[ can be read as a general fiction ]
Devdutt Padikkal. The star Indian batsman. Avantika Arora. The skilful Baker chef.
Two people. Two different lives.
While one is surrounded by people the other has made peace with being alone.
While one has a...
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"Milke bichadna toh dastoor hogaya yaadon mein teri mai jo door ho gaya O Sanam Inn yaadon ki kasam"
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Avantika loved her job.
She woke up everyday, thanking God for giving her an opportunity to pursue what she loves doing.
Cooking and Baking.
While everyone groaned and grunted at the thought of Mondays, Avantika had a special smile reserved for them. Mondays meant a start to yet another week of toiling in kitchen, the best place to be according to her.
Being the owner of ' Serendipity ' cafe and bakery, she had to be on her toes most of day of the week and she couldn't be more happy about it.
She loved doing it.
Since the day she found her senses, this is what she has been dreaming of. Owning a cafe and running it.
As usual, Avantika got out of her bed and headed to the bathroom. She was a little late. Blame her habit of having a small pep talk before leaving her bed. Today the talk continued for a little longer.
Avantika didn't understand the reason but it was instinctive. She had this gut feeling that something is going to happen today.
She didn't want to think much about it and jinx it so she put all her might in getting this thought out of her mind.
It took her approximately 45 minutes to get ready in a grey coloured plain top and white rugged jeans. A long chain dangled around her neck and her feet adorned her favourite block heels of nude shade.
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