I adjusted the camera settings and pressed the icon to start recording. After making sure I was properly framed and composed, I began my vlog with a warm smile.

"Hello everyone, how are you all doing today? Welcome to Savoir Faire, my channel!"

I continued, "Today, I'm excited to share with you a recipe for one of my favorite dishes - the delicious and mouthwatering Dosa! It's a classic South Indian delicacy that's sure to tantalize your taste buds."

With that, I launched into the recipe, eager to share my passion for cooking with my audience

I took the batter of Dosa, and mix it roughly. And put the pan on gas.

I always make vlogs in my restaurant but today I was making breakfast at my home so I thought I would make a short video.

I cook the food in my house every day, like my mother also cooks, but there are no servants in our house, as we have two young girls in the house, so my mother has forbidden us to have servants.

I scooped up the Dosa batter and mixed it roughly, then placed the pan over the gas flame. Normally, I film my vlogs in my restaurant, but today I was cooking breakfast at home, so I decided to capture a quick video.

As I cooked, I explained, "I'm always in the kitchen, whipping up meals for my family. Just like my mom, who's an expert in the kitchen!" I added with a smile.

"You know, we don't have any servants at home, despite having two young girls in the house. My mom has always been firm about that, wanting to keep our home intimate and simple."

As I continued cooking, the sizzle of the Dosa in the pan filled the air, and I chatted effortlessly, sharing my thoughts and cooking tips with my audience.

I pour the ladleful batter onto the pan, and spread it evenly to form a circle.

"Cook for 1-2 minutes or until the edges start to curl", I said.

"Loosen the dosa with the spatula and flip it over, cook for another minute or until the other side is golden brown",

Finally it's done after sometime and I placed it in plate carefully. I smell it, and it was fabulous fr.

(Fr- for real)

"Here, the dosa is ready, serve the dosa with hot sambhar, chutney and butter or ghee", I said taking the phone in my hand.

"So let's meet in the next video, take care. Bye", I ended the video after giving a flying kiss.

Ruhi sauntered into the kitchen, her casual shorts and top a contrast to the warmth of the room.

"Or kitni der lagegi, mujhe bhukh lagi he" she said, her voice dripping with laziness. As she approached me, I began to respond, but she cut me off mid-sentence.

("How long will it take, I'm starving"),

"Is this carrot halwa for me?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the bowl of gazar ka halwa on the counter.

Her excitement was palpable, and I could sense her hope that the sweet treat was meant for her. I knew, however, that it was intended for Rishabh Bhai, and that Mom had already given it to her in her room.

"Ruhi, this is actually for Rishabh Bhai," I clarified, trying to manage her expectations. But she seemed undeterred, her gaze still fixed on the bowl with a hint of longing.

"No Ruhi, this is for bhai," I said firmly. But Ruhi just grinned mischievously and said, "Ohh, dumbo, bhai doesn't like gazar ka halwa, so I'll finish it off!" She reached for the bowl, but I knew I had to stop her. Not only was it not hers to take, but she also wasn't offering to share with me!

I huffed in frustration and stepped towards her, grabbing her wrists to halt her. "You won't eat this, it's for bhai!" I declared, trying to sound stern. But Ruhi just gave me a competitive look and said, "I'll eat!"

We started tugging on the bowl, each of us pulling with all our might. I was determined to protect Rishabh Bhai's food, while Ruhi seemed determined to get her way. "Ruhi, stop it!" I said, trying to reason with her. "I'm also saying leave it!" she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"It's wrong, how can you eat anyone's food?" I asked, trying to appeal to her sense of right and wrong. But Ruhi just retorted, "He is my bhai, not anyone!"

In the heat of the moment, I pulled the bowl towards me with great force, but accidentally, it slipped from our grasp and fell to the ground with a loud clang! "Mar gye!" (Oh no!) I exclaimed, as we both stared at the mess we had made.

"Bahot ache, subah ki bahot achi shuruaat ki he, lage raho", my mom taunted from outside.

(Well done, you have started the morning very well, keep it up)

I looked at her who was giving me shooting glares and I did the same.

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"Let it go, akshara, they are just being kids", my dad said taking our side.

We were doing our breakfast on dining table.

"Mene to inhe kuch bolna hi chod diya he", my mom grumbled while serving us dinner.

"Aapne hi bachiyaan he bachiyaan he kehke sar pe chada rakha he, ab me bolungi to bologe ki bolti he",

"Aas paas ki society wale inki aesi harkate dekhar kya sochenge, ki kutte paal rakhe he hamne apne ghar me", I choked on my food and Ruhi did the same.

(You've been pampering them, calling them 'my dear children, my dear children', and now when I try to scold them, you say I'm being too loud. What will the neighbors think, seeing their behavior? They'll think we're raising stray dogs in our home)

We have no respect in this house, fr. Everyone's moms are so lovely in out of country, how nice they must be, but Indian moms are always Indian moms.

"Now stop it, and sit down let's eat, first", Dad said.

I think bhai already went for office, he have some important meeting today.

"I had prepared the halwa with so much love, but my poor popat was not lucky enough to have it", my mom said with a guilt.

Yeah, This is my brother's nickname since childhood and everyone calls him this except me and Ruhi, because he doesn't like it.

Me and Ruhi shared a eye contact with each other. Today is weekend so she was on holiday.

"I was thinking of calling Ranvijay this week and inviting the entire family over for dinner", Dad broke the silence.

"That's a great idea, I was thinking the same thing. It's been a long time since we invited them over for dinner."

My mom started excited now like her mood was went normal. Papa and Ranvijay uncle was school friends that's why they are calling them by their First name.

"Let me call them and invite them over." Dad said. "Yeah. Tell them that they have to come this time, since we went to their place last time." Mom added.

Dad took out his phone. "Aarti, beta, dialled Ranvijay's number, My glasses are not nearby right now." He said forwarding his phone towards me and I nodded.

I dialled the number and handed it to dad again.

"Speaker pe rakhiye", mom whispered.

(On speaker)

Ranvijay Uncle picked up the phone and he and Papa started talking. My mom was also adding her words in between as the phone was on speaker. And then they started talking about raichand son's. Whose name I don't know maybe.

And I think they are talking about Rudransh who was now in Paris for business trip.

But whenever his topic comes up, my mother goes crazy. By the way, I too have not seen Rudra properly, if he comes in front of me I will not be able to recognize him. Because at the time of the engagement he was probably busy with his work and I did not know how many brothers bhabhi had.

"Dinner with Raichand", Ruhi exclaimed. "I don't even have a decent dress to wear", she said frustratingly.

My eyes widened, she have a whole cupboard of dresses and saying don't have a decent dress. Like seriously.

My mom muttered something under her breath.

Ruhi rolled her eyes.

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As I stood in front of my hotel building, I gazed up at it in awe. This magnificent structure stood tall among the big brands, making a name for itself in the nation and shining brighter with each passing day.

Its reputation as a global brand was well-deserved. I felt a surge of pride, knowing that I had played a part in its success.

I took a moment to savor this achievement, feeling proud of what we had accomplished in such a short time. With a sense of satisfaction, I stepped inside the hotel.

"So finally you are here, take a look and see everything is perfect?", As I entered in the hotel kitchen, a voice came from front who it belonged to my friend Tina koley.

She was my best friend since college days and now we are here together in the same hotel, she is the one of the best chef as like me.

I stepped forward and take a look at the dish, it was Bubble and squeak. As I say in proper words it was Fried mashed potato with cabbage; often made from leftovers

"It's looking good, add some black pepper flakes on it, it will make tasty", I suggested.

She nodded with a smile. I put my bag aside, wore an apron and started making some things.

Just as you are famous for your actions, you should also be famous for your work. And yes it was me.

Just as I'm recognized for my bold actions, I also strive to be renowned for my exceptional work.

And I'm proud to say, it was I who achieved the esteemed title of Best Chef in the entire nation last month! That moment was truly the highlight of my life.

Receiving such an honor brings an unparalleled sense of joy, excitement, pride, and courage. I must admit, I thrive on the thrill of taking on new challenges, but I also prioritize excellence in my work. Compromising on quality is never an option for me.

This achievement has not only boosted my confidence but also motivated me to continue pushing boundaries and reaching new heights.

I aspired to make a mark in life, establish my own identity, and rise to the top. And I'm proud to say I've accomplished it! While it seemed impossible without the support of my parents and friends, my Rishabh bhai's encouragement and guidance played a pivotal role in my success. His motivational words made all the difference, and I owe my achievements to him.

The next important thing on my agenda was to attend a family dinner with the Raichands.

*****

Chhup Chhup Ke Dilbar Ka Deedar Kar

Ae Dil Tu Aahista Izhaar Kar

Saara Ka Saara Na Karna Abhi Se

Aasan Kiston Mein Tu Pyaar Kar

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So this is the first chapter of this story, let me know what you think about this chapter.

And how's the character of Aarti?

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