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ShivIka OS- India VS America...or INDICA.

Shivaay Singh Oberoi:- A young and successful chef of U.S.A. He comes to visit India. He is a specialist in American cuisine.

Annika:- A beautiful girl. She runs a Dhaaba with her uncle. She cooks Indian food!

It was a bright morning. The sun was shining at its best. A young man with a black shaded goggles was standing at the airport. He took out his i-phone 7 plus and checked the time. The time on the screen changed his nil face into a frowning face. He was very punctual and he believed that time is money. Suddenly a car came crashing down the road and stopped in front of the man. He looked at the driver and gave some death glares. He leaped in the seat and started for the destination. The car stopped in front of a large hotel....it was Hotel Grand. He came down and all the media persons circled him and began to ask questions....
"Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi, how do you feel coming to India after so many  years?" A journalist asked him. He was irritated for being late and now he has to give answers. He shrugged his shoulders and said..."I am feeling ANNOYED!" He went up the luxurious stairs and reached the royal kitchen of Grand. All the chefs welcomed him with a warm smile while he maintained an air of aloofness. Chef Vikram was his best friend. He went and hugged him. Shivaay hugged him back with a wide smile.

Vikram- Toh bol kaisa hain Shiv?

Shivaay- I'm fine Vicky, how are you?

Vikram- Main bhi thik Hun yaar. Accha tu ja humare hotel ke washroom me jaake fresh ho ja. Hume yaha se Hyatt Grand Jana hain....kaha tha na Maine ki waha ek meeting hain saare chefs ka.

Shivaay- Ya...I remember. Main fresh hoke aata hun.

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In the side of the road a Desi Dhaaba is seen. A Punjabi Sardar is giving food to all the customers.

"Arre O Annika puttar, jaldi lassi leke aa" The Sardar called out.

And then a girl came running. Her shiny black hair flowing in the air, the resonance of her anklet mixing with the sound of her stone-studded earrings. She wore a olive-green Kurta with red Patiala and red glittering dupatta. Two big glasses of lassi were in her hands. She gave it to the costumers. Everyone was so cheerful.

On the other side, Shivaay and Vikram were in car going towards Hyatt. Vikram was really hungry. He said the driver to stop at a Dhaaba. Shivaay tried to stop his friend but he didn't listen. 
They stopped at a Dhaaba...and Shivaay was irked. He was from America...he didn't liked such tacky places.

They sat on a bench. Vikram started laughing as he was really happy by seeing the surrounding. Whereas Shivaay was irritated by the atmosphere.

They ate food and Vikram was contented, cause he liked the food very much. Shivaay loved the food but he didn't showed it because of his reserved nature. Vikram requested to call the cook who made the food.

And then Annika came there, and Shivaay saw her. Her dark kohled eyes, her peach coloured lips, herpleasant smile was a casting a spell on him. He wasglad that he met her. 
Annika looked at Shivaay. She didn't saw anyone so quintessential in every way. He was flawless. Hislovely blue orbs, milky white skin and sharply cut lips were magical. First she misunderstood him as an American. But then it got cleared when he heard him talking to his friend. She could only hear his voice but couldn't reckon what he said. Vikram came and gave an offer to Annika to cook in Hotel Grand. She was so delightful. She hugged her uncle and Shivaay drooled over her. The tilt in her lips when she smiles, is indescribable. They said that she can join from tomorrow. She nodded and smiled. Before going, Shivaay stole some glances with Annika. She blushed a bit.

Next Day!

Annika came to Grand and waited for Vikram. But actually her heart craved to see Shivaay. She saw both of them coming, Shivaay was wearing a chef apron and a hat. He looked so handsome.

Shivaay- Hmm...Humare saath aao....

His husky voice sent shivers down her spine. She nodded and went with them.

Vikram- Shiv, tu Annika ko sab samjha de. Main ek call karke aata hun.

Shivaay nodded. Annika was really nervous. But he made her understand everything so patiently that she slowly lost her fear. Shivaay was lost in hersunny beauty as where ever she went, a glow went with her. 
Vikram noticed his friend's condition. He tried to made her understand but Shivaay was idiot enough to avoid the question.

One day at the kitchen....

Shivaay- Uff...Indian food is so spicy....Mujhe masaledaar food bilkul accha nahi lagta...

Annika- Kya? Aapko Indian food pasand nahi....how come? Aap Indian hi ho na?

Shivaay- Yeah...but American food is better. And mujhe Indian food banana bhi nahi aata...

Annika- Aap American food ko better kaise keh sakte hain...ha...USA's cuisine is really good Par iska Matlab ye nahi ki Indian food Kuch kam nahi hain?

Shivaay- Stop Arguing Annika...America Rocks.

Annika- India Rocks!!!!

Shivaay- AMERICA !!!

Annika- INDIA !!!

Vikram saw them fighting, thinking that how big idiots they are! 
He devised a plan to remove the India and America war between them because both the countries are great.

Vikram called Shivaay and said that a special guest is coming to Grand to give an extra star to the rating. So they had to make something different.

And in the kitchen only ShivIka were present.

Shivaay- I'll make Nut Cream Desert, it's an American desert.

Annika- I know, par Kuch Indian banaye....jaise ras malai ya rabdi....

Shivaay was reluctant to at last no one can win with Annika in an argument. He accepted defeat and Annika smirked victoriously.

It was a blissful ambience, ShivIka were making something special. They were preparing a dish which will contain Indian authentic flavours as well as American dry fruits and cream.

On one side, Shivaay was whipping up the cream with Vanilla essence while Annika was cutting mint leaves which is an Indian herb. She wanted to add a minty and cool flavour to the desert. She looked at Shivaay who was busy with the cream, a lil portion of cream was on his forehead. In a trance, she wiped the cream from his forehead. He felt so light-hearted. He was in love? He remembered Vikram's question. And on the other hand, Annika was feeling an unusual feeling, thousands of butterflies erupted inside her stomach. 
They were lost in each other's eyes. Suddenly the eyelock broke, they began to do their respective works but a tinge of blush was visible in their cheeks.

And after 1 hour of hard work, they made the dish. It looked so delicious. Shivaay tasted it...the American nuts mixed with the minty flavour was adding to the deliciousness. Annika also took a bite and the Indian authentic flavour with the American smooth cream was hitting her senses. And then both of them realised that both the countries' food is great in its own way. And it's best when it's mixed together to make something unique.

Annika- Waah....it's amazing!

Shivaay- Yeah! It's really good...but iss dish ka naam kya rakhe?

Annika- INDICA!!!

Shivaay- Indica????

Annika- Haaa....India and America is equal to Indica.

Shivaay shrugged his shoulders "It's okay! I'll think of a name" He said ignoring her suggestion. He went away with the dish. She felt a lil bad but then putting aside her thoughts, she went behind him.

The guest tasted the dish and he really liked it...!!! 
He savoured all of it and then smiled at Shivaay and Annika....

Guest- What's the name of this dish?

Annika looked at Shivaay and then looked aside.

Shivaay- Sir, it's called Indica Desert.

Annika's jaw dropped and she smiled widely. Shivaay was happy seeing her smile.

Guest- Indica?

"Arre....Indica!! India and America...Indica! Actually ye dish dono countries ke flavours se bana Hain isiliye..." Annika said in her jolly tone. 
The guest nodded and gave the hotel an additional star. All were happy. But Shivika were almost euphoric out of which they hugged each other...

Annika pulled out from the hug and blushed a bit. Shivaay held her shoulders...."Annika...Kya tum zindagi bhar mere saath Indica Desert banana chahogi...?" He asked innocently.

Annika jumped and hugged him. She nodded her head. And both of them embraced each other in love, happiness and care.

And then started their unique love story mixed with the art of cooking. India and America...naah! It's INDICA...

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