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Twelve years old Arnav, walked up the stairs of mandir with spring in his steps, holding his mother's hand. A goofy smile etched over his lips all the time and the soft skin of his cheeks had turned red due the heat radiating out of the scorching sun.

"Chotte? Are you fine? Do you want to sit and drink some water?" Ratna asked her son with concern, caressing his head.

Arnav smiled up at his mother and shook his head, placing a kiss on his mother's hand. "I am fine Mumma."

Ratna smiled and nodded, resuming to walk towards the pandit. She had come there to talk with him regarding a pooja which had to be held in Sheesh Mahal. Arnav walked with her, looking around the place with his shining curious eyes. A small smile was playing on his lips continuously.

"Pandit-ji, Namaste!" Ratna greeted, reaching near the old man who smiled and reciprocated the greetings.
Arnav also greeted him with a smile and stood quietly while Ratna started discussing pooja related stuff with the pandit.

As the little enthusiastic boy roamed his eyes around the mandir, he saw a little girl at a distance sitting on a bench and weeping continuously. From where Arnav was standing, he could make out that she was really upset and was crying really hard. Her little body was shaking and she was wiping her cheeks with her palms now and again.

Even though, Arnav was actually allergic to girls and their presence since they annoyed him to no end by hovering around and sweet-talking him, but this little crying angel had somehow attracted him. He felt like going near her so he very quietly pulled his hand out of his mother's hold and walked towards her, not before informing his mother that he was going around just to take a look.

Reaching near the bench, the twelve years old Arnav take a good look at the little girl in front of him and silently admitted that she was indeed very cute. Her eyes were of almond color and she had very cute chubby cheeks. Her soft and long brown hairs were left open on her shoulders and her small button nose was red, probably due to continuous crying.

Wow she is so cute. Arnav gushed in his mind. I feel like pinching her cheeks. Should I? He wondered staring at her. But what if she gets angry and punch me on the face. No no! He shuddered at the thought and straightened up his shoulder, looking around the mandir to see if anyone else had reached his thoughts too and sighed in relief when he saw none was paying attention to them.

"Hey!" Arnav called out for her.

The little girl stopped crying for a moment and looked up at him curiously. She looked so adorable doing so that once again, little Arnav felt like pinching her cheeks.

"Cute baby, why are you crying?" He asked her softly

Upon hearing him, the little girl's eyes filled up with tears once again. She sniffed and sobbed, as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Please don't cry." Arnav said recklessly, as he sat beside her on the bench and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Cute babies like you don't look good while crying." He said, now caressing her cheek.

The little girl stopped crying once again and looked at him with her surprised doe like eyes. Her mouth had opened wide and she was blinking her eyes rapidly, as if in a trance. Once again, she presented such an adorable picture that Arnav felt like pinching her cheeks.

"I am cute!?"

Arnav smiled at her. "Yes! You are very cute." He finally gave in to his wish and pinched her both cheeks sweetly.

"Aww!" The little girl giggled shyly and hid her face with her palms, peeking at Arnav's face from between her fingers.

Arnav grinned at her cute antics and tickled her sides lightly, making her burst into fits of laughter. Her hands which were covering her face were now trying to pry off his hands from her.

"Shtop plshh...hey shtop na. Hey Devi Maiya...plshh stop...oh I am so ticklish...shtop plshh.." She continued to laugh uncontrollably and finally pushed his hand away.

"What's your name?" Arnav asked.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta." The little girl replied, with her chin held high.

"Nice name." Arnav smiled. "But I will call you Tweety, can I?"

Khushi's eyes widened once again and a giggle escaped her mouth. "Tweety? Why?"

"Because you are cute like her." Arnav replied, pinching her cheek once again.

"OK." Khushi bobbed her head up and down but then stopped and smacked her head with he'd little palm. "Oh I fo-got to ashk your name. Shee how I buddho I am. What ish your name?"

"Arnav Singh Raizada."

"Annav Ching Laijada." Khushi repeated after him. "So big name.." Her eyes widened once again.

Arnav cringed inwardly as she successfully destroyed his name but smiled nevertheless and tried correcting her. "It's Arnav, Tweety."

"Sho I shay shame(same) na. Annav." Khushi glared at him.

Arnav sighed. "No Tweety. You are saying wrong. It's ARnav. AR-Nav." He tried explaining once again.

Khushi flared her nose and gave him a sharp look. "I not shay wlong(wrong). I shay collect(correct). AN-Nav, Annav. Shee, I shay light(right)"

Arnav gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded, finally realizing that he can't correct her but surely can piss her off if he continued to admonish her.

"Yes Tweety, you are saying right."

Khushi giggled again. "Ale you my new fliend Annav?"

"Yes I am." Arnav replied almost instantly.

"Sho huggie me na. I shaw on TV. Fliends huggie each othel.." Khushi informed his wisely, opening her arms to hug him.

Arnav didn't think for a second and hug her immediately, pulling her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "You are so cute Tweety."

Khushi giggled shyly and kissed his cheek as well. "You are cute too."

Arnav pulled back from the hug and looked at her frowning. "I am not cute."

"Yesh you ale." Khushi stressed.

"No Tweety, I am not cute. Don't call me that." He said a little sternly this time.

Khushi's fave fell immediately. "Why?"

"Because boys aren't cute." Arnav informed her seriously.

Khushi's eyes enlarged again. "Than? Than what boyish ale?"

Arnav looked at her and smirked. "Boys are handsome and I am handsome too. Very very handsome." He replied cockily.

"No." Khushi shook her head stubbornly. "You ale cute. I call you cute only."

"Tweety don't. I told you na." Arnav glared at her and regretted instantly as Khushi's eyes filled up with fat tears.

"You..ale not my fliend. You ale...bad boy. You no good. No mole my fliend. Scoded(scolded) meh. Sho sho bad. Shtop me from calling you cute. Bad boy. Hawww." Her mouth formed a perfect O at the end and she burst into tears, hiding her face in her palms.

Arnav panicked seeing her tears and quickly shifted closer, holding had hands and tried to stop her from crying. "Hey hey Tweety. Don't cry please. I shouldn't have done that. Its my mistake. Don't cry please. You..you can call me cute, ok. Please mat ro, please Khushi." He pleaded her.

Khushi stopped crying at once, listening the last sentence and looked up at him. "I call you cute?"

Arnav nodded. "Yes yes. You can."

"You no scode(scold) me agaih(again)?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"No I won't. I promise."

Khushi kept on looking at him before nodding her head and wiped her cheeks. She folded her hands on her chest and gave him a pointed look, almost smug and held her chin high.

"Now shay shorry to me." She demanded.

Arnav was taken aback for a moment. "Why?"

"Why whah?(what)." Khushi gave him a sharp look. "You made me cly. You were bad. Youl mishtake, sho shay shorry now."

Arnav pursed his lips, fighting hard to stop the smile that was threatening to break over his lips and looked at the adorably cute and sweet little girl in front of him. She was beautiful but with that, she was extremely sharp and stubborn too. And, not to forget..she thought herself of as something very big and hot shot.

"Shay shorry Annav. I wait." Khushi shook his hand.

Arnav leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I am sorry Tweety."

Khushi let out a satisfied sigh. "Oki, i folgive(forgive) you but no do thish again or I very angry." She warned, pointing a finger at him.

"I won't." Arnav assured her with a smile.

He was then suddenly reminded of why he had actually came here in the first place. "Tweety."

"Yesh?" Khushi looked at him, swinging her legs in the air.

"Why were you crying earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Khushi's eyes watered again as a sudden realization dawned upon her. She had totally forgot the reason behind coming in the mandir. Arnav's company had made her forget momentarily but now, as Arnav asked her the reason behind her crying earlier, she was reminded of it all over again. Tears formed in her eyes and lips started quivering. "My babu-ji.."

Arnav moved forward and wiped her tears softly. "Don't cry Tweety. I told you na cute babies like you don't look good crying. Tell me, what happened to your babu-ji?"

"He ish sick, vely sick. Amma also cry. He ish in hoshpitah(hospital). My fliend said that if I come in thish mandir and fly off one pigeoh(pigeon) than my babu-ji will be finh(fine)" Khushi told him between her hiccups.

Little Arnav felt so bad for his Tweety. He felt like crying himself seeing his little friend cry her eyes out.

"Tweety, why are you crying? Come, we will together and fly off pigeon for your babu-ji." He said, holding her hand.

Khushi shook her head. "I have no money. I vely poor. Shee.." She showed him her empty purse and burst into tears.

"Tweety listen." Arnav cupped her face in his hands. "Don't cry please. Come with me. I will ask my mumma for money. She will give us and then we will together fly off one pigeon for your babu-ji."

Khushi looked up at him with hesitant eyes. Even though, she was small but her morals and self respect wasn't allowing her to take money from her new friend.

"But Annav--"

"Tweety.." Arnav cut her off. "You said yourself that I am your friend, isn't? "

Khushi nodded her head.

"Then let me help you. Friends do help each other. Didn't you see this in your TV?" He teased her.

Khushi smiled and bobbed her head up and down. "I shee. Shalman Khan uncle alsho help hish fliends. He shooo good." She said dreamily.

"Who?" Arnav frowned.

"Shalman Khan uncle. He come on TV. You no see?" She asked him, extremely astonished.

"No!"

"Hawww!!" Khushi looked at him astonished. "You no shee Shalman Khan uncle? He shooo handshome(handsome) and goodh(good). Like plince(prince)"

Twelve years old Arnav narrowed his eyes at four years old Khushi, with irritation, anger and..uhh...jealousy!?

What the!? Who is this Salman whatever? Why my Tweety is admiring him so much?

"Tweety.." Arnav shook her, trying to pull her back from the lala land. "Is he more handsome than me?" He asked cautiously, raking his fingers through his hairs and straightening up his shirt.

Khushi looked at him for a moment before she burst into fits of giggles. She kept on laughing holding her stomach, falling left & right on the bench while Arnav kept his face still, glaring at her.

"Annav, you ale cute. You fogot?(forgot) I told you na..."

"Yeah I remember. But don't admire him in front of me ok? I don't like it."

"But why?" Khushi pouted.

Arnav got up from the bench and then picked Khushi in his arms, kissing her both chubby cheeks one by one. "Because you are my Tweety. Only mine! I am your friend and you should admire me only. If you want to call me cute than you can but remember, only me. No other boy. Otherwise I will get very angry. Ok?"

Khushi smiled sweetly and wounded her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek in return. "Ok Annav."

"Good!" Arnav nodded his head, satisfied. "Come on now, we will go and fly off one pigeon for your father."

He then, started walking towards his mother who stared in shock at her chotte, who was coming towards her with a cute little girl in his arms and a smile playing over his lips.

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