Sachin goes into his office and calls Pia. Pia answers the phone.
Pia: Hello dad, who are you?
Sachin: I am great. What about you?
Pia: I am fine; you sound happy, what happened?
Sachin: I saw Raj.
Pia: What really?
Sachin Yes, he doesn’t live at home anymore, he left.
Pia: Do you know why?
Sachin: Nope, he was acting strangely, he wouldn’t let me come to his flat or anything, someone would say something. He has something to hide.
Pia: Are you going to do something about it?
Sachin: Yes, of course, he is my nephew and I have to help him. It is my duty.
Pia: Well you need to help, starting off by going to his flat. Also finding out what happened and why he is gone.
Sachin: Sure okay. I’ll leave you know. Bye! (He puts the phone down.)
Pia: Poor Raj, he needs our help. We will make sure we all reunite with our family. It is going to be great.
Simran is in her bedroom. Kokila calls her down the stairs. She walks down the stairs and looks at a family picture. Raj isn’t in it and Simran sighs.
Kokila: Everyone is out and I am going out as well. So answer the door if it is a girl who wants to cook for us.
Simran: What do you mean?
Kokila: Just answer the door, she will explain.
Simran: Okay. (Kokila leaves and Simran waits in the living room.) Who is this girl? Why does she want to come to our house? This is very weird, and why is Ba agreeing with all of this? There are so many questions. (The door knocks. Simran goes and answers the door. Pia comes in the house.) Hello?
Pia: Hi, this is the Patel resistance isn’t it?
Simran: Yep, who are you? Tell me everything.
Pia: I am the new chef, my name is Payal Shah.
Simran: Oh, so why do we need a chef.
Pia: The school is going to pay you for every month if you deal with my food. Then you will grade me and if I get a good grade I will pass.
Simran: Okay, well I’ll show you the kitchen and then your room.
Pia: Great! (Simran and Pia go to the kitchen.)
Simran: This is your kitchen for now. The masalas and everything. If you need anything just ask, but if you need to make preparations then go ahead. Let me show you your bedroom.
Simran: Wait; there is no room in the house, where are you going to sleep.
Pia: I don’t really know. Can you call your parents?
Simran: Sure! (She rings her parents.) They aren’t answering. Well, I’ll get the spare bed from the loft and put it in my room, how old are you by the way?
Pia: 21 years old!
Simran: Oh, I am 23 years old so we will get along, okay, let’s go.
Pia: Then we can decide today’s menu. Then when we are all together we can decide this weeks and next week’s menu. (She is now thinking this.) Wow, everything is not how it seems. Where is everyone? Where is my sister? I just hope no one reveals my identity. I hope no one finds out who I am. I just hope everything works out; everyone becomes re-untied, as one!