The Indian Casanova

4. The poetry notebook

Chapter-4

"Where were you?" Sneha asked.

"I was just walking nearby," He replied.

"But someone told me that you were running behind a girl, some girl named Ananya," She said, trying to sound contemptuous and superior.

He turned on his charming side, gave a smile and said, "I see you didn't like that I was running behind some other girls. You like it better when I run behind you, admire you, love you sweetly, fuck you hard and act obsessed with you."

"Aren't you obsessed with me?" She asked, in a bit seductive tone.

"Oh, I am. I am obsessed with you, I am obsessed with your persona, with your sweet smile, your breasts, your moans, your screams and...." he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "and your holes."

She let out a sigh, "and which hole are you gonna fuck tonight?"

"All of them," He replied.

She confessed that she's too horny and she cannot wait anymore. He didn't have a vehicle with him, neither did she. So they had to walk to his house. His house was nearby, ten or fifteen minutes of walk, and as her father wasn't home, they would be getting all the privacy to have a hot fuck session that involves hard fuck in each holes. He's kinky in that way, greedy as fuck, cannot let go of any holes but there's something about Sneha that he is always enthusiastic to fuck her.

When they reached his home, and he was about to open the door, he saw a parcel on the ground. He picked it up.

"Open up the door, I am so fucking horny, I can't wait anymore," Sneha was desparate and she did nothing to hide it.

He picked up the parcel and it was his old poetry notebook. On the first page, he had written a small poetry about his love for his mother. It was a childish attempt but it meant something to him.

His mood changed, his thoughts revolting, he was feeling emotions he never felt before and the only passage it found was in anger against Ananya. She's the one who kept the notebook here, he told her that she could burn it.

"What's wrong? Can you just open the door?" Sneha said.

"Plan changed, you have to go to your home, tonight we won't be doing it," He said, in the coldest tone. She felt so bad that she didn't even ask him to drop her to her house , she just started walking away.

He realised his mistake, and even though he doesn't really care, he still thought of acting a little nicer than the jerk that he was. He took out his bike from the garage and began to ride it. Then when he reached Sneha, he told her that he will drop her at her house. She was angry but accepted the offer.

Shivansh dropped her at her house and then he straight went to Ananya's house, he had the notebook with him as well. He parked the bike and went to the house, rang the bell, it was Ananya's mom who opened the door.

Ananya's and Shivansh's families are friendly with each other.

"Oh Shivansh beta, you here, at this hour?" She asked, she had some maternal love for him, maybe because back then he used to come to their house very often and his mother was very friendly with her.

"Is Ananya here? I need to grab some notes from her," he replied.

"She's in her room, come in," She told him, trusting him as if he's still the same kid he used to be several years ago.

He came inside and took the stairs, his instincts remembered her room even though memory had failed him. Her door was locked and he knocked twice, sweetly.

"Not now, Mom, I am not feeling well. I will just sleep," She said.

"Why aren't you feeling well, baby girl? Told you if you had burned the diary, you might have felt better," He replied.

Ananya was shocked, confused, and was wondering how the hell this guy was at her door. How obsessed a person has to be to reach straight to their house! But she can't blame him fully, even she went to his house and dropped the poetry notebook in impulsive behavior.

She opened the door slightly, she was wearing a light white top and a pyjama. The white top was fine but she wasn't wearing bra. The pyjama was fine too but her thighs and ass jiggles when she walks in it. She's conscious about it, that's why she wears it only at night when sleeping as they are also comfortable.

"Can I come in?" He asked, with the charmingly evil smile, as if he wasnt asking for permision to come inside her door but asking for permission to cum inside her.

"Sure," she said and opened the door fully.

End of Chapter-4

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