8. The Feelings of Two

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Chapter-8

"Do you love me?" Ananya had asked after the intimate movement she shared with Shivansh.

"I...I don't," This was the reply by him.

Shivansh couldn't understand what he was feeling for her. It's true at first he wanted to hurt her but seeing the innocence in her eyes, he couldn't do it. What was her mistake? That she cared for him? Yes, he used to find it annoying and irritating how she would care for him as if he's still the young kid who lost her mother. But was it evil? Was it wrong? Was she trying to hurt him? Was her intentions wrong for him?

Thinking all these thoughts in a small time frame, he changed his words and said, "I don't know."

Then he again said, "I don't know yet."

Ananya didn't say anything. She was soft on him and she let him take his time. They spent a little more time together before he left her house.

Everything is changed for Ananya.
Everything is changed for Shivansh.

For Ananya, it was the first feeling of love, a spark that she felt in her chest. It was soft, it was warm, it was a melodious feeling. She was optimistic. She felt he would end up loving her back. She feels whatever happened in the night means he desires her too. But she was angry. She didn't want things this way. He didn't respect her boundaries, he just broke every wall and came to conquer her. It was wrong. She could cry at any moment.

For Shivansh, he is feeling guilty. He is feeling broke. His heart is burning with the fire of shame and self-hate. If his mother was alive, she would have hated him for what he did, especially when his intentions were wrong. How could he forcefully kiss a girl, arouse her, make her cum, when he doesn't love her? How could he do that especially to a girl for whom kiss means much more than two lips touching, for whom sexuality is just an expression of love, for a girl who cried out for love after intimacy, not more mindless sex.

However, both of them were feeling a general thrill, a little joy, a heightened sense of emotions, love and a soft flame to consume them again.

Back home, Shivansh didn't sleep even for a moment. He kept thinking about Ananya, his mom, himself, and what he did. He might pretend to be a bad guy, he might even be a bad guy of some level but he isn't emotionless and he cannot accept what he did to Ananya.

The next day, he began to look for her outside the library. When he found her, he took her in a little private place.

She was blushing, her heart beating for love, she felt this is the moment he may confess his love for her. She felt now she can hug him. For a kind of girl Ananya was, a cute hug, a romantic kiss is more important than any number of orgasms. She wants to care for him, she wants him to care for her. That's her idea of love.

"I am sorry," Shivansh said.

Ananya couldn't understand.

"I am sorry for what I did yesterday. I don't love you. I don't care about you. I was annoyed at you and I just wanted to get back at you. But what I did was wrong. Clearly wrong. I am sorry, and I am ready to accept whatever punishment you would have for me. If you want to file a court case against me or demean me on the internet, I totally understand. Or if you wanna hit me or something or hurt me. I would understand. You can do any of that. I will accept it, whatever it might be. I am sorry." Shivansh said.

There was a pang of guilt, pain, and self-hate in his voice. Whatever he said, he meant it. He meant it fully.

But Ananya couldn't grasp it, she felt feelings unknown to her heart, she felt betrayed, she felt violated. She hated him, she hated him for not loving her back. She hated him with every cells of her body.

She began to cry, forgetting where she is, she wanted to speak but couldn't. She hit him on his chest, she hit him hard.

Then she left. She left from the library and from his life, with the resolve that she would never even desire to see him again.

End of chapter-8

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