The Indian Casanova

5. Impulse

Chapter-5

Shivansh went inside her bedroom. The door was closed but not locked. He took a seat on the chair and waited for Ananya to sit on the bed in front of him.

Ananya was feeling more than one emotion. The kiss that happened, she felt violated but her body reacted differently. Of course, she wouldn't mention it but it felt nice, it felt hot, it felt exciting. And now Shivansh is in her room, she was astonished how courageous this man is.

"What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Ananya asked, looking at his neck and the poetry notebook in his hands.

"I remembered something. The first of the poems I ever wrote in this notebook was about your birthday, the cake that had 7 candles on it. 7 years old Ananya, full of joy and happiness, what happened to you?" He asked her.

"What happened to me? Nothing happened to me," She said.

"You try to act like my savior, saving me from my toxic behavior, saving me from toxic loveless relationships, saving me from my own tragedy of losing my mom. But what happened to you? You used to be so cheerful, now I see no excitement in your face. Sure you aren't depressed but you are neither happy nor excited for life, no joy that you used to have," He said, still keeping the notebook in his hands.

"I don't need your opinion on me. Do you care when I care for you? Did you ever care for that? So why should I care whatever you say, besides you shouldn't be here. You kissed me against my will, you care for nothing. Yes, I was cheerful or joyful, whatever, but you know what, you used to be a good person. Now I just don't know what kind of person I am talking to," Ananya said, she had to let it out.

When she was a young girl of seven, her biggest mystery was love. She knew that there was something called love but she never felt it. And now that she's not such a young kid, she still finds love a mystery. So it doesn't matter to her whether she was more joyful before and less now, nothing would matter until she gets to feel the true love in her bones.

"Anyway, I am here to bring back this notebook so you can burn it," He said.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" She asked.

He picked up the notebook and took it to his ear and jerked the notebook a little, "can you hear? It's empty, all those words are empty, it means nothing, you should burn it."

"Asking the same question again, why don't you burn it yourself?" Ananya asked, looking at his eyes and neck.

"I don't know, guess I don't want to do it myself, but that doesn't mean I am attached to it. I don't give a shit about it," He said and to prove his point, he threw the notebook on the floor.

She was quick to pick it up, place it on her head, and then kept it on the table, it was more of a religious attitude as notebooks, books, and things of education and wisdom are linked to Goddess Sarasvati and a Hindu isn't allowed to disrespect them. Ananya follows it innocently.

"I won't be burning it. That isn't like me. Look Shivansh, why don't you just leave? Or why don't you change yourself? The kind of personality you have adopted, it's toxic. I am sure some girls like it but you can do better than that," She said.

"Why do you care for me? I am not asking in the fight mood, I just wanna know. Seriously," He said.

"I have already answered it. I just care for the boy that you used to be before your mom died. We used to be friends. You used to be nice, innocent, sweet. Now I don't even recognise you. You act so impulsive sometimes," she said and she was about to say more but he intruppted her.

"Just how I impulsively kissed you?" He asked, with the same charmingly evil smile.

His charmingly evil smile. It was repulsively attractive. Disgustingly fascinating.

"Yeah, exactly that," She replied.

"You should try it too, sometimes it's fun. I don't know about you but I enjoyed kissing you, something different about your innocent lips, I felt like I an animal embarking my territory," He said.

His words created a repulsion in her but also attraction and eroticism. She felt something in her body, something in between her legs that she had never felt before ever in her life.

To be continued...

End of Chapter-5

Hey lovely readers, are you enjoying it? I was about to write the steamy part in this chapter but it went long before the *hot* stuff, so that will happen in the next chapter. A little more about impulses and what Shivansh may do to Ananya in impulse. Warning, it would be dub con.

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