“He is the lucky bastard, every time I come to college; he is roaming around with a new girl. How does he manage?” said the self-appointed leader of college bullies sitting near the tuck shop. 

“And you “visit” only once in a week. What if you become a regular here, he might start his second hand sale shop, buy cheap and not-so-defected “items” at handsome prices”, said one of the cronies and the whole group broke into laughter.

As the couple passed by the bullies, the dude they were talking about said something in the ears of his girlfriend and they both laughed too. Who was laughing at whom, it was difficult to tell. 

The couple entered inside the library, and it was lunchtime, guess they wanted to learn fast. 

 “I don’t have any clue, it just happens. And when it happens, I don’t mind”, said the dude fidgeting with his new mobile phone when one of his desperate friend asked him to reveal the “Secret”. 

Yeah, lucky you! You can let us use the used stuff; think about the poor people too. After all one day all the people fancy about charity. You start at an early age, we will pray for your success, said the desperate guy but his voice was lost in “You’ve got message” ringtone. 

“Ah! I don’t need prayers. Brave men ride high on luck, be brave, you will also succeed, someday”, said the dude while reading an SMS from his new girlfriend, asking him to meet him at “her place” tonight as her parents were outstation. 

He was not that handsome, he was just plain good looking guy but yes, he was rich. But in the last three years, he indulged in four love affairs and five or may be six one night stands. All the hottest chicks of his college, his sister’s college and every college within 5 km radius of his house, were his ex, or live telecast girlfriend. He was good at multi-tasking; after all managing three girls [projects] at the same time is not an easy job. Even the smartest project managers would have died to take lessons from him on time and stress management. 

He thoroughly believed in the idea of love, settling down, and marriage. But he wanted to wait and watch and have fun at the same time. Lightning, he would say can strike you anytime, anywhere. His stories were known all over, even his parents knew about his stories. Well, you can’t hide much from your parents, it is just an illusion we live with that they don’t know.  His stories made him even more popular among the girls. His case was becoming a demand going overboard case but he was good at fulfilling demands, in time always. Girls from his guitar school and drama classes liked him way too much. Well, he was talented of course.

She was a young beautiful, not so bold lady, sixteen or may be seventeen years of age.  She fell in love with a guy, first love as you call it. It was hormonally charged up affair, which died soon after they realized they were not fit for each other. The guy moved on, the girl became cautious. But seventeen years is not an age to restrict yourself. You tend to move out, explore, and try new things, and that applies for women too. She fell in love again, with a studious, smart and an ambitious guy. The affair went well for few months until the guy declared her to be an obstruction in his studies, career fuck up, as you may call it. Thanks to the modern contraceptives, it dint damage his career much. And the girl was broke again. However, she managed to pull herself back and tried to put her focus on other important things in life. 

In the meantime, the dude became a Casanova, everyone wanted to know his “secret”.

Slut was the term coined for that girl who literally fell in love, twice.

The dude was called Casanova by ladies. Men called him a lucky bastard.

There is one thing about a Casanova; ladies admire him.

A Slut remains a Slut always. The stories bring shame even when told after decades.

A Casanova is a Casanova, always. The stories bring proud, always.