E K A K S H

The doorbell rings, and before she can even try, I get up to take it. The hotel staff member stands outside with the food trolley, plastering a smile on her face, most probably frustrated at delivering room service at this hour. 

Sorry, ma’am, can’t help. Someone was hungry and saying no to her is a bigger crime than waking the entire country up at unreasonable hours.

I take the trolley from her and mutter a small thank you before closing the door shut behind me. “Mhmm, it smells amazing.” Lia draws a breath, taking in the smell of the delicacies as I remove the lid from the food. 

It does smell amazing. 

I take out two plates and serve small quantities of the palak paneer, butter chicken and naan