POTION OF LOVE

32. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

The airport was quieter than usual, bathed in the morning light. We arrived earlier than the commercial flight as we took the jet before our decided time

The air of Mumbai was different from my side. A few people around waiting for their flight were chatting, eating, and exploring. They had this joyful expression on their face due to excitement and a few people rushed in like they were already missing the bus

I smile forms on my face as I look around while pushing the luggage cart.

Jasmine steps beside me, adjusting her purple dupatta again. I can see she is feeling self-conscious, and I don't understand why; she looks gorgeous, wrapped in purple clothes with silver embroidery.

Her long earrings with her hair done loose make me want to stare at her.

"Am I-"

"Yes, Jasmine. You look perfect in your dress, hair and makeup. Everything is on point except your stressing brain" I cut her off before she repeats the same question for the tenth time in the day.

She takes a deep breath, relaxing, and gives me a small nod "Sorry, it's been a while since I met everyone face to face, and now I am bringing you; I don't know how they will react" she mutters, the nervousness highlighted in her voice.

I take a step closer, making her look at me "It will be fine, just think positive. It's your brother's wedding and you should be happy, not stressed. And whatever happens, I am here" I assure her

A small smile appears on her lips; she tilts her head up. "You are being surprisingly nice. I will give you a brownie point for the jet and all the stuff you arranged for me"

I raise my eyebrow in interest. "Brownie point, huh? So how many did I gain yet?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows teasingly as I rest my arm on the cart handle making my face come closer to her

She presses her lips together thinking before she takes a step closer, her fingers coming up to my shirt and buttoning the collar button. I gulp the lump in my throat when her fingers brush against my skin

"You gained one, gain five more points and you will be rewarded" she replies, her voice dropping lower

My breath hitches at her words, her signature floral scent dislocating my focus. I clear my throat, forcing myself to look away from her. "I think I deserve another point for dressing up for you", I try to bargain, gesturing to my white button-up shirt with black trousers, which Jasmine made me wear.

Because jeans and T-shirts aren't appropriate to meet her family

I don't mind though

She hums while crossing her arms. "Are you forgetting clause number 3? Let me remind you - party B should listen to everything party A says up to the limits and requirements for the wedding", she says in a professional-like tone, "This is a requirement," She adds a gesture to my clothes.