A LIE TO LOVE ❤️

Part # 12

Randhir's idea of WhatsApp group worked well. She had been executing it since a week and it helped her in increasing her order flow. She served a minimum of 12- 15 orders per day. Randhir's order used to come in every day. He was her first guest.

As she had the WhatsApp group going on, there was one thing that concerned her. It was Randhir's absence in it. When she asked him about it , he said that the social networking did not interest him. His reply somehow didn't convince her .

"Come on. It isn't that bad. You can stay in touch with just your fingertips", she justified.

"I do not believe in shrinking the atlas and at the same time being a stranger to my own neighbour . I don't want to stay electronically connected through an App but I want to stay emotionally connected through the heart.", he chipped with a smile. His words touched her . She found his point valid.

"You make sense ", she smiled.

"Thanks ", came in the response.

A week later.....

It was a busy day for Sanyukta. She was struggling to put things together. She had 4 orders of Margherita Pizza and 5 orders of Cauliflower Pulao. As she wiped her sweat away , she heard the doorbell ring. She still had 20 minutes time left to deliver the order. She prayed it shouldn't be the person for take away. As she opened the door, she saw Randhir standing at her doorstep with a smile.

"May I come in, Ms. Chef ? ", he smiled.

"Sure.", she smiled back.

"Looks like a hectic day", he raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah .. Have a seat", she gestured him towards the sofa and ran into the kitchen.

As she was rolling the dough for pizza, she heard Randhir walking into the kitchen.

"How may I help you?", he asked.

"No Thanks. I will manage", she replied trying to pull out the hot Pizza stone with bare hands.

"Careful!!!!!", Randhir shouted and hurriedly fetched her gloves for her . She managed to get a box and packed the pizza. She then hurried towards the stove to check on the rice.

"You are unbeatable ", Randhir looked at her in awe.

She winked at him and ran to get the Cauliflower florets . It was easy and fancy to cook 3 or 4 servings , having more than half hour for each dish. But to make 12 servings it required a lot of multitasking and planning. And Randhir felt that she was nailing it . He helped her to gather the items and packed the things for her.

It was around 9 P.M when she packed her last order. Yoyo , who had come to deliver the order did not fail to throw a skeptical look at Randhir before leaving.

"Ufff", Randhir huffed after completing the last order. He was just moving around, getting things for Sanyukta , while she did everything.

He looked at her admirably while she arched her body and stretched her arms. It was surprising for him to see how well she managed and how beautifully she brought out a dish. He felt that she was not just a chef but an artist who crafted even the minute fragment of food with utmost perseverance. He lost himself in her, in her determination and in the way she loved her dream.

He rested his palm on her kitchen countertop and sat on it with a low thud.

"Whoa!", he exclaimed. "You are a monster in the kitchen. A sugary cute little monster", he smiled.

"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment ", she chuckled.

She then checked the messages in her personal mobile , placed it on the table and excused herself for a short refresh. When she returned to her living room after a few minutes, pat drying her face with a towel, she noticed Randhir meddling with her phone.

"What are you doing?", she asked in panic.

"Just surfing through the messages.", he replied absentmindedly.

"That is my mobile. How dare touch it? ", she asked with her face reddening in rage.

"Cool down Sanyukta . I was just kidding. I had dropped it by mistake and I was just placing it back and checking if the display is okay ", he replied calmly.

She looked at her mobile and hit her head. "Sorry", she replied smiling sheepishly.

"It's okay ", he smiled back feeling a massive relief that she accepted his lie.

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