~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
Best Ranking : #1 in ShraMan #12 in General Fiction
Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
Been a while, I guess my leave of absence just keeps getting longer. But trust me when I say this, I'm trying to keep doing this and with as much zeal as possible. Maybe this is foreshadowing, but I will work towards this story with a more determined approach.
Moving on, the previous update was love, mush, and a lot more. Thank you, everyone, who not only read it but also took the effort to vote and comment. Even though I may not have replied, I would like to thank all of you for your kind words!
Coming to this one, Firaaq - Separation or absence, kind of gives away what ensues. As many of you have guessed, the story is on its way to culmination. Although initially, the plan was about 50 chapters, I may do away with it earlier if the story doesn't have more to tell. Even though this one is all about yearning and family, take this as a step closer towards the absence of Alfaaz. With that out of the way, without further ado, here's presenting, Firaaq!
P.S.: Not proof-read, please point out mistakes if any.
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She strongly believed that anyone could make great food and anyone could be a spectacular cook by learning a few tricks of the trade. However, she also advocated that in order to be an exemplary chef, one needn't have Michelin stars; what was indispensable was to make delicious food with simple ingredients and vivid flavours. It could be the simplest of dishes, a plate of rice even and yet with panache and skill, it could take a person to food paradise.
When she started her catering service, little did she know her food would take the Delhi circuit by a storm! Her catering service was now a small part of her business empire. Her restaurant in Delhi had become a sleeper hit and she was on the way to franchise her brand to two major cities of the country. Mumbai and Kolkata had long been known as a foodie's delight and Suman's artistic culinary skills were all set to find footing into the bellies of the cities of dreams.
'The GIRL in the Kitchen' was what started as a simple outdoor café but now was considered to be in a league of its own with its affordable fine dining experience. Suman couldn't have been happier. She fished out her phone and pressed the speed-dial, as the ring went through she thought of the time when she was looking for a quirky name and Shravan had suggested what was now the brand image of her restaurant chain. He had said it would stand as a symbol of equality, it would help shatter machismo and placate feminism. She wasn't sure of it until he mentioned how true it was, she was a girl, a boss in her kitchen and that's when it hit her, Shravan was right, this had the right amount of quirk and symbolism.
"Hey! How is my girl today?" He whispered.
The timber of his voice was sufficient to raise the most carnal desires in her. She didn't admit it to him, but she loved it when he called her his girl. It did things to her that she never felt before. "Your girl is perfectly fine and heading to Mumbai for the opening."
