POTION OF LOVE

6. 𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠

I like dressing up but I am too lazy to do it

I have so many clothes but whenever I have to go out. I can't find anything good to wear right now. I groan in frustration looking at all the clothes spread out on my bed. As much as I hate making a mess I know I will somehow clean all this before going out

I have so many options to choose from but this choice is as hard as choosing an option while playing Kon Banega Crorepati

Taking a step back from the bed, my eyes wander across the different clothing. Few tops, jeans, skirts and dresses are all of them for many. And a few are so new that even the tags haven't been detached

I am the type of girl who repeats her comfort outfits but is still busy with new ones

I grab a black top and hold it in front of Charlie who is lounging on my study table. He lifts his head and yaws. I sigh knowing it's disapproval, without thinking twice I throw the top away

The only male validation I need is from Charlie

It's already getting late, Stella will be here any minute for our girl's date and here I am still in my pyjamas like I am ready for a sleepover

A knock on the door grabs my attention, I turn around to see Aunt Lia slowly opening the door and stepping inside with a small smile "Wow, I smell a fashion emergency" she says leaning against the door frame. Her eyes darted towards the clothes making me feel embarrassed

I sigh and nod

"So what's the occasion?" She asks while walking towards the bed and looking over the clothes. I lean against my study table slightly putting my weight on the edge "A date-"

Before I could complete it, Aunt Lia's head snapped up at the word. In a swift motion, her hand moves forward as if she had already memorized all the fits laid there. She grabs a floral dress and holds it "Cute, charming and comfortable" she lists out

I couldn't help but chuckle, stepping forward I took the dress shaking my head in denial "I meant a date with Stella" I clarified. Her mouth goes in an o but not with disappointment, she hums and looks over to the bed again

"Why don't you wear your traditional? They always look good?" She suggests. Her words make me feel hesitate as I glance at my closet thinking about the Indian dresses I have behind them

During my first year, I wore it a few times. From a suit to anarkali and even Kurtis but each time I faced some judgemental glances that still linger in the back of my head. Taunting me whenever I try to touch my favourites again, the reminders of those mocking comments play in my head on repeat

I am in a different country, around different people. I should have understood that long before and stuck to simple clothes like everyone else's

Blending in, instead of standing out