Vanilla Chocolate

Chapter 4

(DEEPIKA POV)

"Hotel Paris Prague, huh..? One of the five star hotels in the Prague which built by the renowned architect, J.Vejrych in 1904, the interior designed by A.Pfeifer and the ceramic mosaics used mainly to decorate the hotel restaurant's interior are by J.Kohler...?"

I stated some fact about the hotel in one breath to 'Mr.Dhawan' as soon as we entered the room. 'Mr.Dhawan' seems impressed with it but he acted cool like he didn't hear anything. I saw he gave some money to the worker who bring some food to the room and put it on the table at the balcony.

"Sit here and eat that. He will come in few minutes from now."

"He..? Oh, Mr. Kapoor huh..? Come let's eat together."

"No, I'm fine. Sit and eat your food."

"Okay."

I sat on the chair and make myself comfortable but one thing that makes me uncomfortable is the food! Not vegetables, please. I don't like it that much. I asked 'Mr.Dhawan' whether I can change the menu or not.

"Can I have something else, please?"

"No. Just eat that."

A stern reply from 'Mr.Dhawan' before he busy with his iPad again. God, why everyone so serious in here? I'm so hungry and really want to eat but I don't want to eat veggies. I took the spoon and pushed the broccoli and other vegetables and making pout when someone approached me.

"Don't eat it if you don't want to."

I quickly acted like I was eating the broccoli and enjoyed it. And guess what, there he comes. He sat on the chair in front of me and for God sake, can't he smile a bit?

"Don't eat it if you're not hungry."

"It's fine. These green things are very delicious..!"

I 'praised' the food.

"I caught you played with it and you're not eating it."

He said to me with a serious face plastered on his face.

"No, I'm not..."

I tried to deny but okay, he caught me.

"Okay, let me be honest with you. I don't like veggie..."

"So?"

"So...can I have something more delicious than this? Like burger, pizza..."

"No."

"Why?"

"Listen, we're here not to enjoy the scenery or whatever. You need to listen to whatever I say and you need to do everything according to the plan. Understand? Parineeti, teach her about some manners."

He ordered. Please, not to enjoy the scenery and you're saying this when you're in Prague? He must be crazy. And plan? What plan? And did he just indirectly say that I don't have any manners? How rude!

"Hello, mister. What you mean by 'teach her about some manners"? You're the one who need to be teach about manners, not me."

I stopped him. He looked at me first before sat on the chair again.

"Excuse me?"

"I said...you're the one who doesn't have the manners and why should you asked someone to teach me about manners?"