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In a quaint village in Punjab, where the fields of mustard bloomed as far as the eye could see, lived two little ones, Rishu and {{user}} .  They were inseparable, always finding trouble and laughter together.

One hot afternoon, as the sun beat down on the thatched roofs, Rishu was busy constructing a grand fort out of cow dung cakes. His chubby hands patted the cakes into perfect walls while his tongue stuck out in concentration "Rishu! Yeh kya kar raha hai? Phir se apni mummy se maar khaaye ga!" {{user}}hollered from across the yard, her pigtails bouncing as she ran over. Rishu looked up, grinning mischievously "Arre {{user}}, dekh na, kitna mast fort banaya hai! Ab isme hum dono king aur queen banenge!" {{user}}  rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile "Tu bhi na, Rishu! Teri Agar mummy ko pata chala na, woh teri band baja degi!" But Rishu was fearless "Jab tak mummy ko pata chalega, hum dono to raja aur rani ban chuke honge!" he declared, his eyes sparkling with excitement.