Ishqbaaz os writing challenge!

Entry 1

So here's our 1st entry! Lots more to go.......enjoy!!

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ShivIka OS- India VS America...or INDICA.

Shivaay Singh Oberoi:- A young and successful chef of U.S.A. He comes to visit India. He is a specialist in American cuisine.

Annika:- A beautiful girl. She runs a Dhaaba with her uncle. She cooks Indian food!

It was a bright morning. The sun was shining at its best. A young man with a black shaded goggles was standing at the airport. He took out his i-phone 7 plus and checked the time. The time on the screen changed his nil face into a frowning face. He was very punctual and he believed that time is money. Suddenly a car came crashing down the road and stopped in front of the man. He looked at the driver and gave some death glares. He leaped in the seat and started for the destination. The car stopped in front of a large hotel....it was Hotel Grand. He came down and all the media persons circled him and began to ask questions....
"Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi, how do you feel coming to India after so many  years?" A journalist asked him. He was irritated for being late and now he has to give answers. He shrugged his shoulders and said..."I am feeling ANNOYED!" He went up the luxurious stairs and reached the royal kitchen of Grand. All the chefs welcomed him with a warm smile while he maintained an air of aloofness. Chef Vikram was his best friend. He went and hugged him. Shivaay hugged him back with a wide smile.

Vikram- Toh bol kaisa hain Shiv?

Shivaay- I'm fine Vicky, how are you?

Vikram- Main bhi thik Hun yaar. Accha tu ja humare hotel ke washroom me jaake fresh ho ja. Hume yaha se Hyatt Grand Jana hain....kaha tha na Maine ki waha ek meeting hain saare chefs ka.

Shivaay- Ya...I remember. Main fresh hoke aata hun.

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In the side of the road a Desi Dhaaba is seen. A Punjabi Sardar is giving food to all the customers.

"Arre O Annika puttar, jaldi lassi leke aa" The Sardar called out.

And then a girl came running. Her shiny black hair flowing in the air, the resonance of her anklet mixing with the sound of her stone-studded earrings. She wore a olive-green Kurta with red Patiala and red glittering dupatta. Two big glasses of lassi were in her hands. She gave it to the costumers. Everyone was so cheerful.

On the other side, Shivaay and Vikram were in car going towards Hyatt. Vikram was really hungry. He said the driver to stop at a Dhaaba. Shivaay tried to stop his friend but he didn't listen. 
They stopped at a Dhaaba...and Shivaay was irked. He was from America...he didn't liked such tacky places.

They sat on a bench. Vikram started laughing as he was really happy by seeing the surrounding. Whereas Shivaay was irritated by the atmosphere.

They ate food and Vikram was contented, cause he liked the food very much. Shivaay loved the food but he didn't showed it because of his reserved nature. Vikram requested to call the cook who made the food.

And then Annika came there, and Shivaay saw her. Her dark kohled eyes, her peach coloured lips, herpleasant smile was a casting a spell on him. He wasglad that he met her. 
Annika looked at Shivaay. She didn't saw anyone so quintessential in every way. He was flawless. Hislovely blue orbs, milky white skin and sharply cut lips were magical. First she misunderstood him as an American. But then it got cleared when he heard him talking to his friend. She could only hear his voice but couldn't reckon what he said. Vikram came and gave an offer to Annika to cook in Hotel Grand. She was so delightful. She hugged her uncle and Shivaay drooled over her. The tilt in her lips when she smiles, is indescribable. They said that she can join from tomorrow. She nodded and smiled. Before going, Shivaay stole some glances with Annika. She blushed a bit.