Nayan wiped the sweat off his brow for the fifth time, but he was still feeling hot. It had nothing to do with the weather which was rather pleasant. His friend had said, the potion worked. Nayan should get Roja to consume it. And then, she will look at nobody but Nayan. The thought made him bolder.
The shopkeeper was watching Nayan. He came near him and asked in a whisper, ‘Don’t be afraid, sir. Do you want the love potion?’
Nayan replied in a whisper, ‘Yes’.
‘Perpetual love or Immediate love?’
‘Immediate,’ Nayan grinned.
‘That will be 1000 Rupees extra.’