The cute face laden with innocence dazzled as the golden gleam of sun rays fell on Anvesha disturbing her beauty sleep. She got up yawning as her morning alarm went off. With messy curly locks interwoven with each other and black round rimmed spectacles falling at her nose, the half-sleepy Anvesha looked hilarious. She straightened her black cotton tank top and pulled her hair in a messy bun keeping her spectacles aside which she had done on the previous night. Murmuring profanities, she glanced at her laptop which was not shut down at the night. She plugged her laptop for charging the battery and brushed upon the presentation she had prepared for the new segment of her talk show. Feeling satisfied at her work, she sprang out of the bed for her morning business.
After taking a warm, relaxing shower; clad in a burgundy shirt and a black pencil skirt, Anvesha was having her breakfast of cereal and milk when her phone rang. "Hi, mom", she said cheerfully putting the call on speaker as she gulped the spoonful of her bland breakfast. "Hey, Anvesha. How are you doing, darling?” a smile crept on her lips as she heard her mother's voice. "Mom, I am just having my breakfast. After that I will just put on some make-up and rush to work", she answered as she drank the glass of lukewarm milk in a go. "You know I made biryani in Adhyayan's style and your dad loved it", her mother said and she hummed as she remembered the conversation with Mr. Haughty Shoes, the celebrity chef Adhyayan Joshi. "Listen, when you will shoot at his restaurant, please take his autograph for me", her mother said and she choked the food she was eating."Will you do it?” her mother asked again paying no attention over her constant efforts of clearing her throat and catching breath. "Mom, Mr. Haughty Shoes, I mean, Mr. Adhyayan Joshi is too full of himself." Anvesha said realizing the way he called her 'little girl'. Her mother interrupted her rant, "Don't call him names, dear. He cooks so well and talks so sweetly." "I am not doing it when I go for the shooting at his restaurant on Sunday. Now bye and have a good day." Anvesha said in one go as she hung up without giving her mother a chance to speak.Anvesha applied her matte lipstick and pulled her curly locks in a ponytail. Wearing her pumps, she picked up her laptop bag and her maroon handbag and moved out of her little studio apartment which she had rented in Delhi.
Hailing from Darjeeling, it was indeed difficult for her to adjust in Delhi where people are running in a rat-race aimlessly five years ago but with time she became a part of the rat-race. Luckily she had not lost her unique charm in the crowded city of Delhi. She walked swiftly towards the metro station as she brushed upon the key points of her presentation. Boarding the metro, she headed towards Film City in Noida and realized she would reach her office on time. Anvesha had been working in the office when she realized it was 11 AM and she had to head towards the conference hall. She greeted her project head, senior editor as well as all her colleagues; and began her presentation.After a long discussion of an hour, everyone lauded her idea to bring war veterans in the show. Her show, 'Real Life Heroes' depicted the struggles of normal people who deserved acknowledgement for their heroic deeds. She had covered single mothers, innovative farmers, successful government officials who rose from a financially stable background and many heroes from all walks of life but this time, she wanted to bring up the defence officials who had served in the Indian Army, Indian Navy or Indian Air Force and faced the wars that broke out after independence. She knew many defence officers and their families might not be comfortable in coming to the studio so she had planned to visit them personally and acknowledge their contribution for the nation. Luckily the project head, Mr. Akhilesh Mishra gave her the permission to carry on with her idea in the new segment of her show. After the conference, the joyful Anvesha headed towards the studio set where she had to shoot for her upcoming episode. She was looking forward to meet Gayatri Desai, a forty year old woman who was a renowned social rights activist responsible for reforming lives of many women helping them to come out of the clutches of loveless marriages. Having faced domestic violence by her husband at the age of fifteen, Ms. Desai had chosen to fight against the cruel practice of child marriages, domestic violence, dowry, marital rape and other issues of women. Ms. Desai had indeed brightened the lives of many women who could not have fought for their rights without her support. Anvesha truly admired Ms. Desai. As the clock struck at 1 PM, Anvesha entered the reception lobby to humbly welcome Ms. Gayatri Desai who had arrived on time. With pleasant smiles, both of the women exchanged pleasantries and headed towards the studio. "Hello, everyone! Welcome at 'Real Life Heroes' and get inspired. I, Anvesha Chatterjee welcomes Ms. Gayatri Desai at the talk show", Anvesha announced to her audience as the director signaled her to continue. During the interview, Anvesha admired the strength of the lady sitting before her. Clad in a purple colored cotton sari, Ms. Gayatri Desai was a trained boxer, an eminent social right activist and a generous lady with a beautiful heart. No one could imagine she was subjected to domestic violence in her childhood. Narrating her ordeal, Ms. Desai told, "Being a victim of child marriage, it was never easy. It was not easy to fight for my rights when I didn't even know that I had any rights. I belonged to a family where women were treated like trash." A lone tear escaped from her eye as she took a sip of water. "How did you realize that you have to do something for others?” Anvesha questioned. "My mother felt humiliated because I was born a girl. My father married me off at the age of fifteen. My drunkard husband used me like a toy to fulfill his needs. I didn't know anything at that time but I realized that something was wrong." The strong lady told as Anvesha realized her turmoil. Anvesha who was cheerful moments ago, gulped imagining the difficulties of the independent lady sitting in front of her.Ms. Desai continued, "My instincts were constantly telling me that I should not take it anymore. When I delivered a baby girl at the age of sixteen and my husband tried to kill my daughter by throwing a boulder on her head, I couldn't take it anymore. Picking my daughter who was covered in blood, I ran and ran." It was indeed difficult for Ms. Gayatri Desai to remember those pathetic situations but the strong lady tried to mask her tears with a delightful smile on her face. Anvesha wiped the tear from her eye realizing the turmoil of the lady who seemed unfazed. Nonetheless, Ms. Desai had a great control on her emotions. She continued, "People tried to catch me. It was really difficult to run after having delivered a baby but my willpower overtook my health."Taking a deep breath, she continued, "All I knew was my daughter did not deserve such a life. I ran out of my village when people were throwing stones on me. I reached the highway road and took a deep breath to relax myself. It was then I realized I was crying profusely."The lady passed a reassuring smile looking into the icy blue eyes of Anvesha, as she continued looking towards the camera, "A policeman enquired about the matter and I told him everything timidly. They filed an FIR and took my husband in custody. When court declared him guilty, I realized I had rights. I began to gain knowledge, night schools for women played a great role helping me complete my formal education."Anvesha asked her a couple of questions, "Where did you stay? How was your daughter?” in one go. She was truly trying to control her tears realizing the cruelty faced by the timid girl who turned into a brave social activist for helping others. "I stayed in an orphanage with my daughter. I realized there are many women out there like me so I chose this journey. Today my daughter, Roshni Desai, the light of my life is an advocate and she helps me for this good cause." Gayatri Desai ended her ordeal while Anvesha announced a break. She needed time to recollect herself. She was crying listening to the Iron Lady. Ultimately the interview ended on a good note motivating everyone to face difficulties of life and take stand against the injustice.Wrapping up her work for the day, the tired Anvesha headed towards her apartment at six in the evening.Anvesha was eating a sandwich in her breakfast when her phone rang. It was Saturday and Anvesha knew she had to shoot her first vlog at ten in the morning. She was already angry because Adhyayan didn't shift the shoot around the afternoon during lunch time giving the reason that the weekends are busy for him and the breakfast hour is the only hour that is not the peak hour. She was practically bewildered at his weird explanation but she accepted the orders of Mr. Haughty Shoes for her benefit."Yes, mom", she said in a tone laced with tiredness as she received the ringing phone. She was annoyed with her mother's crazy demand of getting an autograph of Mr. Haughty Shoes."Anvesha, dear. So, are you ready to meet my favorite chef?” her mother asked cheerfully."Mamma, I am just having my breakfast. I will be going in an hour. I will reach on time", Anvesha said letting out an exasperated sigh."What are you planning to wear?” her mother ques
"What is this new fiasco for, Ms. Chatterjee?” Adhyayan spoke angrily trying to maintain a calmer tone as Anvesha glared at him with her icy blue eyes.Anvesha was beyond irritated and embarrassed at the turn of events. She didn't want to ruin the reputation of the arrogant chef and his restaurant so she had chosen not to react during the video. Apart from that, she was also not interested in creating a controversial video however, the dessert deserved the poorest reviews. She couldn't imagine in her wildest dreams that Mr. Haughty Shoes could serve the pathetic dessert. She was sure the arrogant chef had planned this prank for her."Really, Mr. Joshi? Don't you know?” Anvesha bombarded angrily looking at him with disgust. She had made up her mind that Mr. Haughty Shoes pranked her with the disgusting dessert just because of the fact he did not want Anvesha to shoot her vlog at his posh restaurant.Praveen, the manager was beyond shocked. The v
It had been three days, Anvesha relished upon the salty cheesecake, however, the incident had been long forgotten. Though she had expected Mr. Haughty Shoes to apologize but she guessed that he lacked manners to do so. Now, she did not had any hard feelings against him except a bit of discomfort going to his restaurant again, despite the meal was awesome. She wished if she could wear an invisible cloak and relish upon the mouthwatering dishes cooked at the restaurants of Mr. Haughty Shoes without even paying for them! As much as this idea was scandalous yet, it excited her to her core.Anvesha was juggling between the shoots of her talk show and her hectic lifestyle. The first episode of vlog on her YouTube channel received a massive response and she was enjoying the publicity. She had contacted the manager of another five star restaurant for her upcoming vlog. Her friends and colleagues were appreciating her and she was amazed at the unexpected success.After comple
While getting back to her little, yet comfy studio apartment; Anvesha was contemplating whether or not she should attend her friend’s birthday party. Being the best friends with Nikhil, Anvesha knew he would feel bad in case she doesn’t attend the party out of no reason but she was lacking guts to enter the restaurant where she had created a scene some days ago. Moreover, she was not at all comfortable when it came to her coming face-to-face with Mr. Haughty Shoes, the arrogant owner of the poshest restaurant, the one and only celebrity chef, Mr. Adhyayan Joshi.Entering her house, the tired Anvesha took out her heals and placed her footwear in the shoe rack. She simply, flung her exhausted self on her bed. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm her tired body as she tried to take a decision regarding Nikhil’s birthday party. After a while, she stood up to freshen herself. Changing into her teal colored comfortable cotton night dress, Anvesha went into her k
“Where are you, girl?” the perplexed Nikhil shouted on the phone waiting for her best friend to come for his birthday party.“I am just there. Man! I am just fifteen minutes late.” Anvesha said smiling at her friend’s antics as she walked out of the Gate Number 4 of Rajiv Chowk.“Are you coming?” Neha screamed from the other side making Anvesha jump at her shrill pitch as she started walking hurriedly to the restaurant.“Yes, I am on my way. Even if I am really not comfortable but I can’t miss my friend’s birthday, darling”, Anvesha said smiling at Neha’s caring nature. She might have not attended the party at Love=Food if that chef had not sent an email to her. She was planning to talk to Mr. Haughty Shoes and try to convince him against his conniving policies of ruining someone’s career. She was beyond angry at the arrogant celebrity chef, Adhyayan Joshi.“Come fast, dear”
“Yes, Ms. Chatterjee?” Adhyayan asked Anvesha in a pure business-like tone admiring the glistening studs she was wearing in her cute rabbit-like ears. Standing before her, Adhyayan had casually kept his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. He was praying for a simple, safe, light-hearted reaction from Anvesha.Gesturing him to take a seat, Anvesha folded her arms and kept on the table as she said, “Sir, the food was good today.” A wide smile played on her face glistening her snow white teeth and Adhyayan was intimidated by her response. He was in no mood of having an unruly altercation with her. As he remembered the previous incident, he realized he needed to apologize but he lacked the courage to say a simple ‘sorry’. He was a popular celebrity chef with a bit of arrogance and a bit of pride, hence, apologizing was something he avoided. In fact, Anvesha did not even expect him to apologize anymore after all, arrogance dripped from the aura
As Anvesha took her seat, Adhyayan chuckled earning a murderous glare from her however, before she could start her lecture of him being insensitive, Adhyayan clarified, “I mean he is not working with us anymore”.“So you called him a dead person”, Anvesha said frowning at him for the choice of his words. He immediately regretted the blunder he did due to lack of attention. Suddenly a fear gripped inside her heart. What if the man sitting before her had literally killed the poor chef after knowing about the email he had sent to her? She chanted in her mind, “This could not be a reality”, however, she was hyperventilating.Has she caught herself into a weird situation? She wondered as she thought what if Adhyayan was a psycho killer behind the innocent, arrogant looks! However, her trance of thoughts was broken when Adhyayan spoke few words calming her timid soul.Being a man of few words and having no-nonsense attitude towards life,
Anvesha, it has been a month, Mihir joined backAdhyayan typed the message and wondered if he should send it or not. It had been a month Adhyayan met the intriguing girl, Anvesha. That night on Nikhil’s birthday, their conversation began with a simple word, Reached from his side and the discourse progressed.They were unofficially friends and Adhyayan was looking forward to their bonding. He realized Anvesha was a sweet girl, not only was she endowed with gorgeous beauty and striking features but also with exceptional intelligence, kind nature, and ability of giving quick-witted replies. He had begun to admire the kindhearted stunning girl hailing from Darjeeling, a beautiful place with lovely picturesque just like her.He had also begun taking interest in the inspirational show hosted by her and he wanted to know her more. He was looking forward to meet her again and be friends with her at least. At the back of his mind, he had an option of dating her but he wa