In the heart of Mumbai, where power and treachery entwine, a perilous game unfolds. Nishant Mehra, the city's most feared mafia kingpin, is consumed by an insidious obsession with Mishti, a woman whose beauty captivates his dark heart. Determined to possess her, Nishant's malevolent intentions threaten to shatter her world.
To protect his daughter, Mishti's father plea!
Abir Rajvansh, a formidable businessman whose reputation instills fear and respect. Abir's arrival is both a blessing and a mystery, his true motives concealed beneath a veil of charm and enigma.
As Abir and Mishti navigate this treacherous path, secrets begin to surface. Mishti's, drwan to Abir's magnetic presence, remains unaware of the dangerous forces at play. Meanwhile, Abir finds himself ensnared in a conflict of loyalty and burgeoning affection, struggling with his own dark past.
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As the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery glow over the room, Abir's gaze locked onto Mishti's. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, an unspoken desire simmering just beneath the surface. He took a step closer, his breath mingling with hers as he whispered, " I can't fight this anymore, Mishti."
"Why does it seem like you're fighting a battle you can't win, every time you look at me, Abir?"
"You think you can claim her, Nishant. But love isn't something you can own; it's a force that defies control."
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In a world where love and loyalty are tested, will Abir's growing affection for Mishti be enough to protect her from the darkness that threatens to consume them both? Or will the sinister web of betrayal and obsession pull them apart forever?
DISCLAIMER ~
• Mature Content
• Blood Thrist
"Its cold abir,"mishti screamed.
"Yes angry chorni,it's cold because its ice."I said in her ear and she arched her body.
I started kissing her neck and she moaned.I moved down and down to her cleavage and kissed the swell of her breasts.
Mishti shivered and my one hand grabbed her waist to keep her still.
"Please stop abir,"mishti feebly said.
"I won't stop because you made me bath with ice cold water."
I went a little down and sucked water on her waist.She moaned heavily and I kept kissing her.
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A collection of one shot stories on mishbir.
Mishti Aggarwal
Abir Rajvansh
Our famous mishbir stories with a twist of spices and a large amount of jaggery in it.
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