Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Could you believe we actually went out earlier today?” June and Zinnia exchanged quick, wide-eyed looks. “Where?” they blurted out in unison. Olena smiled faintly. “Brahma & Co restaurant.” Zinnia tilted her head, clearing her throat as if to pull a memory back. “If I remember vividly… Morgan was bragging about that place in the beauty studio. She said Abraham and his co-partners opened it to welcome noblemen, Alphas, influential people from far and near.”

Maybe it’s time I change the settings on the desktop. “What do you want?” “Whatever happened to people saying hello first! I miss those times.” I groaned. “Damon, I am working.” “No, you are not! It’s lunch time. Come on.” He waved around the take out in his hand, which I eyed with acute interest. “What is that?” “Fried momos. They are the best thing to happen to momos.” “Sure!” “Do you have extra glasses? I got us this amazing lassi drink from the nearby Indian restaurant.”

Lara emerged from the pantry, carrying a tray with two mojitos. "Welcome to our humble abode in India," Lara said, extending a welcoming smile. "Please, let me offer you a refreshing drink." Suresh accepted the mojito with a grateful nod. "Thank you very much, Lara." As they sipped their drinks, Roberts gestured towards the comfortable seating area. "Please, have a seat. How was your journey here?" Suresh settled into the plush sofa, recounting his smooth flight and expressing his delight at being in New Delhi. Lara took her seat beside Roberts, attentively listening to their conversation.

It was during one of the stays that I was served in Tiffany's. Bawarchi Bheema used to be the owner and head chef back then. RajBhog was his inheritance and it used to be one of the best locations to feast for the warriors. It is still very popular amongst the port residency and worker class for its affordable rates, but it's nowhere near suitable for serving our prestigious guests. This is why I take it as my duty to interject Subhaan’s horrifying plan for Huine’s twenty-ninth birthday.

Subho proudly announces. "It's not necessary. We don't want to give you any trouble." Samuel replies with a small smile. Although in the inside, he also wants to eat some Indian food. "You are not giving us any trouble. Just give us an hour and certainly, you will be served a nice Indian meal." Mihir assures them. Bianca and Samuel both look at Alessandro for permission, but Alessandro only shrugs his shoulders in return.

And this meal alone was eating up nearly a month's salary. Trying to win over this so-called 'monk' was emptying my wallet. I said, "I'm glad it works for you, Mr. Knight." Please say you like it! My money can't have been wasted! Satisfied was good. So good… At least my money hadn't gone down the drain. Now it would be easier to bring up the favor I needed from him. As I was trying to figure out how to start, the bamboo shades rustled softly. Servers glided in silently with the appetizers, placing delicate vegetarian dishes in celadon bowls on the dark wooden table.

He smiled back at them and replied, "Good evening to you too Sir, we are fully booked. Also, your dress code is wrong. However, my mother taught me not to chase a guest away. Since His Shadow Hotel is my home, I will accommodate you. Let's go inside." Then they followed him to his office. He asked them to sit on the sofa. His office was spacious. Then he walked out of his office. After a few minutes, he came back with a waiter carrying two tables, and then the waiter went out and came back with the chairs. Simon Doyle set up the tables, and then he gave the menu to his guests. Mr Anthony smiled at him and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, do you mind recommending your delicious dish?" T

she replies, seriously expecting me to let her pay. “I know a great Indian restaurant not far from my place,” I calmly state, “And no, you’re not paying,” I add with a smile. We make it to the restaurant just before rush hour hits. As we’re pulling out of the drive-up, twenty cars are pulling in. The food smells amazing, and my mouth is watering in anticipation. I ordered Ava her butter chicken and I opted to try Dal makhani, with a side of naan for both of us.

He glanced over at the menu and replied, “Malaysia and, apparently, Tibet.” “Oh, a Malaysian, Tibetan piece of perfection,” she said, then crinkled her brow with a bemused look. “Fishing in Tibet?” He shrugged. “The monks have to do something.” A diner at one table over frowned at them and Dylan just let it roll off. Laura speared something else on her plate and lifted the fork to him. He took it, eagerly, greedily, eating something he didn’t even understand, but, watching her, his eyes boring into hers, realizing that this meal was just the appetizer and he was going to have the main course later on.

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