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The back door opened, and Rahul and Nisha slid in, an annoyed look on their face, but when they saw my face, they appeared confused. "Are you smiling?" Nisha asked, bewildered, and skidded to look at her brother joining the driver seat. "Didn't we just fight with Dhruv?" "So?" Kabir promoted. "Anyone hungry?" "Hell yeah," Rahul replied. "But Indian please." "Up for Dhaba?" I asked, looking back at him. "Best Indian food." He nodded, but Nisha appeared uncomfortable. I raised my eyebrows at her. "I have never gone."

Itna kaam itni jaldi kaise hogaya. Nan:Mumma Pooja jaldi hoga toh aap jaldi food lenge..It is not good to starve for you mumma..Aur Waise bhi hum South Indians Pooja early hi karte hain..Xavier kissed her forehead lovingly.. Cab:Chalo ab bohut hogaya baate.. Don't forget matki thodna Hain.. Abhi:Of Course usme main hi jeetunga.. Dhr: Really.. I will be the winner..

"Oh, that's Aziz. He also works on our floor." A huffing and puffing Aziz caught up and extended his hand excitedly. "Ruhi... hi, I'm Aziz. My grandma is Indian. I'm so excited you are here. Can you make chicken tikka, biryani, and gulab jamun? Indian food is my favorite." She got reminded of Rafael's scrunched face when he ate her sandwich. That's the face most people made when she cooked something. She chuckled at Aziz's excitement and face charged with anticipation.

I mimic the greetings technique, I personally don't think I live under the rock. "Hello, Mr. Javed. Thank you so much for having us at such short notice. My girlfriend wished to have travelled here during our free time." Says Aaron. The man chuckles in delight, letting us know it was perfectly fine to have crashed in the country during a weekend. Over dinner, we have a wholesome conversation together. Although, I was convinced that the men were talking everything and anything about business. "Say Aaron," The Indian man closes his mouth to gulp, "I would love it if you said you like cricket. India Vs Pakistan is a worldwide tournament that goes around."

I still don't understand how godfather got to be friends with this man. “Where is she?” I asked again, and he breathed in and out before saying, “India” “India?” I asked as my eyes darkened and I saw him nod. “Yes, India. You know how the girls are. She is your babe, so you should know her better. How she likes to go out and have fun. Vacation… girls hangout… Ah ahn! Ladies hang out. That's what they called it” he said, making me more angry than I was.

He believed his mom, They all were talking and enjoying, Hardeep sat with Radha and asked her about Navi, to which she said, "yeah she's fine and enjoying her life, she might come for the marriage, if she gets the time. " There comes a handsome hunk with the boxes of piping hot gulab jamuns, an Indian dish for everyone. All Harjot said holding Ranjeet,"Now tell me who's skinny with a running nose. My man is the most alluring man here; nobody is compatible. Girls what do you say, Now don't start praising these average looking guys. Dare anyone say anything against him." Ranjeet was awestruck by her behaviour how bold she became, ready to fight for him, suddenly Harjot felt the hand she was ho

I hugged him back with tears. "India, here we come"

He asked. "No my mother has came from india so we just came here for dinner" I said giving him smile. "Did you tried indian food" He asked I was looking him in questioning eyes. "We have ordered batti chokha" I said. "It's launched today" He said. "You like indian food" I asked. "I just heard today from the staff" He said stretching his hand behind his nape. "Do you want to join us" I asked. He was surprised. "Do you want to give me treat too" He asked with chuckled.

Well, I literally could not make a list of food because I did not find it very amazing. Indian food is better and I know it is only because I am an Indian. It is according to my liking, spicy and hot. Unlike Zahir, who starts gasping if a pinch of spices gets more in it. Yeah, I have seen him doing that. Water! Water! — that’s what he starts chanting. Oh, poor man. He can’t even taste the delicious calling of chilly potato. Yes, I ordered it and added pepper. I asked him before adding it to my plate and he said he wouldn’t be eating it because he was very busy with his work. Like VERY busy, you understand?