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Once apon a time there were a great bissnesman named Mr.aggarwal. He was always alone .One day he was siting in the dining table .It was his birthday but nobody here to celebrate this moment with him.Suddenly he heard a sound of footsteps of a mam.He knew there were a theif comes his home.He says that I know you are there.Come out I did not call the police because you are the only person who comes my home on my birthday.I am alone here nobody here to celebrate my birthday.The thief comes out and the two celebrate Mr. aggarwal's birthday.The thief was too hungry so Mr.aggarwal gave him some food and drinks.And at the last Mr.aggarwal gave him a bag of full of silver coins.years rolled by.His fortunes changed now Mr.aggarwal was a very poor man man.His all bissness was ruined.Today it was his 50th birthday.It was 8:30 pm now.The bell rang."Who will be comes on my home now at this time?"thought Mr.aggarwal in his mind.He saw a man in his door who looks like a very rich person.The person comes with many gifts,fruits,sweets and a few drinks for Mr.aggarwal.Mr.aggarwal tried to recognize him but he did not recognize this man."I am your old theif." replied the man.The money you gave my I started a bissness and I earned lot of money in these years.Now I am a rich bissnesman.I comes here to celebrate your birthday.He said" It's a little gift for you my friend."and he gave a bag to Mr.aggarwal.Mr.aggarwal opened the bag and he saw that it was full of new currency notes inside the bag.

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Your ans is here - The Return Gift Mr. Aggarwal was a very wealthy businessman. One day he was alone sitting at his dining table. It was his birthday. He heard the footsteps of a man behind the curtains. He knew there was a thief there. “Come on! Thank you for coming to my house on my birthday. I’m alone,give me your company.” The thief was starving. He had good food and drinks. Mr. Aggarwal gave him a big purse. It had silver coins. Years rolled by. His fortunes changed. Mr. Aggarwal ,was a very poor man now. His business was ruined. Today was his 50th birthday. But he had become a pauper now. He was alone reflecting over his good old days. It was 9 pm. The bell rang. “Who can be at such a time to visit a poor man?” thought Aggarwal. He saw a man in a new suit with a lovely bouquet of red roses. He had many packets of gifts, fruits, sweets and a few bottles. He tried to recognise the man. “I’m your old thief,” replied the man. With the money you gave me I did some business. I earned a lot of money within these years. Now I am a rich businessman. “Let’s celebrate your birthday,” he said. “It is for you, a little return-gift.” He gave a bag to Mr. Aggarwal. Mr. Aggarwal opened the bag. It was full of new currency notes.