The early morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the polished floor of the Rathore mansion. The peaceful quiet was suddenly disrupted by the thunderous sound of tiny feet pounding down the hallway.
“Mummaaaa! Papaaaa! Wake uppp!”
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