The Indian Casanova

1. No Room for Compassion

Chapter-1

Shivansh Vedantam came out of the public library and took a pause before wearing his leather jacket. His dead mother taught him to find solace in books and that is one thing he has been following ever since she died. It was his way of remembering her.

There was something about him that made him look like an exotic creature of mysteries and girls always desired to get attention from him. Ananya wasn't like that. She only had compassion. She knew his mother, she was her teacher, and she cannot see how he looks so lost sometimes.

She was sitting on the bench outside the library when she saw him walking out. She noticed that his lips were moving as if he was talking to himself or chanting something.

He wore his jacket and began to walk past her.

"It's a lovely evening," Ananya said, in an impulse to start a conversation with him. She noticed him turning towards her, giving her a stare that felt like sword piercing her heart. It was intense. Now she knew why girls liked him, she had never felt those intense eyes piercing through her heart. She didn't know how to respond to that stare, so she just smiled back.

He knew Ananya, he knew her well. During his mother's funeral, she cried more than him. He knows she also tried to be good to him, show care and show that he is not alone. During school, it was fine, he ignored her but not anymore, he doesn't want her to be nice to him in college.

Whether it's his lack of emotions or comprehension of emotions, the truth is that he hates nothing more than other people showing him sympathy and compassion like he's some helpless boy who lacks maternal love. His first thoughts are always, "I will teach this slut how evil I am so she stops seeing me as a helpless child."

This thought was so intense when he looked at Ananya's body, her sweet smile, her fine breasts, the shape of her petite body, and her hands.

"Yes, it's a lovely evening," He replied.

"Would you like some of it?" She opened a box of chocolates for him. It's homemade chocolate with not so good shape but taste better than packaged chocolate. Late Mrs. Bhavna Vedantam taught her how to make them and it's her favourite ever since.

He was torn. He was torn between the desire of showing place to this stupid slut and a no less desire of tasting the chocolate that he knows comes from his mother's recipe.

Looking at her sweet smile, the desire to pull her against the library wall, lift up her skirt and fuck her right there declined a little. Sometimes she looks like a puppy, more in need of sympathy and care than what she shows to others.

"Yeah, I would like to taste one or two of them," He replied to her.

She gave him the chocolate and he tasted them. It reminded him of his mother and his anger subsided.

"It tastes amazing," He said as one corner of his mouth was brown with the chocolate.

"Take all of them," she said. Her voice trembled, she felt something for him deeply.

"No, no, I can't. I know cooking them takes lots of time and hard work."

"Take it, just take it," She said, pressing the box on his hands. And just then some tears started coming out of her eyes. She had to wipe tears from her fingers.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I don't know. I just felt something. I remembered your mom. She was so nice. It must be hard for you to live without her," She poured her heart out to him.

The desire to grab her, tear apart her clothes and just use her in the wildest way were rising his heart beats. He just wanna fuck her hard, make her stop pitying him.

His glance was too much to take for her. She didn't know what his thoughts were but she felt that she upset him by mentioning his mother.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it. I didn't want to upset you." She said.

She stood up and rushed towards the reading room of the library. Shivansh stood looking at her until she was out of his sight. He felt immensely guilty and mean for his thoughts for her. If his mother was alive, she wouldn't have desired a son like him. But he can't help it. His repressed anger is too much to handle sometimes. And after the death of his mother, he doesn't believe in morality.

Shivansh just hopes that she stays away from him or he may end up doing things that are not nice.

The End of Chapter-1

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