Chapter 3

Mina420

@Mina420

Chapter 3:

Job interview

Geet was jumping and screaming up and down the place. 'Wow, bistro manager. Kya baat hain, Geet. Just finished training as a chef and got you first job already.' She quickly dresses up. She went for a simple red anarkali with little makeup and red stud earrings. She quickly said a prayer to her beloved Babaji and left. On her way she remembered the caller. His voice seemed somehow familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her trail of thought was stopped when the taxi halted in front of Khurana Mansion. Geet was mesmerised by the mansion. 'Looks stunning from the outside, wonder how it will look from the inside.'

When she reached the door she knocked gently as if the door was of glass. She tried harder and heard foot steps. The door opened and a servant looked at her. 'Yahin Dadima ki khaas mehmaan hogi.' Nakul thought.

He showed Geet in and made her sit. While Geet was taking in the beauty of the place, Nakul quickly called Dadima. She was in the kitchen and purposely shifting around stuff. When she heard that Geet was there she went to greet the guest.

'Yeh dadima kitchen mein kya karrahi thi???" Nakul thought.

Geet turned hearing footsteps approach and when she saw the old but royal looking woman she couldn't help but think of her own Dadi. She instantly touched her feet. "So sorry ma'am" Geet said after she realised that this was not her Dadi but her employer.

"No it's ok. It is nice to see that today's generation haven't forgotten about their values. Accha beta yeh batao, aap ko kya kya pakana ata hain?"

"Ji ma'am, mujhe Indian, Chinese, Thai aur Italian banana ata hai"

"Italian bhi?" Dadi smiled. Italian was Maan's favourite.

"OK toh hum aap ki test lenge. Make me any Italian dish. Your choice. The ingredients are in the kitchen if you need anything then ask Nakul." She asked Nakul to show her the kitchen. Dadi was on cloud nine. Geet was everything she wanted as her bahu. Tradition yet modern, a good cook (which is still to be proven but she has faith in Geet) and most importantly she is not afraid of Maan. More over she looks very pretty, too.

Thirty minutes later Geet came out with an apron on and a plate in her hand. She was nervous. The entire ingredients in the kitchen were messed up but she still managed. Dadi looked at the food from all angles as if she was some expert. Then she tasted it and stopped. Geet started to sweat. 'Oh no. Yeh rukh kyon gayi??? Hey babaji bachao.'

Savitry Devi was no big fan of Italian food but what she just tasted made her change her opinion immediately. The pasta was simple yet so delicious. She could actually feel every taste bud on the tongue tasting the food. It was delightful. Now she was even happier. If Maan tasted this once, he will never eat somewhere else again. She kept the plate down and hugged Geet. Geet who till now was on the verge of crying was taken aback. Dadi quickly let go and said.

"Wah beti, kya khana hain. Hume aap ko bistro manager ki job deni thi leking humain lagta hain ke yeh kaam aap ko suit nahin karega." Geet's eyes started to well up. Dadi saw this and quickly added: "Hum chahte hain ke aap apna khud ka bistro khole." Geet's face lit up but then she said:

"Leking mere paas itne paise nahin hain." Geet reasoned innocently.

"Nahin nahin, mera matlab hain ke humare office main ek floor khaali pada hain. Waha aap bistro kholenge only for office staff. You don't need to pay rent and you can keep all the profit. But yes, you have to keep the bistro in the building for at least a year. Manzoor hain?"

Geet nodded like a small child who will listen to all conditions of her parents for her favourite ice-cream.