POTION OF LOVE

38. 𝐉𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭

“It worked. It worked. It worked~”

Stella sings in an opera tone while she is twirling around her room. I sigh softly, shaking my head. Resting my chin on my palm as I watch Stella dancing on the screen.

My fingers brushed against my lips unconsciously, his touch still lingering - a small smile appearing on my face.

She stops and stares at me like she would just jump out of the screen onto me “See! Look at you all glowing and smiling!” She squeaks. I open my mouth to calm her down but she snaps her finger “Don't you dare ask me to calm down. Remember what you did when I kissed Liam?”

Her words make me go back to two years ago when Stella randomly came to our dorm all drenched in rain and said Liam kissed her.

Even while she showered I stood out of the door asking her to tell me everything.

Should have minded my own business.

Now I am getting the taste of my own medicine

“Alright, tell me everything” She says calming down and taking a seat, yet her eyes sparkle with excitement “Or whatever you feel comfortable with” she adds.

Her smile is as bright as ever, her blonde hair let into her loose natural curls. She is wearing a blue t-shirt that matches her eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if I ask her if it's Liam's.

I see her in his clothes more than himself.

I always feel single because of this. But wait-

I am not single anymore?

I sigh, relaxing myself a bit, dressing in this silver lengha is making me feel hot or is it because of him?

“He got jealous and understood my plan” I mumbled awkwardly. Stella blinks in surprise “Wow he is really observant but it's alright as the plan did affect him”

I nod, “Then he said few things, then we kissed and then he confessed that he love me” I say, my voice goes lower with each word and by the time I let out the word ‘love’ Stella was already fist slamming on her desk, her squeaks covered by her palm

“Jasmine Singhania! Do you realise what kind of perfect story you have experienced? Enemies to lovers, fake dating, he fell first!” Stella groans softly, her book girl is being fed a feast.

I chuckle, shaking my head. Stella doesn't know about the painting thing or else she would have gone crazy “Stop being so dramatic!”

She shrugs nonchalantly “Nope, not when I am witnessing a book live. Not when the guy who once rolled eyes at you now looks at you like you are the only thing that's worth believing!”

Her words slowly sink in - he used to roll his eyes at me but now he looks at me with those dreamy eyes.

My stomach flips again