One Shots | Channa Mereya

#3 | OS | And then he met her

Hello readers,

I was surprised at the response I got for the previous two One shots. I was expecting like 10 to 15 people to actually read it. A pleasant surprise!

Coming to this OS, it is purely based on the promo above. I had super high expectations for a unique story but we got the regular ITV storyline. Although so far the scenes between the main protagonists have been fairly void of forced misunderstandings and very very cute & aww-worthy. 

Happy Reading!

~ OS ~ |  And then he met her ~

Aditya Raj Singh had never had anything easy. As a young boy he had learnt an essential lesson all too soon —only the fittest survive. People don't think twice before pulling you down the podium to find a place from themselves up there.

As a teenager who always wanted to get away from his hometown and his so called family. His mother was gone. The only person he could truly call his own. Presently there was only one more person in the world that he respected and loved, his grandfather. His father was a good as dead to him when he had left his mother and married the woman he had an affair with. Aditya hated his step mother and his half brother. His family was the root cause of his misery. As a result it was his dream to go away and flourish.

As a young boy he had spent a lot of time with his mother in the kitchen. After separating from his father, his mother took up a humble living. She ran a tiffin service from home. Aditya did all he could to help her and make her life easy. In the process, he ended up learning the art of cooking. And after his mother passed away to cancer, he decided to become a chef. Much to the annoyance of his father. 

Aditya knew he was blessed. His mother always said that he had great sense of smell and taste. But what he also had was all her tiny secrets to make food delicious. He worked hard, learnt different cuisines, perfected the culinary art and paved his way all the way to Canada's master chef. 

But one remark from a fellow contestant wounded him. The remark was— he could never achieve all of this back home. For some reason Aditya felt hurt. Maybe because there may have been little truth in the remark. That day he realized that he was still lacking a clear goal in life.

When Daadji called him back he surrendered. He felt he had lost his purpose in life. His mother would have wanted him to stay close to his roots. His mother never stepped out of Punjab. Her hometown was her home. In his blind madness to runaway from his father, from the facts of his life, he had also distanced himself from the one thing that kept him alive. His mother's memories, his mother's love. 

Aditya didn't know if that empty feeling would ever end. His life lacked purpose. His life lacked love. He had no reason to live. What was the meaning of living such?

Daadji's idea to start a hotel distracted Aditya from that ugly feeling that had begun to gnaw at his soul. The feeling of being empty, alone and abandoned. 

And his research for the best had bough him to this humble place of eating, a dhaba. He had heard a lot of good about the food. He decided to try it himself. The place wasn't hygienic, was clearly not the best dining ambience and had a very long waiting time. Aditya had already decided this was a bad idea.

Then he saw her.

The woman who ran the place almost single handedly. She was running to and from from the kitchen to the outside. She was the one who was cooking, platung and serving. Occasionally she stopped to reprimand her brother who was clearly not being a good waiter. Her mother stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables. A home run business it was that would clearly close sooner of things went on this way.