
ROMANTIC STORIES
A sweet fragrance of good food had pervaded the farthest reaches of a seven-star hotel. A girl of about 20 years had been rushing around in the kitchen of the hotel preparing the dishes. Her face was little, her eyes round, and her long, thick hair was tied in a bun, with strands of it falling on each side of her face. She was very pretty and adorable, but there was a clear indication that her face was in a hurry.
She looked at the hotel manager, who was standing nearby, and expressed her irritation by saying, "Manager Uncle, do you have some personal grudge against me?" You knew that the staff today was off. I was expected to be with my mother and get some decent sleep. So what was the purpose of inviting me to the hotel? Were you alone when I had my eye upon you, and did you trouble me to come here to you alone? You should have called anybody other than me, right?
Her face was wrangled in anger as she talked. The manager, who was chopping the vegetables fast, responded, "What can I do, Eeshani beta?" You understand quite well that the sir just prefers the food prepared by your hands. What would I say, calling in another person to you? You are also acquainted with the fact that Sir does not get dishes to his taste and that he is very angry.
In reply, Eeshani made a queer face. Now the manager went on in an accusing manner, but there is one thing about Sir that I cannot grasp at all. Although he is aware that the hotel is closed on Sundays and all the employees are off on Sundays, why does he visit this place so much on Sundays? He has been doing so in the past, and even after coming back from foreign trips, he does not stop doing this. He is extremely hard to know. He merely needs to go home after visiting India and have time with the family. Nevertheless, he goes directly to the hotel. I never saw so queer an individual. His connection with his family is like he does not have any connection with his family at all.
Yes, Uncle, he is really strange,, said Eeshani. He ought to realize that we are just human beings as well. We should have at least a day off. But he visits whenever he pleases. Half of his life appears to be spent in the hotel. But what can we do? After all, he is the owner. He is allowed to visit here at any time. We can only follow his orders."
Her face glummed up, and she said this. At this moment, there was a ring of the landline in the kitchen. The manager, hearing it, hastened to say to Eeshani, Hasten thou. I know that Sir has come to have breakfast sent out to him.
Eeshani began working at that. The manager went off to answer the call. At the other end a furious voice screamed, Why had it taken you so long to pick up the phone?
"I am sorry, sir," the manager replied, anxiety-stricken. I was rather too occupied in preparing the dishes.
The indignant voice called out again, "Is preparing the dishes more important than my call?
The manager replied in a nervous way and said, "No, sir, you are my first priority."









