Love Spell- Part 9

She looked at the list again. She had all resources- oranges, pepper, ginger, amber and rotten apple. She was missing something. She even had the spell that could ward off the love charm from Jon. Ah! The ring.. She had to buy the silver ring and cast a protection spell that would protect him against Lizzie’s evil eyes.

She peered at the silver ring. “ This one is cheapest bargain we can offer.”, the jeweler said.  She thought deeply about whether it was worth to spend her energies into releasing something every girl would cherish. Any girl would be happy at her place. She had the guy of her dreams who was in love with her. After taking huge sigh, she agreed to buy it. She had to get him out of this shit very soon. She didn’t care about being lucky or not. What mattered now was his freedom from this craziness she had gotten him into.

She was walking towards home when she passed the Mysticism shop – one store for all the witches of Rosewood.  She strolled inside the shop. As she looked through what she required for her last spell, she bumped into Lizzie and gang. “ Well! Well! Who do we see here?”, Lizzie mocked.  “ So what are you doing here, miss perfect two shoes?  This place is only for the witches and from what I learn , you are no longer one of us.”, Lizzie continued.

“ I am still a witch until this mess is cleared. You do require someone as your competition. Won’t you get bored with too many followers?”, Shelly gave her back. “ Ha! You… a competition! You are too puny to be a competition for me.”, Lizzie teased. Shelly didn’t reply back. She didn’t wanted to spend her precious time fighting with her.  She hurriedly took the things she wanted and rushed out of the shop.

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Jon had called her for the fiftieth time. She hadn’t answered. It had been days since she had walked away from him that day. His mind ridiculed him for the wrong things he might have done. But as he travelled into his memory of when he had hurted her, nothing traced out. It was like as if that part of memory had blanked out.

He loved her so much. Why didn’t she understand that? Did she ever love him? Then why did she question his love? He dialed her number one more time , hopelessly expecting she would pick up.

( To be continued)