Chapter 112

Abrar

"How many cuisines can you cook?", the chief chef inquired.

"Only Indian, Chef. But I can learn fast", I said confidently. I was not nervous at that time. If I got that job, it was fine. If I didn't, that was also fine. Zoya had taught me something. The more we fear anything, the more the situation will try to haunt us.

I rolled my eyes around the kitchen of that restaurant. It was a well-known one, well furnished and expensive. I dropped the hope to get a job in my field. After management and marketing, I was only good at cooking. As Zoya had closed all the doors for me to get a job in multinational companies, I didn't want to waste my time. It had been two days since I talked to Zoya last. She hung up call in anger. After that, I didn't get any calls or messages from her. That meant she was up to something, or she stopped doing something.

However, that girl was so unpredictable that I didn't dare to assume anything.

"Well, we needed a junio