The Indian Casanova

3. Her first kiss

Chapter-3

"Do you love her?" Ananya asked him. She came to the party just a few minutes ago and was wandering around when she saw him kissing Sneha and putting his hands on her ass.

Ananya isn't jealous. She doesn't love him. It's not jealousy but she does care for him. She doesn't want him to get involved with those types of girls who care nothing for love and emotional support. And at the same time she doesn't want him to be one of those types of boys who care nothing for love and emotional support.

Her expectations of him are higher than what he thinks of himself.

"Why does that matter?" He asked.

"Because if your mom was alive, she wouldn't want you to be like this," She said, a little more boldly than she had expected of herself.

"You knew my mom better than me?" He said, angrily.

"I didn't mean that," She replied, holding her ground.

He leaned forward towards her, the distance between them was hardly a few inches when he asked her, "Then what did you mean, Ananya? And why do you care so much?"

She took a step back, "I am sorry, I didn't mean anything. I'll go."

Ananya was about to walk away but he caught her arm and squeezed it affectionately. She could feel some tension there. He pulled her towards him.

And he kissed her on her lips. It was a slow kiss, not too violating but violating nonetheless. Not too violent but violent nonetheless. Not too non-consensual forced but non consensual nonetheless.

Ananya didn't know how to react. Nothing like this ever happened. She pushed him away and began to walk and run away. He went after her.

"Ananya!" He called out, as they were on the streets now.

"Ananya, stop," He further said but with a laughing tone as if he was enjoying it. In his mind he was thinking that this bitch doesn't care when she comes in his personal space but just a kiss on her lips and she's acting horribly touchy. (Not to mention, his moral compass is broken.)

She stopped, "what?"

"What? Nothing. Just don't be too touchy, it was just a kiss?" Shivansh said.

"Just a kiss? It was...it was my first kiss. First kiss with a man I don't love. First kiss with a man who doesn't love me," She was almost in tears but controlling as much as she could.

For the first time, he realised that for some people like Ananya, the first kiss and things like that have sentimental values. He felt bad for what he did. For a time, they both kept walking, without saying anything. She was walking ahead, he was walking behind, not saying anything but not leaving either.

He broke the silence, "Wanna eat chocolate?"

She looked back and took the entire box away from him and said, "you don't deserve it."

"Yes, I don't. And I don't deserve how you sympathize with me. Can you just stop that? Why the fuck do you care? You cared for my mom, maybe she was nice to you or she was your favourite teacher but I am not her. I don't deserve anything good," He said.

"That's the problem. I don't want you to think like that. I want you to know that you do deserve good things," she told him.

"And why so? Why do I deserve good things?" He asked.

"Because I have seen you helping poor kids at Temple every week. I have seen you fighting the bad kids to stop them bullying the innocents. And I remember what kind of a boy you were before your mom died. I care for that boy. Not just because of your mom but because you were my only friend. Do you even remember that? Or you forgot it all just like you forgot your poetry notebook at my home?" She was filled with anger, emotions that turned into anger. There was darkness that she had repressed in herself. And no one knows about it.

Shivansh was speechless. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to react. Furthermore, the truth is only now that she had mentioned these things, those old childhood memories of friendship with her and the red poetry book came back to him. But he wondered how about him saving bullied kids and how does she know about him helping poor kids outside the Shiva Temple?

Just then his phone began to ring, it was a call from Sneha. He picked it even though his mind was on what Ananya said.

"Yeah, I am coming," He told Sneha.

After the call, he looked at Ananya, "Maybe you should burn that red poetry notebook and burn all the memories you have with me in childhood. It doesn't matter anymore. I really don't deserve anything good."

He began to walk away. She tried to stop but she was angry too. She was feeling ashamed that she cared for him. She was feeling confused about the kiss. She was feeling a lot of things that she knows he isn't even capable of feeling.

End of Chapter-3

Hey, lovelies, sweet readers, this chapter felt like rollercoaster ride when I wrote it. Are you enjoying it? Warning for future chapters, there may have more dub-con things. And any suggestions? Please support with comments, votes and suggestions.