His Bride

His Bride

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Mishti Maheshwari is the child of the family. Loved and adored by everyone, she is super excited to go back home after her second year of college, since her favourite sister, Neha Maheshwari is about to get married to The Abir Rajvansh! Abir Rajvansh is the heart-throb of the nation. Being the star player of the Indian Cricket Team has its own perks - attention from the entire female population of the country, being worshipped by young aspiring players and of course, royal-like treatment wherever he goes. But being the loving and caring family man that he is, he decides to get married, since his parents want him to. These two soft and genuine people meet once again at a Big Fat Indian Wedding! Join this roller-coaster ride as these two beautiful souls are all set to go on a journey called "Life"! *** This story is purely based on my imagination. Please refrain from copying my story. I have put in a lot of hard work and I will not appreciate it if someone else steals my work. This story belongs to me and can be found on Wattpad only. If found on any other platform, kindly message. Thank You! <3 ***
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"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. ~~~~~~~~ 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. 18+

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