An expert in his own field , Reyansh Sharma owns a small eatery near a beach in the the busy city of Mumbai... Crafted with excellent skills in cooking he always creates a masterpiece in everything he does...
On the other hand ; Priyanka Ryankoi...
The evening had arrived. It was time for people to come and spent their special hours with their special ones at Marine Drive...
A large crowd had gathered in front of a small eatery which was well decorated from outside...
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Imagine the eatery to b like this...
Everyone was very eager to get their dishes and there was a constant sound of orders coming from them
"Reyansh mera wala do na..." "Reyansh nhi mere wala..." "Reyansh one cold coffee pls..." "Reyansh one plate of Steamed Momos pls..." "Reyansh one Royal Falooda with ur spl sprinkles..." "Reyansh..." "Reyansh..." "Reyansh..."
"Haa Haa baba... Sabko milega... Thora sabar karo... Apne Reyansh p bharosa karo and everyone will hv their fills..."
The customers stopped and a wide curve appeared over their faces... After all no one could deny the word of their favorite Reyansh.
Reyansh's POV :
The smile which appears on the faces of these people makes my day. I love cooking but more than that the love that these people shower on my dishes makes my heart flutter... Anyways I started to cook.
I lighted the gas and put up a frying pan. I landed the batter of besan and onion to make some tasty Onion Pakoras
I knead the dough for making momos , stuffed the stuffing and put it inside the steamer...
I started my work for making the Royal Falooda with boiling water and adding fine vermicelli (sevai) to it
I took another pan and added some chicken into it for making crispy chicken cutlet...
Then , I added ice cubes in a blender jar and added coffee, milk, honey, cream and about two tablespoons of ice cream to make my special Cold Coffee...
After a while all the dishes were ready and I was ready to serve my customers with their orders...
I called out "Orders ready hai.."
It was not late before flocks of people came dashing to the counter to take their food
"Reyansh mera Onion Pakora..." "Haa Haa... Ye raha hot piping Pakoras... Eat with pleasure..."
"Reyansh mera ek plate Steamed Momo.." "Haa here u go..."
"Iye lijiye ek plate chicken cutlet and cold coffee..." "Thank u Reyansh..."
"Aunty iye lijiye apka Royal Falooda... Do enjoy it with uncle.." "Tumne tumhara spl sprinkle dala h na !?" "Koi shak !?" "Re Reyansh tumpe shak karunga itne bhi bure din nhi aye mere... And also agar tum jese handsome log mujhe aunty bulayenge to kam kese chalega !?" "Ohh to Miss bulana thik rehega kya !? And also aj Uncle k saat movie dekhne nhi jaa ri aap !? Ya late night movie ka plan h !?" I said with a huge smirk... "Haat... Shaitan kahika... Wese... Late night movie ka idea bhi bura nhi h..." She replied blushing real hard...
"Reyansh... Mera wala..." "Reyansh... Mera de do na hostel lautna h..."
"Haa Haa... Iye lijiye... Iye lijiye.."
After a while I had finished serving almost everyone and was starting to put the second batch of pakoras and cutlets into the pan...
Looking up I saw all my customers eating with great pleasure as they always do , some feeding their loved ones and the others enjoying the evening tea with their frnds with a great lot of stories and piles of laughter... "This is real happiness..." I whispered to myself as I brought down the momos from the steamer...
Through my work I looked outside to find a group of small boys in torn and tattered clothes looking up at my counter... Their gaze told me that they r were really hungry...
I took a platter of Samosas and some other snacks and went towards them...
"Iye lo..." I forwarded the plate... They hesitated... "Re kya hua !?" I said looking at them... "Hmm samaj gya m... Tum logo ko bhaiyaa ka khana pasand nhi h na... Isliye nhi le rhe ho... Thik ha agar tum log chahte ho ki bhaiyaa dukhi rehe to yahi sahi..." I put up a gloomy face and pretended to b real sad... "Nhi nhi bhaiyaa... Apka khana kise pasand nhi !?" The kids finally spoke... "To fir !?" I said still not removing my gloomy face... "Wo asal m humare malik n kaha h ki jab tak hum pure paise ikattha nhi kr lete tab tak hume kahi pe bhi aaram nhi krna h aur khana bhi nhi khana h..." One of them said in low tone... On hearing this I really felt sorry for these small boys. What a monster that person would b who tortures these little kids... "Koi baat nhi beta aap iye lelo..." They hesitated but after I insisted they finally took it and started eating with great happiness... I simply stared at them thinking about all the problems they hv to face at this small age... After completing their food I asked them "Beta aap logo ko aur kitne paise ikatthe krne h !?" "Aur 500..." I went up to my counter and opened my cash box... Though I too had very little I didnt consider that and handed a 500 rupee note to them.. Their face glowed up and they chirped a happy thank you... "Koi baat nhi... Aur ha jab kabhi bhi bhuk lage tab bhaiyaa k pas aa jana..." "Jii bhaiyaa.." They told cheerfully and when back from there... I returned to my counter only to find
"Kar diya na loss !?" "M kya krta wo log itne pareshani m the..." "Pareshani m kya tu nhi h Rey !?" "Meri pareshani un logo se kyi kam h... At least mere paas rehne k liye ek dhang ka ghar to h... " "Wo rehne layak h !?" I turned my head sideways and said... "Chor na... Tu iye sab bolne k liye aya h kya !?" "Ofc nhi..." And Ankit started laughing loudly...
Ankit... My best frnd and no less than my brother... He comes to my stall everyday after his work... I think that no one really understands me more than him.. Not only in times of happiness but also in times of sorrow also he stays by my side... Now u guys don't think that I'm going to create a bridge of praises for him... After all he's the biggest idiot in the world 🤣
"Oyee... Iye le..." Ankit said handing a 1000 rupee note to me... "Iye sab kya h yaar !? Tu iye sab kyu krta h..." "Rey... Mujhe pta h... Agar aunty ko pta chala na to wo bohot gussa krengi... Tu iye rakh..." "Tu na yaar..." "Kamal hu na !?" "Nhi ek no. ka pagal h..." "Ha ha ha... Very funny..." He said faking a laugh and we both started laughing loudly... I still denied the money and he took it back making an annoying and angry face...
"Tune kuch khaya !?" "Haa..." I said in a low tone looking sideways omitting eye contact with him... "Rey... Sach bta... U know na u can't lie to me.." "Nhi... Pehle in logo ko serve kr du fir khaunga..." "Hmm pta tha... Jaldi kuch kha le..." "Haa mere bandar..." I said in a teasing voice "Huh... As if I care... Agar tu bimaar par gya to mujhe hi tension lena parega na..." He said trying to not show his concern but I knew his intention behind it... "Haa Haa.... Tu bin mera h ki kon Janeman !?" I said teasing him... "Shut up..." He retorted , and we kept on laughing for hours....
