Tiny Love Stories 1: A glass of Merlot
- Mar 30
- 1 min read
Updated: 5 hours ago
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Mishti Mukherjee was a typical British-Indian woman in her 20s, who looked down upon the idea of marriage as most women in her age group did. However, her father (Mr. Abhimanyu) was of the opinion that she had reached a marriageable age and must start being courted by suitors. And he took no time in deciding his friend's (Mr. Dinesh's) son, Kabir, to be the perfect match for Mishti. Point to be noted though, Mishti and Kabir were childhood enemies. Adulthood had not really changed their equation much.
Coerced by their parents to sit together on their first official date, Mishti and Kabir didnt know what to do. They ordered red wine, and tried to initiate small talk. When the wine arrived though, Kabir's hand hit the glass accidentally. A sweeping wave of Merlot escaped his glass, crashing across Mishti's white dress in a violent, blooming shape.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Kabir gasped.
Mishti froze for a minute. Then she thought she had to rush to the washroom. Before she could get up though, Kabir was there. He took charge, as he dipped a linen napkin into his water and helped her clean herself. His knuckles grazed her sternum and a fleeting, electric heat passed through Mishti's heart. She couldnt define this fluttery feeling.
"Oops did my Heart do a Somersault?" Mishti wondered.
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