Royal series ( Book 1) 18+
Hi, Im your authorbrishti this is my first story i hope you will like it ....
MISHTI DAS is a 24 year old beautiful bengali girl ,she is funny but ambivert kind of a girl who aspires to open her "own music academy", as she...
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As Rian and Aakriti celebrated their marriage at their lavish wedding reception, joy and love filled the air as friends and family showered them with congratulations and blessings. Amidst the festivities, Arhaan and Vishakha found a quiet corner to steal a moment away from the crowd.
With hearts brimming with their own newfound understanding, Arhaan and Vishakha decided it was time to take their relationship to the next level. They held hands as they made their way to their respective parents, their steps filled with a blend of nervousness and excitement.
Arhaan, with a determined yet gentle demeanor, approached his parents with a confident smile. "Maa ,Papa," he began, his voice steady, "there's something important I'd like to discuss with you both."
Meanwhile, Vishakha, her eyes shining with anticipation, stood before her parents, feeling a surge of courage within her. "I have something to share with you," she said, her words carrying a sense of certainty and hope.
As they opened up about their feelings and intentions, their parents listened attentively, their expressions shifting from surprise to understanding. With each word spoken, the bond between parent and child grew stronger, rooted in trust and mutual respect.
And as the night wore on, amidst the celebration of one union, the seeds of another were planted, blossoming into the promise of a future filled with love and unity for Arhaan and Vishakha.After that they decided to announce to the world and medias and they move towards the reception stage.
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As I strolled through the reception hall, balancing a glass of orange juice in one hand and engaging in conversation with Dadu on the other, a sense of familiarity and comfort enveloped me.
Hello dadu.. I greeted warmly.
hello mishu ,kokhon aascho daadu r kacche aar sob kichu theek ache toh?? Dadu inquired, concern evident in his voice
{ hello mishu, when you are coming back to dadu, is everything alright }
Im fine dadu.. aar ami kal chole aashbo .. tumar bou maa tomay medicine decche toh timely? i asked
