Slap
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He kissed on her soft cheek.
But she slapped him hard on his face.
‘Why, dear?’ He asked quite puzzled.
She showed her little palm, a blood stained mosquito was stuck on it.
‘So, papa..’ She said, kissing him on the place where she had slapped earlier.
His face lit up with a smile.
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Good Vasu
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Thanks, Ravi
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Lovelyyy ❤
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Thank you ☺
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