NiBir OS- Love Potion
31 March 2017
Nisha looked at the vial skeptically. Yes, she knew it worked, but damn, her plan wasn't going to work. She wasn't really sure if whatever she was now planning would be enjoyable or would just make her go mad.
14 February 2017
It had been a day and a half since they had stepped Mumbai. Honestly, she thought that their Jaipur was far better than this crowded city. Saurav was on a photography project here and wanted to get pictures of the chor bazaar. Agreed, for a few pictures they had to plan for three days, spend on the tickets and hotels, but all was not bad. They were way from the family so could live as they want and well, she could spend time with Kabir, and even Kirti wasn't here to ogle at him. All was not lost.
Saurav soon forgot about the two as he worked on his project, delighted to find masterpieces in the Chor Bazaar. Kabir entered a shop of automobiles and refused to step out of it. So Nisha had just walked about the market, until she came across a small shop on the corner of the street. It looked as if would collapse any moment. Nisha was curious. She could see no one around, but that didn't stop her from entering it.
"Hello!" She called out and yelped in surprise when she heard someone clear his throat right near her knee. "Short syndrome," she remembered Jwala telling her, as she looked at the short man, who was about four inches.
"Welcome. Are you here in search of old artifacts, that are there in the books of history, but were never found?" He asked in a rather mystical voice. Nisha controlled a giggle that would have escaped her lips. It was so funny looking at a man dressed in white kurta- pajama, no taller than her knee, behave so mystical. He went on to push a bottle of a Mughal era looking bottle in her hand.
"The attar from the Mughal era, it smells heavenly,' But the smell of Jasmine only caused Nisha to sneeze. He went on to show a lot of things, that he claimed were centuries old. Nisha knew they were manufactured in the recent years and only the appearance would make someone (foolish) believe the man's words. After fifteen minutes, she started getting bored.
"I should take your leave now." She interrupted as the man told a fabricated story about an Indian queen.
"No wait! Maybe you should look at these Russian carpets. They look magnificent,"
"No, its fine," She walked towards the shop's door. Suddenly, a strong smell of wood stooped her. It reminded her of her Papa's harmonium. Soon, the smell changed to smell of dark chocolate and then it changed to an aromatic smell. Now her senses went numb. It reminded her of Kabir. His perfume!
"What is it?" She almost yelled, trying to fight her numb senses.
"Love potion." He said, a smirk on his face. She scoffed.
"What are you? A dealer of magical potions?"
"No, but I came across this vial some three months ago. It smells to me of my wife, but then I realized it smells differently to every person. One day I added five drops of this to my wife's tea who was mad about me and refused to leave me, confessing her love over and over again. The next day I added ten drops and..." Despite the fact that she didn't trust him, she could trust that he had a great time that night, because his cheeks were scarlet red. She laughed.
"What did it smell like, for you?" He asked, his eyes were firm and confident.
"That's none of your concern," Her voice wavered. "I have never seen this potion affect someone this strongly. Maybe your lover would go mad after you if it drop five drops in his tea."
The thought of Kabir holding her was amazing for a second. But no! Love potions are a myth and she wanted Kabir to fall for her, on his will, not under some stupid potion.
He passed a vial filled with mother-of-pearl sheen across the table. "I won't charge you. I wanted to get rid of it. It's a nasty obsessive thing for me, maybe you can handle it better." Though his smirk told her that he thought otherwise.
She picked up the vial, planning to throw it away as soon as she steps out of the shop. But the smell was beautiful. Maybe she could use it as a perfume. Oh wait! Maybe it was a perfume! Yes, that's what it must be.
Later in the day, she was proven wrong. Saurav had opened the vial and sweared that it smelt of Dolly's shampoo, Ahaan's baby powder, not knowing from where she had found it.
1 April 2017
She entered Kabir's rehearsal hall to see that he was still rehearsing. He nodded to her as he continued dancing. She looked at his bag and gulped. Why was she doing this? Should she stop? But then, she had to take her revenge for his prank that had almost forced her to eat 5 plates of spinach made by Rupal chachi last year. No! She would carry on. She had added two drops of the vial to her own tea yesterday and couldn't stop thinking of Kabir for almost 10 minutes. So maybe, it wouldn't be that bad.
She picked the bottle of his orange juice and made sure that he wasn't watching her. She counted five drops of the potion and placed the bottle back on the table.
After 15 minutes, Kabir was done with his rehearsals. But to her dismay, Sukku called her just that minute, so she had to leave. When she came back in the hall, Kabir hugged her.
"I love you,"He muttered in her hair. She couldn't help but feel happy. After all, she had waited to hear these words since last two years.
"I love you too," She smiled. He broke the hug and cupped her face. Her breathe hitched. Well, this wasn't the exact thing she had wanted from him. She wanted their first kiss to be out of his natural desires and love.
She pushed him away. Tears gathered in her eyes. This wasn't what she had planned. She had thought that he would just be obsessed with her for some time and then feel foolish about it. He pulled her closer and locked her between the mirror and his body.
"Kabir, I am sorry, please, let me go!" She cried. He ignored her and rubbed his thumb on her lips.
"My orange juice smelled of your shampoo," He said, burying his head in the nape of her neck. He kissed her there. She closed her eyes. As she felt him move away from her, she opened his eyes.
He looked in her eyes and leaned. Just when his lips lips were inches away from her own, he whispered against her lips, "I didn't drink the juice," and before she could say anything, he kissed her.
She was shocked. For a few seconds she felt her body go numb, all her senses stopped working. All she could feel was his body heat and his sweet lips. Then her lips, as if having a mind of their own, responded to lips.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. "The juice really smelled of your shampoo. And I really love you, honestly."
She burst into tears and told him everything. He hugged her and forgave her. He took the vial from her and emptied it in the sink.
The next time they visited Mumbai, after three years, was for their honeymoon. And before you ask me, no, she didn't go back to that shop.
Edited by _._shibani_._ - 7 years ago
Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
Mangal Lakshmi
