POTION OF LOVE

43. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

“Jasmine, this is a bit different” I sigh while buttoning up this long jacket. Soothing out the fabric with my palms and fixing the red stole draped on my shoulder — I am glad I remembered the guidance from the staff.

I have tried on so many different kinds of clothes for the past hour. Jasmine selected a couple of them for the countless series of wedding ceremonies.

Veer has made the arrangements for us to select our outfits in one of the rooms of this palace — even adding changing stalls. Bringing all kinds of traditional Indian clothing in different designs, colours and patterns. Each one with a separate name and unique styling.

I was astonished at first looking at the racks of outfits brought just for trials. I have seen and been used to fashion shows and designer clothing because of my family but the variation between foreign and Indian style has gotten me.

Jasmine has made me try out each piece which I like and also the ones she liked. I have worn so many of these that I lost count. For each one she had a different reaction — giggling, blushing, punching the cushion and all.

She looked cute while she gushed over me in her traditional clothing

I slid the curtain open and set out, Jasmine was seated on the couch while sipping a drink. She was talking to one of the staff members about a design in the catalogue.

God, her face.

Her hair was tied softly into a bun while leaving a few curls to frame her face. She wore this mirror work top that reflected every bit of the light along with a light work — silver lehenga. That's what she called it when I called it a long skirt.

She wasn't even trying, just casually lounging and looking like a masterpiece of art.

She looked up.

And stopped.

Just paused. No comment, no smirk or remarks. Her lips parted, and for a second, she just looked.

“What do you think?” I ask, trying to keep it breezy, spreading my arms a bit. While it's about my selection, I care a lot about her opinions. Not only because they matter but also because she knows what's appropriate for these events.

She stared at me for a long beat before speaking “You look like the groom” She mutters in a low tone but I could hear it. The instant fluster covers her face as she realizes.

My lips curve up into a smile at the thought to tease her “A groom is incomplete without a bride. Are you volunteering?”

She suddenly throws a pillow at my face which I catch mid-air. Due to the long experience in basketball and dodging her throws many times.

The woman who was previously talking to Jasmine lets out a small giggle which makes her even more embarrassed.

“Let me focus please!”Jasmine takes a long look at me from head to toe, her expressions neutral making it hard for me to understand if she likes it or not.