Our messed up lives

14. Big surprise

**Go and check the chapter NEW JOURNEY for the changes in the colour themes of Amaya Malik's grand wedding.**

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"Yes ma'm, how can I help you?" Asked a young chef who was the first one to notice me enter the kitchen.

"Thanks but I am here to look for my husband." I smiled at him. He nodded to this and asked back politely-

"Dev sir?"

"Umm..yes" who else! Must have created some problem again so that these people found out his name within such a short time!!

"That way, ma'm." His soft voice broke my reverie.

"Oh." I huffed slightly. "Thanks ya."

"No problem." He greeted me with a bright smile and went back to his work while I went back to do mine.

From a huge distance, I had seen Dev sitting on a high stool and deeply engrossed in some kind of practical work. Now with a closer look, I found out that his practicals actually included dicing tomatoes and mincing garlic. Not to mention, his works were rather perfect and I started doubting immediately whether he seriously did not know cooking or not!

-"You? When did you come here?"

As usual I had zoned out of the scene. Dev's husky voice pulled me back to the reality.

"Only few minutes ago." I replied after clearing my throat. "So? What are cooking??"

-"Pasta?" He shot me a weird look. Must be he was thinking that I had lost it.

"And you know how to do that?"

-"Hmm." He sang his word melodiously. Casually.

"Dev, can you please explain who taught you making pasta?" The matter was serious. But I still kept myself low. No shouts, no pouts. Just a calm and sorted me, obviously derving lots of kuddos for the great effort. Really.

-"I think you know the answer...Afterall you had learnt making biryani from the same person!!"

"Google?" My brows twiched into automatic knots. Dev just smiled at that, as if telling- silly you. Well, I knew I could be silly sometimes but google...... "Or is it that female gynaecologist friend of yours?"

Guess what? This time, the answer was given by the teacher herself.

And it was none other than Priyanka!

"Ofcourse, it was me." She replied while making entry into the scene.

-"Priyanka..." Being a bit nervous, Dev tried saying something but Priyanka stopped him midway and lectured sweetly instead.

"Its okay to acknowledge your teacher, Dev. No big deal."

-"Yes but..."

"She is right, Dev." This time, I stopped him. "But about that biryani part...I never learnt that dish from her. Hell! I didn't learn anything from her for that matter... google had been my teacher since always..quite unlike you ofcourse.... so from the next time, please don't lie about my teacher like that. I won't be accepting them anymore."

Silence silence. Mundane silence everywhere.

An invisible wall of ice had been created between us, which neither Dev, nor me, tried to break apart. Complete jackass we were. We didn't think that by ending the arguement, we could get back to our original works. All we were doing was playing a stupid look-look, accuse-accuse game; totally aware of the fact that it was leading us nowhere. But then we had a smarter person with us too. Priyanka. She pressed her lips, cleared her throat and spoke out in her own dramatic tone-