Prideindia Stories

Mihir's attitude switches between hot and cold towards the handsome stranger he met at a wedding. It must be written in the stars for them to cross paths as he was not the one invited to the wedding. One meeting and Mihir was lost, now a part of the colorful spectrum he did not understand. In a constant battle with himself, his mind has begun finding familiarity in the bedlam. Because he knows; try as he might, he has been on the losing end since the start. Dodging the stranger's pointy-teeth smiles and staying alive after a wholesome conversation seems to be impossible. Mihir is a loser and maybe he prefers hot over cool. ───※ ·❆· ※─── Updates: Once a month