Mallika Singh, a 22 years old, is an ambitious dancer. She is combination of beauty and brain or someone who should be called as "Perfectionist". She is a positive girl with curious mindset. She is quite sarcastic and philosophical if she wants to...
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We both served the dishes made by us to Mr. Stanton. We both had made same dishes - Chicken Butter Masala with Nun and White forest cake. Sumedh too had made Chocolate excess instead of white forest. To be honest, I was really excited as well as nervous about the competition. I wanted to win this game so much. I couldn't help from keeping high expectations of winning this game.
As Mr. Staton began to taste the dishes, I closed my eyes and prayed inwardly to make me the winner at the end. We both were standing just infront of the table of Mr. Stanton along with other stuffs of this restaurant. My heart was thumbing against my ribcage as I could feel both excitement and fear together. I silently kept sending prayers to the God continuously.
After he finshed his plate, he looked at me first with a stern expression. I immediately started to doubt if I had mixed up anything extra to make the taste bad. Then his eyes moved to Sumedh who was standing beside me. Seeing his features, he looked completely relaxed. He didn't seem to be stressing out like me. I rolled my eyes groaning slowly.
"He is ridiculous." I mumbled under my breath gritting my teeth together.
I jerked away my eyes to make them fixed on that person who cleared his throat to gain our attention. He looked very intimidating with his muscled arms and huge body. He had dark skintone and he looked to be around his 60's.
"So..." The man began.
"So ?" I repeated.
"So, the winner is..." He paused to send me a grin. I pretended to smile a little in his direction.
"It's actually a tie." He spoke.
"Tie?"
"No"
I and Sumedh both shouted at the same time.
"Yes, it's a tie. Mr. Spencer has made the Nun with Chicken Butter Masala better whereas Mrs. Spencer, you have won in the round of desert. So ultimately, it's a tie." He replied with a smile.
"Tie.." I dragged the word sounding bit upset although I was not.
"It's fine. I am glad to have this honour of making something for you, Mr. Stanton. Besides, I am absolutely flattered to get compliment from you. Thank you very much." I genuinely thanked him and shook hands with him. Sumedh did the same and talked about something related to their own buisness. As he walked away after biding us goodbye, I held Sumedh's wrist and dragged him in a corner.
