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by unwritten_character

Rehaan's Pov

She's here. White crop top and black waist jeans. Hair in tight ponytail.

She walked inside with hesitation. As if she came here with wrong intentions. My grandma looked at her in surprise and Suhana smiled in return.

My grandma's gaze fell on me. She instantly knew it was me who brought her here.

I walked to her, "how do you know" I asked in pure confusion. She smiled, "if not you, who would" I couldn't take the look in her eyes so I looked away.

Suhana was just standing there smiling at both us. I cleared my throat and speak, "I'll let you meet the other chef that'll help you" She nodded and followed me.

After few steps she speak, "Your grandma is very cute" She's walking behind me so I can't see her but I can picture the smile on her face.

I didn't say anything because I don't know how to have these kind of conversations. I kept on walking.

After few more steps she speaks again, "your home is pretty" this time I couldn't help but uttered, "it's not a home, Suhana" It slipped from my mouth before I realised it. I started walking fast so she won't get a chance to reply.

"This is the kitchen" I looked at her and she smiled at all the staff, "Hello everyone I'm Suhana and I'll work with you for few days. I hope you'll enjoy your time with me" everyone clapped and welcomed her with open arms. I turned and walked away with a smile that seemed to make it's way whenever she's around.

I can hear her voice coming from the kitchen and I can hear everyone laughing and enjoying their time with her.

"What's that noise" Adil walked in the living room and sat beside me. "The chef" Waliyah- replied with an irritated tone. "Isn't she too loud" My mom stood from her chair in frustration and walked to the kitchen.
I followed her.

"What's the noise about" she walked in the kitchen and asked. Everyone fell silent. Suhana smiled and politely greeted her, "I'm sorry mam. We were just deciding on the menu" my mother looked at her as if she has said something offensive. "Isn't it for us to decide" I couldn't help but interrupted, "No mom" I paused then continued again, "It's the chef's job" my mom and Suhana both looked at me in disbelief and I avoided eye contact with both of them.

"Let them do their job" I said again. My mother looked at me but didn't said anything and walked out of the kitchen. I looked at Suhana, "keep your voice down" I whispered. She nodded at me and this time she looked at me very differently. As if she might hate me a little less.