RoshniWe ate at Kiki's Kitchen. Yasser had chosen the spot, claiming that they made the best murgh makhani. Turns out he wasn’t exaggerating. They did.“Hm…” Mr. Arora hummed after the first bite.“It’s really good, hey?” I commented.“Is this place new?” He asked us. “I’ve never seen this restaurant here and we live just a few blocks away.”“But Mr. Arora you never leave the house.” Yasser chuckled.“Maybe we should change that.” I smiled.“I’m up for it.” Yasser’s gaze lingered on me.“I mean just Mr. Arora and I.” I stressed, pretending I couldn’t see his expression fall.“Roshni, have you got a fiancee?” Mr Arora asked just before he took a big bite.I almost choked on a piece of naan. “Hm?”“You don’t have a fiancee, Yasser doesn’t have a fiancee. You two should… what's the word you young people use nowadays… date.”Yasser had a smug smile on his face, obviously enjoying this.“We’re just –”“Friends.” Yasser pretended to support me.“Not even that… we’re just… associates.”“Ass
Read more