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Mere pyar until jannah

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Coucou tout le monde !

Dites ? Qui a connu le monde Bollywood style Shahrukh khan, Hritikh Roshan et toute ces belles actrices indiennes ?!
 
Ah oui je sais...Ne m'en dites pas plus ! C'est un univers qui n'emballe pas la majorité d'entre vous mais je vous raconte mon histoire 😊 

Ce monde, fut mon adolescence, je ne rater aucune sortie de film pour vous dire ! et tous ces décorations artistiques qu'on y trouve dans les chansons woihouu ! tels que : Tumse Milke Dilka Jo Haa voire The Medley - Full Song - Mujhse Dosti Karoge  Just amazing !


Bon les ami(e)s commençons !

Moi c'est Mayra, j'ai 25 ans, je suis musulmane et j'ai des origines des îles de l'océan Indien (une petite connaissance de la géographie ça ne fera pas de mal) je vous laisse deviner en attendant 😊


Tout a commencé sur Snapchat, j'avais 24 ans et vous savez les filles qu'à cet âge tu as les parents qui sont motivés comme jamais à te chercher un mari ! 

De mon côté, cela me m'était dans tous mes états.  Je venais d'avoir mon diplôme, mon permis en même temps et quand toute ta famille se met à envisager ton mari alors que ce pauvre mari n'hexite même pas encore ! Tu pouvais qu'en rire jusqu'à ce beau matin où tout bascule...All Rights Reserved

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Chapitre 1 : La visite de mes grands-frères
Fri, Jun 26, 2020

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Chapitre 1 : La visite de mes grands-frères
Fri, Jun 26, 2020

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