knew that the only thing that mattered right now, was for him to show her that this wasn't the complete disaster that she clearly believed it to be. His masculine pride demanded no less.

"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.

Capturing her hands above her head to hold her fast, Shaurya brushed his lips against hers: softly with an infinite amount of patience in order to help her relax; for if nothing else, he had come to know that she loved his kisses. It took a minute or two, but soon he felt the tension easing from her body, and so he upped the stakes; releasing her, and then supplementing his lingering kisses with a sensual caress that began with a soft touch to her face and worked its way down. With an endurance, he would never have imagined he had, he ignored his own desires as he paid homage to her body with his mouth and hands, until he was rewarded with the indicators that hinted to his success in arousing her ardor once more. Nuzzling her throat, he tested the theory and shifted slightly, smiling to himself when Mehek threw her head back, emitting a breathy sigh as she did. In this, she looked to be perfect as well: honest to a fault in her passion. The man who finally took her as his life partner would be the luckiest man on earth, Shaurya thought. Briefly he wondered if after tonight, would she still look to her mystery man. He would be a lying bas***d if he didn't feel some satisfaction that it was him here with her, and not some lothario who had caught her eye. Then again, who would have imagined that egged on by one champagne induced kiss, that their night would end with him being offered what was never, in a million years, meant for the likes of him either. He felt her arms come around him to pull him closer to her, and for a moment was awash with guilt for the way he had beguiled her into this. Had he the slightest bit of honor, he should have discouraged her innocent overtures, not used them to his advantage, but his body had wanted her instantly and still did. In fact, it was laughable that now that she was fully pliant in his arms, that he would be the one to hesitate. And still, despite the fact that she was more ready than even she knew, he couldn't proceed.

"Mehek," he began unsure what he would follow up with considering the precariousness of their position. She didn't respond immediately, too caught up in the sensations he had pressed on her. Raising himself, he caressed her cheek, while trying not to be affected by the way she nuzzled against his palm. For endless moments he remained transfixed at the sight of the blossoming of a woman about to discover her true female power. She was truly mesmerizing

And then the little minx nipped at his finger.

"Oh, for God's sake, Shaurya how much more encouragement do you need to get on with it," she complained, before finally affixing her gaze one him. The tip of her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and Shaurya's breath caught in his throat. Gone in an instant was the chaste girl he feared he may have done irreparable harm to; replaced by a siren, whose sultry eyes made him understand that not only did she know what she wanted, but more importantly, she knew exactly how to go about getting it. The bold moves she made with her hips, that drew him in deeper, made that perfectly clear. He felt the bite of her nails at his nape when she pulled his head back down to her. "Must I do everything, or you actually going to participate in this, Shaurya," she whispered before she kissed him deeply, and with a skill no virgin should ever have known, deliberately matched the rhythm of her swirling tongue to her undulations, when she began rocking torturously slow, against him.

It took a minute, but finally he regained his bearings and took up the mantle in their lovemaking. Inexplicably, when he did, Mehek seemed to revert to the innocent Shaurya knew her to be, a bit awkward in her response, but still incredibly giving. Even her tight hold on him loosened, and when it did, Shaurya raised his head to stare at the woman who shared his bed, and finally he understood when she met his gaze with her tear-filled ones.

"I love you, Dost."

His heart beating wildly in his chest and his body throbbing with unsated desire, Shaurya bolted upright in his bed, unsure as to whether he had just escaped Heaven or Hell. In his imaginings, he had gone where decency had prevented him last night, and looked to have met his perfect match. And now, because the dream had been so convincingly real, he found himself cautiously looking to the side, on the off-chance that his fantasies had been spurred on by actual events. Alone then. He closed his eyes on the discovery, although he wasn't quite sure if it was relief or disappointment he was feeling now. He suspected the latter, which was ludicrous. However, while the physical needs of his body still overruled his brain, he seriously doubted his ability for rational thought anyway.

Fifty-five minutes later Shaurya stopped and, with his hands on his hips walked around to cool down before going back inside. His run should have taken at least the immediate edge off, but alone in the solitude of his property, his thoughts had headed straight back to the night before. Though the insatiable throbbing was now a mere pulse, he couldn't fully escape the aftermath of either his dreams or his memories.

Mehek Sharma: only she could complicate his life like this.

It hadn't even the best of kisses: he somehow doubted that Mehek Sharma was very practiced in this, but somehow had it had been more than enough to shake his foundation. For certain, it had permeated his soul, as he had yet to get it or her out his mind. Okay perhaps he hadn't helped the situation much either, but he had only done what any hot-blooded man would have under the circumstances. Taking the extra step in guiding her into a slower rhythm and showing exactly what a kiss should be, had been second nature. That she was an apt pupil and had left him brimming with the need to be the one to teach her more than she had learned, was his penance. He closed his eyes, recalling when he finally found the strength to step back from her, when those errant thoughts had crowded his mind. Her resulting state hadn't helped: she had been dazed, but completely unrepentant. And damn if that, in itself, hadn't been appealing than nothing was. He had been on fire then, just as he was now. And equally, if not more just as guilt ridden.

He had to set his shower to the lowest temperature possible. If he had any hopes of starting his day, it was time for a tried and true method to cure him of the unabated lust he found himself in the throes of. Now, he just needed someone to knock him over his head, as he had no clue short of a concussion how to extract himself from the memories of her and especially of the erotic encounter his subconscious had created as he slept. He stepped in praying that the icy rivulets would do the trick.

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

"You're not listening to what is not being said, Nehal," Sonal exclaimed. "Just because Shaurya was the perfect gentleman, doesn't mean that your sister acted like a lady last night." She smiled smugly when her best friend cheek's warmed noticeably.

Nehal's mouth dropped open.

"Di!"

Mehek turned her back to the two of them, and began rifling in earnest through her bedroom closet. It offered but a second's reprieve when they encroached on her personal space: one on each side of her, allowing no avenue to escape. They mimicked each other, both crossing their arms as they waited for Mehek to give them some insight into her evening.

She ignored them as she went through every hanger, pulling out one piece after another, seeking the dupatta that matched her suit. Halfway through her belongings, she reached up to throw the stole that had slipped off her shoulder back around her neck. The very one she had spent the last few minutes looking for.

Sonal and Nehal burst out laughing at her.

She finally turned around. "Sonal I only have today to teach you that recipe. Either come now, or don't bother. And you Nehal," she continued to her sister, "Don't you have some errands to run for Kanta Chachi? Need I remind you that..."

"No fair, Di. You just want me out of your hair, so that I miss all of the good stuff you will tell Sonal!"

Sonal spoke up for friend. "Go Nehal. Mehek is right...it's her business and we shouldn't intrude..."

"Okay already: you will find out in a couple of days anyway when the show airs, but he wore blue, so we did end up matching. But that's it; that's all I'm going to tell until we take care of our morning chores." Mehek folded her arms now, and glared at the two girls. "Now the choice is in your hands."

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

"Mehek, I would like to speak to you immediately, after you are done with Sonal."

Mehek nodded in response and watched her aunt vacate the kitchen. There had been a sternness in Kanta Chachi's voice, that neither girl could ignore. For Mehek's part, she expected the grilling that Chachi had put off last night, after she waited up to assure herself of her niece's safe return after her dinner.

Sonal instantly commiserated with her friend. "I expect Chachi is still upset over the time you've spent with Shaurya, but you have nothing to worry about. Obviously, nothing happened, so jus..."

"I kissed him Sonal."

Her friend looked up from stirring the pan simmering on the cooktop. "You what," she hissed. "But...Mehek you do not kiss people...well not on a regular basis. I mean...once, twice tops...Oh my God. What did he do? How did he react? "

Mehek lowered her head, but not before the tell-tale blush had returned to her face.

"Was it a good-night kiss? Did Chachi see you," Sonal implored, voicing her concern. Just the mere thought that had happened was scary beyond comprehension.

Mehek shook her head. "Nahi, we had just finished dancing, and the subject of my leaving came up...and I just couldn't stop myself."

"Wait, you danced with him as well: in the middle of his restaurant, and then..."

"We dined in a private room. It was really, very nice. Anyway, I had asked him to dance."

"OMG Mehek, you really made a move on Shaurya Khanaa?"

"Sonal stop...just listen."

She proceeded to her explain everything: how her slightly inebriated state, combined with the playing of her favorite song had driven her into action of first asking him to dance. She had had no intention of ending the dance with a kiss, but when the opportunity had arisen, she had gone for it.

"And..." Sonal asked...

"He kissed me back. After the initial shock; he definitely kissed me back, Sonal. And then he set me aside."

Sonal stared at her friend in wonderment, for it seemed the fact that Shaurya had backed off had excited as much as their kissing had. "And that's a good thing, Mehek?"

"Haan, Sonal, a very good thing."

Her mind flashed back to the previous night. She had been aware that she was under the influence, something which Daman had basically confirmed in speaking to his employer. It hadn't mattered that much, as she was mostly in control of her faculties; not rip-roaring drunk, but she would agree that it was her condition that had led to her sudden need to dance with him when one of her favorite songs had played. That had not been any part of her strategy of getting more insight into Shaurya Khanna via their shared meal. And forget kissing: that was nowhere on the radar of her plans. But both had happened, and she was glad it had. For one, she had realized that it truly was possible to leave the past behind; her being in his arms had definitely proved that. And of course, the kiss spoke for itself. Or at least to her way of thinking, it had when he had taken over. He felt something for her, this she had no reservations about, but she was sure it was his regards for another that had stopped him. Undoubtedly, he could have enjoyed the best of both worlds, with none the wiser last night, but it had mattered to him that he not betray her: his MS. She could read it in his eyes, as soon as he stepped back.

"Wow, I think I really could use a cold drink about now," she had said fanning herself.

When it looked that Shaurya would use her wish as an excuse to leave, she had held his hand.

"She is a very lucky girl Shaurya, and not only because you're a great kisser, but because you are an even better man. You needn't feel any remorse, Shaurya. I instigated it, not you." She stared at him, as he stood silent. If only she could read minds, she thought. "I won't mind if you want to end the night now, Shaurya, it's quite alright."

He hadn't, although he was much more reserved the remainder of the evening. Complemented by the remainder of their dinner and a couple of tall glasses of lime water, they had kept their conversation to the safe topic of her final appearance of ICS tomorrow and the show's launch party that would be held later that evening post shooting. He was possibly counting the seconds that he could get rid of her Mehek suspected. However, his determination to have her at least on her way to being sober, overruled the clear misgivings he had now, and when at last, he escorted her to her door, she told him as much. "I know it would have been easier just to rid yourself of me, Shaurya, but I'm glad you didn't. I think it would have been a tough sell otherwise, but please don't blame yourself, for anything that happened tonight. Oh, and give your wine steward a break, thik hai?"

He nodded at her. "Good Night Mehek."

He made to leave, when she called him back.

"Shaurya, I truly believe that in a couple of days we will be laughing at all of this, so really, please don't stress over it."

He paused. "And should we not be, Ms. Sharma?"

"Then I will give you one more day to realize what an idiot you are, and wait for you to come to senses."

He raised an eyebrow, but also grinned, which she was relieved to see. "And I suppose that you fully expect me to come around to your way of thinking, I gather?"

"Haan Dost, I do," she answered before she slipped inside.

**********

She had laid out two sets of clothing on her bed: one the seafoam blue and black saree she would make her final appearance on India's Super Cook in, and the second: the dress that she would be wear on what she intended to be one of the most momentous days of her life. If she crashed and burned, at least she will look good. The risk factor had risen, particularly after last night, but she trusted that their feelings would allow them to circumvent Shaurya's initial misgivings of everything she had done. Just as she informed him, she expected that this entire experience to be one, that they would look back fondly on. She placed her shoes on the bed below the dress and the accessories she had selected beside it. The look was perfect, which is exactly what she was going for. Impulsively, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the ensemble and sent it the image to the two women who this would best understand.

...T minus 24 hours to a brand-new memory!

Even though both were very busy women, the responses were instantaneous. She wouldn't be surprised if the pair were together when they had received her chat.

...Rock that dress and that man's world, Mehek

...All the best, but don't forget the lingerie...for you, of course.

Mehek was still laughing when she sensed someone in her room. She looked up and then immediately stood, clicking off her messages as she did.

"Chachi, I'm so sorry... I totally forgot."

Kanta stared at the items spread out on her niece's bed. "It seems you have forgotten a number of things, Mehek," she stated frostily before offering her a stern look, an expression of her absolute dismay with her niece. Without preamble, she spoke what she felt needed to be said. "Shaurya Khanna is not a good man, and yet you have let yourself fall for his charming facade, despite everything..."

"Nahi Chachi, you're wrong, he isn't the same man: believe me. He has shown me nothing but respect since I've been back, and even before..."

Her aunt raised her hand. "You are young and inexperienced Mehek, and I will not see you throw away your dreams and the chance for the decent life you deserve on the likes of Shaurya Khanna. And don't even bother to try and deny this isn't fact. Do you not think I don't know what the three of you girls have been whispering and giggling all week? Sonal and Nehal are not the ones from whom you should be seeking guidance; they know nothing of the world. You have a fantastic opportunity in front of you, and yet none of your elders have heard you express your intentions for when you return to America. I doubt you have even thought about the contract that you are due to hand in in less than a week now."

Mehek swallowed. Chachi was right, but things were just different.

"Actually, it's not something I will want to do. It's a three-year contract, and don't you think that is too long for me to be away from my family?"

Kanta scoffed. "If that was your truth, then yes, I would fully support you, Mehek. At least be honest with me. You have argued the matter all week, at least say that you don't be wish to be away from him."

She couldn't deny it.

"If he was worth anything he would support you career advancement, Mehek, not wish to hold you back. You have made such strides already in the short time you have been away. Imagine the possibilities of how far you can go. Don't give it up for a man who you have no hopes with." She looked at the dress on the bed. "This is not you Mehek. The daughter I've raised would not look to flaunt herself so provocatively, solely for a man." She continued before Mehek would interrupt. "And don't even think to being Nehal into this. Her choices are that, a personal style that has nothing to do with a man. I may not agree with her choices, but there has never been an ulterior motive behind them." She grabbed Mehek by the shoulders. "You have a contract to fulfill, and the chance to make your way in the world, following your passion. Dare I say, you even have the friendship of a decent respectable gentleman who can be of great support to you. I won't lie to you Mehek, it's one like your Chef Malik you should aspire to be with. I would prefer you to be thousands of miles away with someone like him, then next door with the likes of Shaurya Khanna. His truth show out in the end, and I don't want you anywhere near when it does. I fear what it will do to you, beta."

"Chachi," Mehek pled.

"I've said what I've had to say Mehek. I just needed you to hear me out. I understand that you are committed to one final day of that show, but I need you to think on everything I've said. You are my daughter, and I will always only want what's best for you. And that man is not it."

Left alone, Mehek locked her door, needing to be alone with no chance of interruption. Methodically, she packed her outfits away and pulled out the contract she had avoided all week. She read it in its entirety twice and then set it aside. Three years was a long time, but when would she ever get such an opportunity again? The transition had been a lot easier than she ever expected, and although the permanency of the job offer would bring about more change: she certainly couldn't expect to be housed in a hotel suite forever, she expected that she would adapt to that as well. As Chachi had indicated, she had made friends who would be there for her. Although she wasn't ready to sign the contract right this very minute, she realized that she shouldn't discount a sure thing for anyone. There was only one thing left to do now.

... Shaurya, I've made a decision, and it's that I think this online friendship has run its course.

Chapter19

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Chapter #14

The murmurs of appreciation began almost immediately as the audience began filtering into the test kitchen, where they were met with the most tantalizing mixture of aromas that had fully permeated the studio. One by one, as they settled into the preassigned seats that they, as the first live audience of ISC season 2, had been fortunate to secure, did they realize the real treat that was in store for them in a unscheduled pre-shooting portion of the show. One gasp followed another until the room was completely abuzz with excitement as the unsuspecting live viewers realized who exactly was busy at her task in the front of the room.

"Mehek Sharma."

"Oh my God!"

"Did you know..."

When the last of the group finally settled, a production assistant approached Mehek, and fastened a tiny mic to her collar. As soon as he was done the cook looked up and met the audience with genial smile. "Namaste, everyone, welcome to the set of India's Super Cook. Are you ready to watch a new batch of contestants vie for the championship?"

As expected, the crowd responded with peals of enthusiasm. Mehek grinned as a couple waved their ready-made placards for contestants they knew and were there to support. She applauded their efforts in return, and then after letting the group settle down a little, moved to address them again.

"Mehek, I love you! I can't believe you're here," a lone male voice called out.

The cook laughed and waved in the direction of the speaker.

"Well I for one, am so glad that all of you are here: especially right now. You see I am in a bit of a tight spot, here." She took the opportunity to come around to the front of the work station to explain her situation.

"Someone - and for propriety's sake we won't name who- did a great thing in inviting all of you here: your encouragement will be so welcomed by the contestants. But back to the issue. The invitation was sent and then in the most epic of failures; this certain someone, completely overlooked the need to offer you the level of hospitality that should be afforded to one's guests." She shook her head in mock disgust. "He, Mr. Shaur..." she stopped, theatrically covering her mouth, to the hearty laughter her comment received. "Pardon me, I mean the person in question, on having realized his grave error, began doing what he does best: hemming and hawing like a total drama queen, to the point that I had no choice but to step in and take over. As you see by the way I'm dressed, obviously, I didn't come here today with the intention of working in the kitchen, but alas here I am. Thankfully I am just about done, but I could use a little help so I can be assured that I finish on time. I think four volunteers would work. So, any takers out there?"

Who was this woman, Shaurya pondered as he sat in the back watching Mehek Sharma working the audience like a complete professional. He had been sure that she would have balked at the last-minute suggestion that she allow some pre-shooting with the live audience when it had been proposed, yet not only had she agreed, but she had offered her own suggestion on how she could integrate the taping with the script of the first episode. Taking the lead, she had set the production team on a quest to procure a list of ingredients, and then gotten ready well in advance of the show's live shoot. Once ready, she had straight away covered the fetching sky-blue and cream churidar suit she wore today with an ISC apron, and, with her only concession being of keeping a flat pair of sandals hidden on the set, she had headed directly to the kitchen and began her work.

Now they were witness to the results of her efforts. Beside him, the Uday nodded appreciatively at her totally ad-libbed performance.

"This is brilliant," the director who also stood there, added unnecessarily.

Mehek greeted each of the four selected persons: a random grouping of males and females, old and young, and offered each of them their own ISC season 2 apron for their use and as a keepsake. She made time for all of them, answering their questions and posing for selfies and the like, before ushering them behind the main work station.

"Now, I am going to let you on a little secret," Mehek said conspiratorially to the audience. "The very first challenge of the competition is a play on the saying: You are what you eat. However instead of a literal translation extolling the benefits of healthy eating, we are going to ask the competitors to prepare the dish best describes them personally. Now with that in mind, I decided to tackle our original problem of having no refreshments to offer all of you with a similar spin." She held up a tray of already completed confections.

"Laddoos: the perfect welcome gift, and coincidently the name my paradadi, my PD, calls me by. In effect, this would probably be my dish if I was competing today. But then I thought let's have a bit of fun, so, just for kicks, I have whipped up four different varieties to represent each one of us on today's judging panel. A little later, after we have all had our fair share, and watched the competition, we will try to match the appropriate flavor with the judge it best suits. But, to get to that point, first we have to finish."

*********

As enthralled as her audience, Shaurya watched Mehek as she guided her volunteers to the complete the task in front of them, all the while fielding questions from those seated afar. He noticed that while she shied away from any query too personal, she did so in such a way that as not to offend the asker; instead leading them in the direction she wished them to go with her responses. He would never have imagined that the insecure woman he had dealt with last season was now handling an almost one hundred-strong crowd as if they were a gathering of a few close friends. Naturally he couldn't help but wonder what had shaped the change in her. He sensed a movement beside him, and turned his head to see Rajeev wearing the expression of a proud parent; openly finding joy in his protegee's performance.

"Aacha bhai, spill the beans. Who is this and where is the real Mehek Sharma?"

Rajeev chortled. "I would think the better question Shaurya, is why were you so blind not to see her true potential in the first place?" He looked at his watch and then back at his partner. "Personally, if I were you, I would be more concerned of the very real possibility that ISC may turn into the Mehek Sharma show if you aren't careful. Thank goodness she's only here for a week."

"Like hell," Shaurya uttered, but without any real malice. Still bhai had a point, and since it was his show; he had all rights to do what just popped into his mind.

The last of the laddoos were just completed, and Mehek in the middle of explaining that the preparation of so many was actually one of the easier things she had done of late, when Shaurya arrogantly came onto the set and up behind her. Even if the excited tittering hadn't forewarned her, the uncanny feeling telling her that he was near, did. Thus, when the man stepped in line with her, and haughtily asked if she was done wasting time, she could barely hold in her laughter at his antics when she looked at him. He glared a little harder in reaction to her obvious dismissal.

"Ms. Sharma, I asked you a question. Is it okay if I begin filming my show now?" He watched her, increduously as she turned away briefly, ignoring him completely.

"Ms. Sharma..."

He had to stop when the cheeky woman took advantage of his open mouth to pop one of the sweets into it. He was left with no alternative but to chew, unless he wanted to choke. Quickly, he discerned the carrot and coconut flavors in the velvety goodness of the laddoo she had so abruptly offered. It was divine, so much that he could kiss her for creating such bite-sized pieces of heaven. Even if he couldn't speak, his blissful expression spoke volumes for him.

"And for nothing else, ladies and gentlemen that is the ultimate benefit of a good ladoo: it's better than a mute button, don't you think?"

At least, that's what Shaurya thought he heard her say just before she waved goodbye to the laughing audience, offering her hopes that everyone enjoyed the competition as she walked out of view. Damn if she hadn't upstaged him yet again, he thought, as he finished the treat in his mouth.

He flashed a captivating smile at the audience once he finished. "Well, I have to admit that was worth it for sure," he stated as he indicated for the waiting staff to pass around the bountiful trays of sweets Mehek had somehow managed to push out in record time. "Welcome to ISC everyone. Please enjoy the samplings, and we will be back in a few minutes to begin the competition." He would have make sure that some extras were left at the judges' table he thought as he left the stage.

**********

The contestants had settled at their assigned work stations after their individual introductions, and were now waiting keenly for their instructions.

Finally, in charge of his show, Shaurya took the opportunity to greet them on live television.

"Welcome again to India's Super Cook. As is tradition one should partake of something sweet before starting a new task, so before we have some of I have to say, the finest offerings for you should you wish to indulge, provided by none other than our guest judge for the week and current ISC champion, Mehek Sharma. Hopefully they will serve as inspiration for the first task we have ahead for you."

It was interesting, Mehek had to admit being on this side of the competition, as she observed the cooks hard at work. The new dynamic of integrating professionals into the mix, certainly added interest to competition. Already a few were zipping about in the fashion of those used to the fast paced kitchens of the highly ranked establishments they were used to, which made the slower more methodical measures of the home cooks seem infantile by comparison. Still Mehek knew that haste did not necessarily equate to the best tasting meals, therefore she reserved judgment for now.

Mid-way through the timed event, she watched Shaurya stand up to approach the contestants. Instantly Mehek became uneasy, this is exactly how it had begun with her, and she couldn't help but feel wary that she could be watching history repeat itself.

******

Her name was Esha, another chef from Delhi itself, and she had trouble written all over her. A young woman of privilege she was used to getting her way, by any means possible. Incorrigible would be a kind description and worse yet, Shaurya thought, she was far too young to be behaving the way she did. She had been the wildcard of the entrants, but despite her youth and the suspect behavior patterns, they had opted to give her the chance, because of how incredibly talented she was. Perhaps the competition would have her arriving at the conclusion that she was worth more than what she believed. Still, Shaurya knew of all the contestants, she was the one he needed to handle with kids' gloves.

"How are you making out Esha, will you be offering something tasty for us?"

"Positively decadent, Shaurya Sir," she answered aloud, before muttering lower for his ears alone, "You will be dying for more I promise."

He made a point of not reacting. Definite trouble Shaurya thought as he met her blatantly flirty look, before he purposively moved on to the next cook.

Soon enough, time ran out and the four judges were being presented with a variety of plates: every meal was represented from a simple aloo paratha to the very decadent eggless chocolate lava cake prepared young Esha. It took some time after they conferred to come up with a definitive winner, but in the end, they did. Incredibly though it was decided not to announce them. Instead Shaurya, dramatically folded the score card and placed in his suit jacket pocket.

"Let's start with the good news, shall we? Today at least: you are all winners. That's right, There will be no elimination today. No one's dreams will be ruthlessly dashed in this first episode. On the whole, we were all pleased; all of you are indeed great talents. But before your get too excited: just as there is good news, there is bad. The reprieve today will mean twice the heartache next time. The next challenge will bring about a double elimination. And we would like all of you to be prepared for any eventuality. However, you can rest assured that this bad news also extends to us as judges, as if the scoring today is any indication, then it is sure to be very difficult for us to make that choice. For now, I will just say well done, rest up and be prepared for the next round because it will be the miniscule mistakes that may very well result in your elimination. But for today: well done, all of you."

The contestants looked duly relieved, although dubious over what was to come next. As they made to leave Shaurya stood once more.

"However, before we break, I understand there is to be some judging to be done after all, curtesy of Ms. Sharma." He briefly explained to the contestants what they had missed in the preshow taping, and allowed them to discuss amongst themselves, so that they could join in with the crowd in voicing their views. As they did he welcomed Mehek to come from behind the judging desk

"First off, thank you Ms. Sharma for showing me the error of my ways. I was certainly remiss..."

"Nothing to it Shaurya, it's not the first, and unlikely to be the last time you mess up. Mind you, I want you to remember that it was you not I who named you as the culprit."

She stunned him into momentary silence. This new side of her, that allowed her to banter with him so easily, would take some getting used to.

"At, any rate we have four choices: traditional laddoo, a halwa coconut, a sesame nut, and if I'm not mistaken a chili chocolate? I thought the halwa to be my favorite until I sampled that one in particular. Who exactly inspired that sinful creation Ms. Sharma?"

"You would be surprised," Mehek responded wryly, as she turned to address the audience "but, before you get any weird thoughts Shaurya, how about we leave it up to our guests to determine. Have you all made you decisions?"

********

He didn't know what to make of her, Shaurya thought as he entered his home. As enthusiastic as she was on set, she had beat a hasty retreat post production, with the excuse that she needed to spend some time with her family. He would see her tomorrow, but still he could not help the disquiet that being with her was causing. Undoubtedly, it was advantageous to have her back, and thankfully they had been no trouble from Uday's direction, but something was plaguing him this evening that he could not let go.

"Congratulations Shaury, the first episode was just amazing; season two is sure to be a success," his mother offered by way of greeting. She hugged her handsome son. "Actually, I am surprised that you are here. I thought that you would all be toasting such a wonderful showing."

"Nahi Maa, we are actually saving that for a week or so. The network thought it would be better that way."

"Hmm I see." Karuna observed her unusually quiet child, before she spoke again. "Mehek did very well, the both of you actually made quite the tag team. I think I may visit the set next time to visit her. You wouldn't object to that would you, Shaury?"

He turned his attention fully on his mother. "As if I could deny you anything Mom. I'm sure she will be really, very happy to see you. Um, I'll think Ill just freshen up a bit; excuse me."

Back in Old Delhi, Mehek slammed her bedroom door behind her. It reopened seconds later when Nehal slipped in. She was grinning. "Someone has grown a backbone while she's been away."

"Is Chachi angry," Mehek asked her love for her aunty overriding their recent discord.

"Nahi, Mehek, just a little worried. And even though I understand, a couple of times it did appear that there was some harmless flirtation between the two of you. Still, this has been the first time I have seen you defend yourself Di. I'm proud of you even if no one else appreciates it. And deep down I know Kanta Chachi is too. It wasn't all doom and gloom when we watched the show. She was very proud. She just doesn't want a repeat of, well you know."

Mehek, smiled gratefully. "So, it was good then?"

"More than good, Di. You were fabulous."

They pair looked up when the door was thrown open and Sonal charged in. "Have you set your cap at Shaurya Khanna, Mehek, because that man is falling under your spell like a rock thrown in the ocean!"

Mehek laughed nervously as she rushed to close the door that her impulsive friend hadn't. She prayed none of the family had overheard Sonal's absurd declaration. "Don't be ridiculous, Sonal."

"Aacha," her friend answered waving her smartphone in the air. "Well I dare you to watch what all of India has seen this evening. They've uploaded the epi already. It's an all- time record for the network, I think. I wonder why?"

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"Actually, there has been an issue with the jackfruit custard. In all likelihood, we will have to review the offering as it is presently on the dessert menu."

"Oh, I see."

Mehek smiled ruefully. They had all been certain that the special introduction of the custard, as an addition to Saana's signature dessert trio would go over well. A bonus treat offered to the guests during the festival, it would allow the necessary feedback before the decision to add the custard permanently to the menu was made. After all the positive feedback on how everything else had been progressing in her absence, this news was a bit disheartening to hear. Obviously, these sort of setbacks came with the territory, but Mehek couldn't help but feel some disappointment at this announcement. It felt akin to a personal failure that, perhaps she hadn't been able to interpret the treasured recipe as well as she could have. She was certain that she had imparted adequate instructions in the preparation of the dessert, so barring some execution issues, it was most likely that the dish just hadn't been received as well as had been expected. Immediately her mind drifted to what changes she could adapt to make the dessert more palatable.

"The thing is," Malik continued, as he shuffled a bunch of papers he had in his hand. "The feedback..."

Mehek started when her bedroom door opened abruptly and Kanta Chachi surged in. The older woman was terribly agitated to have her suspicion confirmed that Mehek was conversing so late at night. Her true dread, however lay in the identity of the male behind the muffled voice she had overheard.

"Chachi?"

"Beta, you have a busy day ahead; there's no need for you to be on your computer so late," she stated sternly.

Mehek nodded, "Haan, Chachi. Chef Malik and I were just going over some work matters. We were almost finished..."

"Chef Malik," Kanta repeated, more than a drop of relief in her voice.

Mehek turned her laptop to face her aunt, allowing the older woman to view her colleague on the other end of the skype call.

"Namaste Aunty."

Her look totally transformed when the American chef greeted her. "Oh, Namaste, Malik Saab, how are you?"

The chef shook his head at her greeting. "Nahi, Aunty, please no formalities. My mother would be extremely put out to know that I allowed my elder to address me as such; especially, Mehek Sharma's mother," he added with a smile. "She is a complete fan of your niece."

Kanta beamed. "Aacha, thik hai, Beta. How are you?"

"Very well Chachi. I was actually just about to explain to Mehek an issue we are having with her jackfruit custard. In fact," the American chef continued, "it is fitting that you are here as well to hear the news. You see, the thing is, that based on the feedback we have collected here, it's been decided that the sampling portion that we have offered has been insufficient for our clientele. They have been thoroughly frustrated, it appears."

He then went on to read through the numerous feedback sheets they had amassed, venting their guests' dissatisfactions, not in the dessert itself, but ranging from the portion size being lacking, to the fact that the sweet dish wasn't available as a stand-alone item on the dessert menu. The long and short of it was that they wanted more of it, and now. "Frankly we have no choice Mehek; customer satisfaction is our first priority. We will be adding the custard permanently to the menu early, so congratulations go to you my friend. Our only concession will be to delay the roll-out until your return so that you can finalize the plating of your exquisite dessert."

Concluding his spiel, Malik waited for Mehek's reaction. He was aware that his initial statement had bothered his fellow chef, and he was more than happy to have allayed her worry in the best of fashions.

"Meera Bhabhi's: your mother's recipe, Mehek?"

Mehek nodded, still in shock at the unexpected turn from what she had originally thought. "With a little added twist of my own, Chachi, but haan, it's basically Mama's pudding."

Kanta dabbed her eyes before beaming first at her niece and then back at the purveyor of such good news.

"Chachi," Malik declared, "Mehek is totally deserving of this honor, and I wanted to let you know that we already consider her an indispensable member of our team." He looked fondly on his friend who sat beside her relative. "She is very, very special. But you are correct, it is late over there, and I should let her take rest. I just wanted to pass on this good news, anything else can wait."

In a complete about face, Kanta shook her head. "Nahi, beta. Continue as you need too. I will leave the two of you to carry on with your work."

Malik glanced at his watch. "Thank you Chachi, and I promise I won't keep her much longer. As it is, I need to get ready for my next stint: our dinner shift fast approaches."

"Such long hours: so industrious," Kanta murmured. "It must be a challenge for your family to have you gone for such a length of time - for your wife and children, Malik: they must anxiously await your return at the end of the day, I suspect?"

As mortified as Mehek was by Kanta Chachi's flagrant prying, Malik seemed visibly dazed by this out of the blue, line of inquiry.

"Ah well, actually nahi. It's just me for now, Chachi: no attachments yet." He gathered himself quickly, as he continued speaking. "It will take someone very special to understand my level of dedication to my work."

"Aacha, beta, it will. Perhaps even someone who shares the same passions," she cajoled. "But enough of my interrupting the two of you. I will bid you good-night now beta."

Remaining silent until the door closed behind her aunt's retreating figure, Mehek fumbled over her words. "I am, so, so sorry, Malik. I don't know what has got into Chachi, well maybe... Kanta Chachi, well she has been a bit apprehensive of late, something I can only attribute to my involvement in ISC, but still: that was completely uncalled for."

Keeping his own counsel of her aunt wishing to confirm his marital status, Malik instead spoke on the topic Mehek had brought up. "I've seen the commercial; its playing regularly over here now, which makes sense since the show will begin airing in another week in the US. As you can imagine, it's getting a lot of attention over here. And the live show tonight, I'm sure was probably even more dramatic." He continued as he knew that Mehek would not be able to comment on this. "Your aunt probably has every right to be concerned about you. Are you certain you are okay, nothing problematic has arisen?"

"Nahi, not at all. If not a truce, I would say that Shaurya Khanna and I have reached an unspoken understanding now during the filming." She smirked. "And I guess we both see the merit in keeping each other at arms- length once the cameras shut off. Believe me, I am okay."

For now, she added in her head.

*********

Arriving at the station the next morning, Mehek thought back on that portion of last night's conversation. She hadn't lied when she had informed Malik that she was okay, but now, in the light of the new day, it was evident that Shaurya Khanna was not.

Malik's call the night before had been a welcome one, despite being completely unexpected. However, the contact she had actually logged on in anticipation of receiving, had never materialized. As far as she could tell he hadn't signed on at all. Of course, he may have had some work that he needed to care off post filming, but even after remaining online well past midnight, there had been no sign of Shaurya Khanna at all. In her mind, it all pointed to him having some issue that had deluged his thoughts to the point that for the first time in weeks, he had not reached out to MS, not even a message. Unable to even begin to contemplate what this could mean, Mehek had decided that she would have to interact him a bit more today; just to see if she could see where his head was. Conversely, she had also taken the steps, that should he wish to avoid her in front of everyone, that he would have an open invitation to contact his online friend at least. Just knowing that she technically had a week remaining here, meant that should couldn't pussyfoot around in getting the answers she needed to decide whether to take the next step.

She looked more like the Mehek Sharma he knew, by virtue of her dress today, and yet, despite the almost frumpiness of her simple salwar suit in comparison to her previous outfits, he was still finding it difficult, if not near impossible not to be drawn into watching her from afar. Their mutual intent of not approaching each other this morning seemed to be affecting him more than it her, as when, he raised his head, yet again, to check her progress, he noted that she had moved on to another person, yet was no closer to his direction. He could detail everyone she had met thus far, to this point, when she was happily conversing with Rajiv. From where he stood across the room Shaurya easily discerned the authenticity of her conversation with Bhai, and unwittingly he experienced a pang of what he could only describe as a fierce longing to be embodied in the amity the two shared. It seemed special and excepting his recent friendship ...

"Oh shit," he muttered.

The man he was conversing with paused mid-sentence. "Is there a problem, Shaurya," the director queried.

"Nahi, but can you excuse me for a minute. I will be right back."

...I hope everything went well for you Shaurya. Goodnight.

It looked as if MS had not only been online last night, but had waited for him as long as she had been able to, if the time her message had been sent was any indication. Despite the fact that she was still showing online, it was doubtful that she would still be up now, Shaurya thought. He still couldn't believe his oversight.

... MS: Dost, forgive me

...I'm an idiot who doesn't deserve you as a friend.

...Contact me when you read this.

"Did you need to answer that, Mehek?"

"Nahi, Rajiv Sir, it's fine."

When she saw, the man looking at her questioningly, she realized her error. Having witnessed Shaurya, pulling out his mobile, and excusing himself from his conversation with the show's director minutes before, she was positive who the sender of the three consecutive messages she had just received was.

"I mean to say, our conversation is more important, but you are right. The very least I should do is to check." She looked at the device in question and a small smile came to her face. She couldn't help it, and before she had realized what she is doing has responded.

...It's okay Shaurya, we will talk later.

She watched his reaction; the way his brows furrowed, and the fact that he looked ready to respond, when she decided that it would be better to just sign off.

...That glass of water I woke up wanting was perfectly timed I guess. Good Night, Dost.

Reverting to Rajiv Sir once more, she met his perceptive expression, and then handed him her mobile, hoping to dissuade wherever his mind had taken him.

"Chef Malik was kind enough to send me a couple of shots of the comments left by the guests. Some of them are extremely witty. Everything that has happened, has just been amazing, Sir. I would never have believed that one day..."

"Mehek dear, far be it from me to play devil's advocate, but are you certain that these changes are not a result of your growing personal relationship... Of course, I do not doubt your ability, but some men have been known..."

"Nahi Sir," Mehek jumped in, interrupting him, "Chef Malik is truly just a friend, and that...ah well that just now was a separate matter; entirely. They...those messages were from...someone else completely: Trust me."

She had turned quite rosy, under her companion's scrutiny, as she waited for his next comment.

"In that case, I apologize and wish you well with your completely separate matter. So, these comments stem from your jackfruit custard you say?"

"Well after her heavenly offerings of yesterday, I am not surprised. Perhaps Ms. Sharma can be convinced to share this recipe with us as well? Shall we discuss it over a cup of chai in the canteen, Mehek?"

The pair turned to see that they had been joined by Uday. "Rajiv Saab, I understand one of the finance folks were looking for you to discuss some expenses that you had undertaken that needed to be submitted. Since I was heading in this direction, I let them know that I would inform you."

There must have been some truth to his words, as Rajiv excused himself, but not before mentioning that Shaurya had wanted to meet with her, as soon as possible. She nodded, and Rajiv in turn smiled. "You remember his impatience, so don't keep him waiting, Mehek."

"Ji, Sir," she replied. Considering that this was the first she had heard of this meeting she instantly recognized the comment for what it was: an excuse to remove herself from the producer's presence. As such, she looked on regretfully to the man who had made clear his wish to speak to her.

"It doesn't seem that Shaurya is quite ready, Mehek," he said bringing her attention to the man still in deep conversation. "Which is quite fortuitous for me since it gives me the opportunity to meet you. Allow me to add to what everyone surely has been telling you today, and just say how very amazing you are Mehek Sharma."

She held her own for a while, but Shaurya immediately pinpointed the moment when the tone of their discourse must have turned south, when Mehek had lost her smile, right before his eyes. Thankfully he was already heading in her direction, so he hadn't had to make too much of a fuss in approaching the pair. She noticed him drawing near, and immediately executed what could only be her plan to get away from Uday. "Shaurya, I was just telling Uday that you would be looking for me before long. Am I that late for our meeting?"

"I would expect nothing less from you Ms. Sharma, than to be difficult, but, for once not overly much, just a couple of minutes tardy. Chalo we will have our discussion over a cup of coffee."

"Chai..."

Shaurya smirked at her contrariness. "Excuse us Uday."

"On the contrary, I think it would probably be better if I accompany the two of you. Perhaps between the two of us, we can convince Mehek of the wisdom of my ideas."

"Perhaps next time," Shaurya uttered, and ushered her away.

He waited until they had been served in the canteen: he his coffee and her, the chai she insisted upon, before he broached the topic. "I know that you are here for only a short time, but it will be best to try to keep away from Uday, Mehek. I know you probably think I am one to talk, but I don't trust him in the slightest, and neither should you."

Mehek drank deeply of her tea before answering. "And the other women, your contestants; have you relayed this message to them as well, Shaurya?"

He hadn't, because he knew it would be unnecessary, that if anything, Uday would want to create trouble with Mehek specifically. Because of him, and how he had acted during the first season of ISC. He looked down at the table and then met the steadiness of Mehek's stare. "Nahi, because I don't expect that they will have any issue with the man; only you. He told me as much."

She scoffed. "And here I was thinking it was my sparkling personality." She said, effectively shrugging off the warning.

"It's not a joke Ms. Sharma, and I know he said something that made you uncomfortable. Heed my words at least."

"Thik hai, Shaurya, and thank you." Taking another sip of her chai, she let the aromatic brew sooth her, before she spoke again. Admittedly Uday's line of questioning into her personal life had thrown her. It would be foolhardy not to consider Shaurya's advice.

"You've changed Ms.Sharma," Shaurya spouted suddenly.

"How coincidental, I was just about to say the same about you," Mehek countered with a smile.

"But I asked first. So, what is it? What has happened in such a short time that you have become a force to be reckoned with Mehek Sharma?"

"Be careful Shaurya, that question has all the probabilities of turning into an actual compliment. I will really worry should you stoop so low, as to start praising me. But yes, a lot has happened. Far too much to cover over a cup of coffee though."

Shaurya had no idea if she was hinting at something similar, but he spoke before he could think better of it.

"Dinner then. Tomorrow night, after the shoot. You can come to my new restaurant, and let me know what you think of it."

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Shaurya had taken the opportunity to greet most of the restaurant patrons when, shortly after being introduced to White Chilies' head chef, Karan, Mehek had fallen into a deep conversation with the man. Before long, the pair had quite happily excluded him from their discussion; rendering his presence obsolete. Still, as he had meandered from table to table, he had kept one eye on her, if not using the excuse of his guests bringing her appearance into their conversations, than just subconsciously on his own, as he wondered if her enthusiastic discourse with his culinary team meant that she was finding favor in what he had worked so hard to create. Why her opinion even mattered he had no clue, only recognizing that he experienced certain buoyancy in every positive response he discerned: a smile, a nod. Unknowingly mirroring her expressions, he left his reaction open to plenty of speculation by the observant patrons. Now that he was done making the rounds, he hastily returned to the restaurant's open kitchen, which Mehek had respectfully not entered, and listened to her converse spiritedly with the temperamental, yet brilliant chef on the advantages of ensuring a complete segregation of the prep spaces for veg and non-veg foods. The chef, who did not normally take to many, was readily agreeing with her. Yet another who had succumb to the magic she yielded, the unpredictable cook stood as if enchanted; smiling at her words. Eavesdropping on the conversation, Shaurya was shocked to hear the depths of opinion she was exchanging with his most senior staff-member. Clearly, she had moved far beyond the dhabba Bhai had discovered her at, and now even the idea that she had moved to specialize in confectionaries, seemed ludicrous to his way of thinking. Clearly changes in her professional life had occurred to supplement those personal ones she had had been hinting at, and never was he more eager to discover what they could be.

"Mehek,"

Shaurya knew that she had heard him, when she ended her conversation with Chef Karan. The older man had smiled regretfully and then assured her that she would have the most memorable meal, before he had nodded to his employer. When Mehek had turned away, Karan had uncharacteristcally professed his admiration when he kissed his fingertips behind her back. "Cosi Bella, Khanna Saab."

Immediately, Shaurya glanced at Mehek to gauge her reaction. Nothing would surprise him if she had understood the Italian compliment Karan had spouted, but her face was pleasantly impassive; and yes, absolutely as Karan had described. Shaurya turned back to his chef shook his head in agreement, wondering why now of all times, the scales had finally fallen off his eyes. She was indeed a beauty. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he was being hailed, so he moved closer to Mehek with the intent of guiding her toward the staircase that would take them to the private dining area. Careful not to touch her and provide more fodder for an already speculative audience, Shaurya had leaned down and whispered their direction. She startled and turned her head towards him, appearing surprised by his closeness. Their eyes met briefly, before his strayed down to her full lips that had parted when she emitted a little gasp.

He didn't even want to think on the physical reaction that small act had caused. Instead, he swallowed hard. "Walk, Ms. Sharma: please," he practically begged, lest he gave into the temptation that suddenly kissable mouth was, in front of everyone.

**********

He studied the arrangements, using the time to regain the control, he had come so close to losing moments ago. His staff had done well in setting the room for an intimate dinner. They had moved the longer conference style table from the middle of the space to the far end, and had replaced it with a smaller table appropriate for two. It had been set elegantly, yet simply as not to give the wrong impression that their dinner was anything but what they had decided it would be. And yet, when he heard Mehek release a shaky breath, did he become aware of the disquiet she had held in all this time.

"Ms. Sharma, nothing is written in stone. We can return to the main dining room if you wish."

"Oh God, no thank you," she exclaimed. "I've had enough of feeling like I'm living in a goldfish bowl for one evening. That sigh was more for the fact that I've escaped the scrutiny."

She didn't know the half or it. If not merely speculated on, a few of the bolder guest had straight out asked the nature of his and the young woman's association. Naturally he had demurred in responding, but that would not bring a cessation to the conjecture he imagined.

"You may be used to such attention, Shaurya, but..."

"Aacha, I suspect that is not exactly true and that you may aware of your popularity by now."

She thought about it for a second before finally conceding, "Perhaps, but it's not as if my spending every night with you, is a regular occurrence Shaurya." She closed her eyes and instantly turned beet red when she realized her slip of the tongue, "I-I mean out with you," she clarified.

He laughed openly at her: not unkindly, but unmistakably finding humor in her discomfort.

"Thank you, Ms. Sharma; you cannot imagine my relief. I had truly become concerned that it was only I suffering from a loss of equilibrium around you. I'm relieved to know that I can fluster you a little bit at least."

"Let's just blame it on my low blood sugar, why don't we," she retorted unwilling to give him the last word, nor admitting that his closeness had affected her as well.

He grinned. "Fair enough. You're in luck though. From here you have the advantage, and can return the favor. The privacy the room allows one to look down on the main dining room without the danger of prying eyes reciprocating. He motioned her to come forward where she could get a bird's eye view of the restaurant. Together they observed the patrons dining, conversing; a few couples even taking advantage to a dedicated area that allowed dancing to the soothing tunes that played on the background music system.

"Your restaurant really is lovely, Shaurya. And your guests are very lucky that I am not as voyeuristic as some of them gave the impression of being," Mehek smilingly stated, before she turned her back to the scene below.

"Shaurya Sir, Ms. Sharma, some starters from Chef Karan."

Mehek had helped herself to a couple of the tid-bits when she heard the unmistakable popping of a cork.

The sight of the wine steward placing a champagne bottle into the chilled bucket next to the dining table and then approaching her with the tray holding the two flutes filled with the effervescent beverage removed any vestige of the smile on his companion's face. However, since she had the tolerance not to throw the drink that was offered in his face immediately, Shaurya spoke up.

"Non-alcoholic sparkling wine, Mehek," he explained. "I make sure that the restaurant is fully stocked, but again if you don't wish it, I will get them to remove it. It is very good though: even for the pretend stuff."

She accepted his excuse and the glass from the server, who departed with his counter-part, leaving her alone with the restaurant owner. They stood apart awkwardly, until she finally chose to close the distance between them.

"Are we going to be this uncomfortable the entire night Shaurya? Apologizing and explaining ourselves every five minutes," she asked.

"I sincerely hope not, mind you this isn't a position I would have not thought to find myself in, even last week."

"And yet here we are." She took a deep breath and raised her glass. "A toast?"

"How about, to new beginnings, or is that too cliched and presumptuous?"

Mehek offered her flute to clink with his, however rather than taking a sip, she instead raised her glass to her line of sight. "Do you honestly believe that there can actually be such thing as a good pretense, Shaurya," she asked whimsically staring at the bubbly liquid and then raising her eyes to his."

He swallowed the portion he had taken, before warily watching her. If anyone should have just cause to wonder such, it would be her.

"I mean do you think there are some charades that could be considered worthier than others?" She left him contemplating where she was going with the topic, when in place of explaining, she almost nervously took a gulp of her beverage. She smiled suddenly. "Oh, I think that I've got my answer: this is very good Shaurya. I can almost imagine it the real thing."

"Well in that case, then I guess your pondering has been satisfied. There is such a thing." He responded sagely.

"In that case, this is what I propose we toast to instead: to a worthy pretense."

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

Halfway through his second, and her third glass of the almost-as-good-as-the-real thing faux champagne, and over the bread service they had been offered, Shaurya began his entreaty to discover what had intrigued him for days now.

"Haan Shaurya, I did leave Delhi. A most fantastic opportunity came up. One I couldn't say no to. It has been life-changing to say the least."

"For the positive, I take it."

Mehek smiled a little dreamily, "Most definitely. I've learned a lot both professionally and on the personal front as well," she hesitantly added.

The smile he had held froze in place, when she relayed that bit of information. It wasn't what he would have necessarily brought up right then, but now that she had...

"Is it serious?"

She flushed under the force of his stare, and took another sip of the very good drink. "I guess it doesn't make sense pretending I don't know what you're are asking. Intense would be the better description I think. He has a very strong personality, sometimes to the point of being overwhelming, but there's goodness in him as well. Either way, it is very hard to dismiss him."

Shaurya sneered at the thought of the overbearing man, Mehek was describing. He didn't seem a match for the woman before him, at all. Sounding like the atypical bad boy, Shaurya couldn't fathom Mehek Sharma fawning over the type, and yet it was clear that her mystery man had her enthralled. Unbidden, the image of such a man dealing with her on a one on one basis came to his mind, and he found that he had to close his eyes against the sickening vision.

"Shaurya, are you okay?"

"Don't let a man be the wherewithal of your existence, Ms. Sharma; you are way too talented..."

"You misunderstand Shaurya. No commitments have been made on either end as of yet, and trust me I know enough not to take any man's overtures at face value now. Consider it a lesson learned from our last encounter."

He dropped the topic, questioning how she could refer so benignly to the way he had treated her. More than humbled, she left him filled with self-loathing of how he had let his voracity for success lead him down a path where he could have destroyed the life of a decent young woman. His musings, which had him unable to face her, abruptly ended when in an even more selfless move than he could have ever envisioned, Mehek reached across the table to where he held the stem of his wine glass in a vice-like grip. He raised his head when she spoke.

"Don't think on it Shaurya: let bygones be just that. If I can do so, then you should as well. Besides," she continued irreverently, "Your letting me have fun at your expense, this time around is making up for how bad you were before, Mr. Khanna."

They both knew the falsehood behind her statement, but before Shaurya could speak anymore on that, another waiter arrived with their next course. It was damnable timing, as it meant that she was prompted to remove her hands from his. It bothered him that she had done so as if the touch, which had felt like a brand to him, was nothing. Never, had Shaurya cursed the efficiency he had drilled into his staff, than right at this moment.

She inhaled the aroma of the dishes placed in front of them and smiled appreciatively at the waiter, who refilled her wine glass at her request. "Can you let Chef Karan know that if this tastes anywhere as divine as it smells, that I will be calling for seconds. Oh, and please bring us another bottle: it's wonderful."

The attentive server referenced the label on the bottle and then stopped.

"Are you certain Ms. Sharma," the young man queried "Perhaps I can suggest an alternative?"

It was the last straw for a tightly wound Shaurya who wanted to see the back of all his staff for at least half an hour. He snapped his fingers arrogantly "Hello Daman, are you questioning the wishes of a guest; my special guest?"

The young man stood his ground. "Haan Shaurya Sir..."

About to go ballistic, the only thing that could have prevented him from firing the boy on the spot, transpired when Mehek reached for him a second time.

She shook her head to stop his tirade. "I don't doubt that you haven't trained your staff to an acceptable standard. Hear him out at least." She then directed his attention the young man. "Bolo, Daman, is it?"

The waiter, one of the most junior on staff, smiled gratefully to Mehek and then turned back to his boss. He held the bottle so that the label faced Shaurya. "I don't believe that this will pair as well with Chef Karan's entree as something else would, Sir. Perhaps something with citrus notes would be preferable, given Ms. Sharma's preferences." He knew exactly when his boss understood what he was trying to say when the hard man's eyes widened and his nostrils flared.

It was a colossal screw up, and Shaurya knew that he had to shoulder some of the blame for not being aware, but he would surely kill his wine steward tomorrow. What f**king part of non-alcoholic wine had he not understood. He stared across the table at Mehek who patiently waited his reaction. She was the epitome of graciousness, even if she was swaying in her seat just a little, and no wonder, since she had imbibed in almost at least half, if not more, of the bottle of champagne: the real stuff, by herself.

"I think you may be right, Daman," Shaurya conceded. "Thank you."

Mehek beamed at Shaurya after the young server departed. "See that wasn't hard was it Shaurya. And I am sure that I will enjoy whatever he comes up with. Shall we eat now?"

He readily agreed knowing that food would help counter the effects of her drinks. She didn't appear completely foxed, but there was no way he could take her back home in the condition she was.

They talked more as they ate.

"So back to this new-found assertiveness. You have yet to tell me how has emerged so suddenly."

"Well it began with you, Shaurya; you have to know that. But being away from home has brought me a greater sense of independence as well. Obviously, I have made friends amongst my coworkers, but mostly I've been fending for myself. It's been so good for me. I would have remained too sheltered had I stayed at home until such time that my family fixed an alliance for me."

"And is that on the near horizon, Ms. Sharma?"

She chuckled, a low and sultry sound deep in her throat. "I suspect that depends on who you talk to. Chachi, for instance, well I believe she already has her eyes out for someone, but I...I would rather weigh my options for now. My work is very important to me now. I would prefer of course to

offer my input into any choice when the time comes. I would hope that my recent experiences would warrant that at least my opinions would be considered."

"Those types generally do not come up to snuff, Ms. Shama. I wouldn't hedge all of my bets in that direction, if I were you."

"Noted Shaurya, but trust me I know exactly what I am doing. Nothing is set in stone, but should everything fall apart, one day I'm sure he will realize it was his loss." She drank the last of her drink, and set the glass down.

"You really need to make sure they had some of this at the ISC party, Shaurya," she said. "But before that, you really must tell my why it seems that every conversation somehow keeps leading back to my love life. Are you truly concerned about my happiness, or is it jealousy speaking? Have you thought of me as much as I, have you?"

And If that spiel wasn't shocking enough, her next action was, when she set down her cutlery and stood. Two steps was all it took for him to reach his side of the table and when she did she held out her hand "I adore this song, Shaurya. Dance with me."

Janam janam janam saath chalna yunhi

Kasam tumhe kasam aake milna yahin

Ek jaan hai bhale do badan ho judaa

Meri hoke hamesha hi rehna

Kabhi na kehna alvida

She seemed determined to control this dance, Shaurya thought, still too shell-shocked to do anything to support her when she would reach for his hand, as she encircled, touching him lightly and driving him mad with it. Once or twice she would hold his hand and twirl in to him, only to remove herself from the embrace he would captured her in.

Meri subah ho tumhi

Aur tumhi shaam ho

Tum dard ho tum hi aaraam ho

Meri duaaon se aati hai bas ye sadaa

Meri hoke hamesha hi rehna

Kabhi na kehna alvida

Aha ha ha...

She finally stepped into his arms, and allowed them to sway to the music.

"This is the only thing I wasn't sure I could forgive you for, Shaurya," she said with a small frown. "What you did to my uncles was horrible and what you made me do later even worse. But this here; well, this feels really nice."

He couldn't agree more. Having her in his arms felt like heaven.

Meri hoke hamesha hi rehna

Kabhi na kehna alvida..

He closed his eyes when she stepped even closer and rest her head on his shoulder and began singing softly along with the song. Never before, did he want there to be truth in the lyrics sweetly reaching his ears.

Teri baahon mein hai mere dono jahaan

Tu rahe jidhar meri jannat wahin

Jal rahi agan hai jo ye do tarfa

Na bujhe kabhi meri mannat yahi

Tu meri aarzu, main teri aashiqui

Tu meri shayari, main teri mausiqi

"Mehek I..."

"Hush Shaurya. The song is almost over. Just dance. There will be time for talking later, I promise."

"You mean in the next four days before you leave again?"

Talab talab talab bas teri hai mujhe

Nashon mein tu nasha banke ghulna yunhi

Meri mohabbat ka karna tu haq ye adaa

Meri hoke hamesha hi rehna

Kabhi na kehna alvida

His utterance brought her to a standstill and forgetting the music completely she stepped out of his arms. He had sounded as desperate as she felt, and then she before she knew it she felt tears pooling in her eyes. "I'm sorry. If this one big mistake, let's just chalk it up to a life lesson, or the fact that I'm a little tipsy right now. But you are right, I will be gone in four days and before I leave, I just need to know, okay Shaurya?"

"About that Mehek," Shaurya began, hoping to explain the bar mix up that somehow, she was smart to realize had occurred.

He didn't have the chance, and a minute later Shaurya learned that not only was this new and improved version a lot savvier than the old Mehek, but she was braver even more than he was, when she stepped to him and drew his head down to hers and claimed the kiss that he had been contemplating from the moment he had laid eyes on her today.

Meri subah ho tumhi

Aur tumhi shaam ho

Tum dard ho, tum hi aaraam ho

Meri duaaon se aati hai bas ye sadaa

Meri hoke hamesha hi rehna

Kabhi na kehna alvida

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