Carnival - A fragrance for soul

The sea sparkled under the twilight sky as the carnival lights flickered to life. Vendors called out, music filled the air, and the fragrance of spices and sweets mingled with the salty breeze. Amid the chaos, a small perfume stall drew Meera in, its display of attar bottles glowing like jewels.

“Carnival,” the shopkeeper said, holding up a vial. “A fragrance for soul—Musk, Oud, Leather & Patchouli. It carries compassion.”

Meera dabbed a drop on her wrist, closing her eyes. The scent was deep and complex, like an intimate embrace full of passion and love. She turned to thank him but bumped into someone else instead.

“Sorry!” Adwait said, steadying her. As the attar’s fragrance reached his olfactory, he froze. “That scent...”

“It’s called Carnival,” she murmured.

“I am spellbound! Do you have any other plans for today evening?” he said, smiling.

Under the shimmering carnival lights, the fragrance wove an invisible bond between them, marking the beginning of something unspoken yet infinite.