POTION OF LOVE

14. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A tired, sloppy yawn escapes my mouth as I rub my eyes. Blinking a few times I open my eyes, the dryness in my throat still evident. I run my hand through my hair and fix them a little. Holding the shoulder of my shirt I pull it up, she didn't even allow me to change from my pajamas

I don't understand why I am up early in the morning at sharp 5 am. Jasmine woke me up with a banging on the door and now here I am sitting on the couch of our backyard.

The morning is cool and pleasant, as the sun slowly rises from the horizon covering the skies in golden color. As beautiful is this view, I would rather watch it from my room instead of coming in the open

Jasmine stands in front of me at a distance of a few feets she has a whiteboard set while she draws her family tree.

It's a never ending family, more like a whole town that she is describing

Her hand moves across the white board scribbling in a rough manner as she draws a flow chart. Taking a sip of her tea from her favorite mug, which is cat shaped. Her hair set in a neat long braid, not missing a single strand to make her look shabby or uncomfortable in this weather

She is in her casual clothes, an oversized t-shirt and some printed pajamas. I am a type of person who likes organized things, seeing this mismatched attire gives me a ick. My eyes trail down to her feet, that pink fluffy slippers she is wearing that has some kind of rabbit ears gives me a headache

Why can't she wear a whole set?

She suddenly turns towards me and I straighten my posture to hide the boredom I have been feeling. She tosses a notepad towards which just hits my chest and fall to my lap "opps?" She says in a half sincere manner

"You could have gently passed it to me" I mutter while opening the book and grab a pencil from the coffee table before she throws it in my eye

"Okay, now listen properly and you gotta remember everyone" Jasmine says while tapping the back of the marker on the board, I can see the sleepiness in her eyes yet she is concerned

"First one is my dadi, my Paternal grandmother. Her name is Radha Singhania, she is now old and her memory is a bit weak but she is really active physically. She is sweet but strict when it comes to discipline. Remember to respect her and listen to her. Always!" She starts explaining, emphasizing the words when she talks about respecting her Grandma

I nod understanding it, and respect the elders. I scribble it down on the paper as she moves down. I wanted to ask about her grandfather but when I notice that she hasn't drawn him, I know he is no more. It's better not to mention it again

"My grandmother has 3 kids, my uncle, then my father and the my aunt" She says while circling three names

Vinod Singhania, Vikas Singhania and Indu Verma

"First my father, He is the chairman of Royal Crest. They are a 5 star hotel franchise in India. My papa is like water, calm and peaceful but don't do talk bad about any of his family or else that water can turn into a tsunami" she explains and takes a sip of her tea