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Eleven

As Raghuveer promised, he took Mohini to the village fair the next evening. The ground was decorated with the colorful eye-catching decors, Mohini pulled her ghughat to take a look at the decoration, the songs were playing on the huge speakers. Mohini curled her small fingers around Raghuveer palms as they continued to walk. Her eyes twinkled with excitement seeing the different stalls of soft toys, wooden toys and mud one.

"Jee! Main ye le loon?"

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