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Geet was jumping and screaming up and down the place. 'Wow, bistro manager. Kya baat hain, Geet. Just finished training as a chef and got you first job already.' She quickly dresses up. She went for a simple red anarkali with little makeup and red stud earrings. She quickly said a prayer to her beloved Babaji and left. On her way she remembered the caller. His voice seemed somehow familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her trail of thought was stopped when the taxi halted in front of Khurana Mansion. Geet was mesmerised by the mansion. 'Looks stunning from the outside, wonder how it will look from the inside.'
When she reached the door she knocked gently as if the door was of glass. She tried harder and heard foot steps. The door opened and a servant looked at her. 'Yahin Dadima ki khaas mehmaan hogi.' Nakul thought.
He showed Geet in and made her sit. While Geet was taking in the beauty of the place, Nakul quickly called Dadima. She was in the kitchen and purposely shifting around stuff. When she heard that Geet was there she went to greet the guest.
'Yeh dadima kitchen mein kya karrahi thi???" Nakul thought.
Geet turned hearing footsteps approach and when she saw the old but royal looking woman she couldn't help but think of her own Dadi. She instantly touched her feet. "So sorry ma'am" Geet said after she realised that this was not her Dadi but her employer.
"No it's ok. It is nice to see that today's generation haven't forgotten about their values. Accha beta yeh batao, aap ko kya kya pakana ata hain?"
"Ji ma'am, mujhe Indian, Chinese, Thai aur Italian banana ata hai"
"Italian bhi?" Dadi smiled. Italian was Maan's favourite.
"OK toh hum aap ki test lenge. Make me any Italian dish. Your choice. The ingredients are in the kitchen if you need anything then ask Nakul." She asked Nakul to show her the kitchen. Dadi was on cloud nine. Geet was everything she wanted as her bahu. Tradition yet modern, a good cook (which is still to be proven but she has faith in Geet) and most importantly she is not afraid of Maan. More over she looks very pretty, too.
Thirty minutes later Geet came out with an apron on and a plate in her hand. She was nervous. The entire ingredients in the kitchen were messed up but she still managed. Dadi looked at the food from all angles as if she was some expert. Then she tasted it and stopped. Geet started to sweat. 'Oh no. Yeh rukh kyon gayi??? Hey babaji bachao.'
Savitry Devi was no big fan of Italian food but what she just tasted made her change her opinion immediately. The pasta was simple yet so delicious. She could actually feel every taste bud on the tongue tasting the food. It was delightful. Now she was even happier. If Maan tasted this once, he will never eat somewhere else again. She kept the plate down and hugged Geet. Geet who till now was on the verge of crying was taken aback. Dadi quickly let go and said.
"Wah beti, kya khana hain. Hume aap ko bistro manager ki job deni thi leking humain lagta hain ke yeh kaam aap ko suit nahin karega." Geet's eyes started to well up. Dadi saw this and quickly added: "Hum chahte hain ke aap apna khud ka bistro khole." Geet's face lit up but then she said:
"Leking mere paas itne paise nahin hain." Geet reasoned innocently.
"Nahin nahin, mera matlab hain ke humare office main ek floor khaali pada hain. Waha aap bistro kholenge only for office staff. You don't need to pay rent and you can keep all the profit. But yes, you have to keep the bistro in the building for at least a year. Manzoor hain?"
Geet nodded like a small child who will listen to all conditions of her parents for her favourite ice-cream.
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A contract was typed out and Geet signed. Then they left for KC. Dadi had packed the pasta into a tiffin and had taken it with her. When they reached KC Geet was shocked.
"Ma'am, yeh to…"
"Ha, yeh meri company hain. Aur aaj se tum jahin kaam karogi."
They went up to the 10th floor. The place was huge. Geet had an entire floor to herself. She was allowed to redecorate as per her wishes and needs and all bills will be paid by the company. Geet remembered someone and said:
"Ma'am, kya aap kabhi is office ke MD se milli ho?"
"Kyun beta?" Dadi didn't want Geet to know she was Maan's Dadi, at least not before her contract was singed by him.
"Aap ko patta hai, woh kitne bade Dusht Daanav hai? Har bar kissi pe binna waje chillate hai aur unhe daate hain. Kal ek file nahin milli to pura office sar pe utha liya. Woh to jungle lagte hai, aap ne unhe jaha kyun job di?"
Dadi had hard times repressing her laughter. She knew Maan could get wild if things didn't go as per his wishes. No one had ever said that out loud in fear of Maan. Dadi liked Geet even more now.
"Theek hai, hum unki khabar lenge."
While Geet made a note of what she wanted to be done, Savitry Devi slipped to the floor below into her grandson's office. Maan was busy on the phone as usual and was mildly surprised when his Dadi entered. He quickly finished his call and said:
She had great fun teasing her grandson and didn't let one chance go. She knew that he knew that she would only come if she had any important thing to discuss. Mostly it was about a marriage proposal but today was different. (Well, slightly!)
"Haan Maan, hume aap se kuch saroori baat karni hain. Ek ladki ke bare main"
Maan sighed, when will she give up?
"Dekhye, I'm not interested."
"You should be, after all she is you responsibility" Dadi smiled inwardly. She knew Maan was thinking about a girl for marriage.
Maan looked perplex.
"My responsibility? Since when?"
"Since she started to work here"
Maan made a mental note to fire this person who ever she was as soon as Dadi is gone.
"Who are you talking about???"
"Pinky Manchanda of course" Dadi had real difficulties keeping a straight face.
Maan's facial expression changed from annoyed to confused to shocked.
"Pinky" he said. Pinky was the bubbly receptionist of KC who had only two aims in life: eating and Adi.
"Dadi what are you saying? How can I…I mean Pinky…" He shut up, this was too much. Adi had not only been his most loyal employee but also his only friend. He knew how much he loved Pinky and what she meant for him. The thought of him marrying Pinky was….
Dadi showed some mercy on her grandson and said:
"I am saying that Pinky is you employee and hence your responsibility. She is down with food poisoning the second time in one month. It must be the food in this canteen that made her sick. That is why I want to have some proper eating facility set up her. In fact I even found someone willing. "
Maan came out of the shook.
"What were you thinking about?" Dadi asked in a slight teasing way.
"No, nothing. But you know how particular I am. Who ever this is I will take an interview first." He was his usual self again.
"No need Maan. Here taste this." She gave him the Tiffin which was still warm.
Maan took a bite and just as his Dadi, he was delighted. He had eaten loads of Italian dishes at different places but this bet all. He didn't want to give away too much hence said:
"This is superb. Ok, this person, who so ever can work here."
Dadi quickly got Maan to sign the contract and left before he could ask any other details. Geet had just finished when Savitry devi entered again.
"Aap ka hogaya Geet?"
"Ji dadi" Geet was so busy that she didn't notice she just called the old lady Dadi. When she did realise she quickly added:
"Sorry mera matlab hain ma'am."
"It's ok beta, hume sab Dadi hi bulatein hain jaha, aap bhi bula sakti hain."
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