All Chapters of Recipe of Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Asha exerted all the strength she had to move the loaded curtain inch by inch, afraid it would become pitch dark and had no way to find her way to her hideout on time.  As time went on, she noticed the sandy path was still clear to her eyes. She looked heavenward and saw a full moon. And said a brief prayer, thankful for providing her light. It solved half of her trouble. However, she carefully checked the surroundings from time to time to see if there was anyone following or who saw her.

On the next day, she bought a veil, covered her face, and went to a doctor. She asked for medicine to wake a person."Let me be clear, the man is sleeping for a long time like in a coma?" The doctor said, sitting behind his wide glass desk, confused with her request.

The old lady gave her directions up to a small empty sandy lot at the end of Panibon, where the salt water and river water met."Find a purple flower with long stems and thorny leaves," Thakurma said, eyes looking vacantly at the swirling river water. 

Ronjon thought of filing a case against the District Chief of Police and Arup. Asha went in their hiding place with a bunch of Bapa Pitha laid on a flat stone covered with a wide banana leaf. She handed one to him. "You don't know Mister Arup's connections. It's not worth your life. Let it be." She said those words, thinking of her father’s death where justice w

She placed the powder in a clay bowl, mixed it with water, and applied it on his face. The result, his face looked like the cracking mud on a dried river. Asha let him wash his face, feeling bad with the money she spent. While Ronjon scrubbed his face well at the river, reddening it as he rubbed. He heaved a deep breath, feeling refreshed after taking that random paste off his face.

Asha and Ronjon arrived at the bus station of Paak City two hours after. It was an exhausting and inconvenient ride for Ronjon. He sat between Asha and an old man while his long legs cramped in a small space. Somehow, Asha took the seat by the window, enjoying the passing view.They chose an excellent restaurant to rest in. Asha thought of wearing her Sharee. Ronjon se

Fishal came in, but Monojit greeted him at the doorstep. Both men hugged each other tightly."Son, it's been three years. You made me suffer waiting for you."

"I don't believe you. Baba only mentioned that he was planning, but nothing was set in stone." She said with determination. Marriage was not an option for her now. She had to start her own path, become a chef, and show the world her father was truthfully innocent."Why won't you believe me?" Fishal's mind went into a frenzy. This was his only chance to convince her, to

Arup's temple throbbed with anger, incensed to see Ronjon alive. "All of you have the guts to show up here. I hope you're not wasting my time. Or did you come to be sent to the gallows soon?"Ronjon spoke first. "I could have sent you to the gallows if not for Asha stopping me. Don't try any stupid moves now. The people back in the Capital already know of your attempts

She cooked the dish as quickly as during the competition. Arup didn't allow anyone to serve aside from her. The children thanked her as she scooped the dish on their plates. Asha promised in her heart, she'll come back and provide a better life for these kids. Her last stop was the table where two plates were waiting for her and Arup. Ronjon, Monojit, Fishal, Aru