From the corner of his eyes Arnav keep on stealing glances at Khushi, correction his newly appointed chef of one month. as she keep on doing her work, preparing his breakfast as it is almost his office time. One month before Arnav couldn’t have imagined him in a place where his eyes would keep on going again and again in her direction and her thought would enter into his mind frequently even in unexpected times. Who is nothing but a chef! Well , there is a twist. She is not only a chef, a sinfully beautiful chef he might say, who is purely traditional by mind words and works, who wears these weird kind ethnic sharee even in foreign county, New York. Coming to the sharee , the last night dream come alive in his mind, he has this weird kind of fantasy of tucking the end of her pallu of her sharee into the waist line of her which she usually do while cooking. And it’s only usual that he started seeing them in his dreams, knowing how her thoughts disturb hi...