An off track story on Moran..
Even though, he is utterly ignorant about baking, Karan Shergill or KS is a ceo of chains of top restaurants..
but he was even pickier in dish than a top- class Michelin chef..
While Monami Mahajan despite having degre...
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Continuing from the last part,
The sound of Karan was not too high and not too low, just enough for everyone to hear.
The dropping temperature in the room caused Monami to shake the hand with the spoon and smiled dryly: “KS aap acha majaak kr lete hain.”
“I am not kidding.” Karan picked up a spoonful of rajma chawal and handed it to Monami’s mouth. “This looks delicious and the taste should be good.”
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Monami: “…”
The eyes of the surrounding female colleagues were tied to her, and the male colleagues looked at them with a look of watching a drama. Monami picked up the water glass next to her and sipped: “I can't eat spicy. KS you eat it yourself.”
Karan silently held the spoon, and took back the rajma chawal into his own mouth: “Well, the quality of the staff meal is not bad.”
The chef who received the praise stood proudly: “Thank you for your compliment, I will continue to work hard!”
Female colleagues use their eyes to make silent communication – was KS to examine the quality of employee meals?
Because of the appearance of Karan, people who had been particularly energetic when they eat at the moment do not dare to talk casually. This lunch was particularly quiet.
After the meal, he returned to the office, but before he left, he added another sentence: “Monami came to my cabin.”
Monami: “…”
This kind of “come to my cabin after class” made Monami miss the head teacher in school.
In the eyes of her colleagues with envious or examining or sympathetic eyesight, she liked the clouds drifted into the office of KS.
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Karan was looking at the laptop in front of him. When Monami came in, he called her to sit opposite. Faizi went out appropriately and did not want to be a single dog that was slaughtered.
He now only wanted to hurry to find someone to talk about love, otherwise the job may not be able to continue.
After Faizi left, there were only two people in the room, Monami and Karan.
The feeling of oppression from Karan was too strong, and Monami uncomfortably moved her ass.
The gaze of Karan was mixed with unpleasantness: “Are you not willing to let others know about our relationship?”
Monami’s heart jumped and said: “Nahi aisa nahi hai.., it’s just that your identity is a bit special. I don’t know how to face the people around me.”
