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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘-01
𝗦 𝗘 𝗔 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡  𝗧 𝗪 𝗢  𝗩 𝗦  𝗦 𝗘 𝗔 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡  𝗙 𝗢 𝗨 𝗥

-Wɪᴛʜ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ-

━━━━━━━━| Shivaangi would have never thought. She had like the best day yesterday, she was on cloud nine with the compliments she received from the chefs as she was chosen as the " cook of the week". Her fanbase was cheering loudest for her in every platform they could find made it even more special.

She had shoot the very next day too for the next episode of cook with comali. Everyone had a teasing smile when announcing that too her,from the camera man to her brothers.

When she saw most of higher production staff was on a call with cooks from 2nd season,she should have guessed.
When her mother compelled her to wear a saree which was sitting untouched in her wardrobe all this years, she should have guessed. When her brother was laughing around the house like mad man shouting " my ps partner will be back", she should have guessed.

When she saw a very familiar mahindra thar parked in the reserved parking lot the very next day after every strange thing happened, she should have guessed. When they were given new rooms for getting ready and dressing up, she should have guessed. When the production said that they have a suprise today, and they are meeting someone special,she should have guessed.

But she didn't and here she was, absolutely stunned amd horrified when rakshan announced it was a season two vs season four episode and some people from the season 2 will be competing with them this week.

The thought of being close to him scared her, she couldn't handle another heartbreak. She was so sure that she would once again melt in his eyes.she doesn't want to break him, she couldn't lose him, she couldn't lose the person who gave her his world and trusted her with it.

She was in the back of the kitchen, waiting for her name to be announced by the anchor of the show, her brother. She wished that the ground would swallow her, she couldn't just processes anything in front of her, her mind travelled back to the night, when he said goodbye and left without giving her a reason.

Her eyes unknowingly moistened, the memories started to eat her as she felt suffocated standing there. She tried to bring her old self back,she knew that she couldn't stay like that forever but how could she forget everything and move on like nothing happened? She doesn't know the answer to it.

But if someone questions her,

"Ashwin, after all this time?"

"Always" would be her reply, no matter what he has done, no matter how much he has damaged her soul, mind and heart, she could never ever stand up against him.

Well how could she? She stood up with him all this years.

There he was standing like a mannequin, wearing a pale yellow shirt paired up with a pure white veshti with pale yellow and gold border, he was still wearing religious thread and his silver kaapu in his hands, it was both a gift from her, his sandhanam was slightly smuged with kumkum on his forehead, he was just the perfect reflection of the look she imagined on him for their wedding, a sad memory.

Her chain of thoughts of broken by rakshan welcoming the cooks to the kitchen, It was time to face her past, it was time to face him. She could do this. This should be a peice of cake. She put on a happy facade for 2 years now and one day should be fine.

Rakashan:let's welcome our chellakutty, previous week winner of chef of the week, sivaangi along with V.J.vishal to the kitchen please.
Rakshan finished as the kitchen broke into a fit of applause to welcome their chellama.