Vik was looking forward to the evening; He had an air of edgy tension about him – he was so wrapped in his thoughts, that he realized, in fact, the evening had arrived and its just about half hour away. He had the mien of expectations around him and at the same time he was taut. He had waited so long, worked out of his earlier innuendos by his own kind – In 30 minutes or so, he will have shown his doubters in his peer community; Couple of his peers and their cohorts had derided Vik’s capability publicly and had made fun of what Vik could do or capable of. That had led Vik to be taken out circulation out of potential opportunities for a while. Slowly and painfully, Vik had worked on his revenge. It was not easy, but Vik’s determination had seen it through. Vik would take care of that today; He knew those peers were here at the event too, he had chanced upon them, unbeknownst to them. They would taste what revenge means – that was definite and certain – Vik would ensure that. That would be indeed sweet for Vik. And cold. How true, thought Vik of the cliché – revenge when served cold will be the sweetest.
It was time now, he was 10 minutes away – he got out of his room, walked down to the event and waited nervously. After what seemed forever, Vik heard his name called out; In the Annual Chef’s event, the highly regarded, the much talked about, highly secretive Vik’s recipe was making its debut – he went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and picked up his dessert creation – it was a mélange of mainly Red Wine, Vanilla and Gelatin; and he had picked an unique name for it; Yes, Revenge, the dessert, will taste the best when served cold.