The Veil

Chapter # 32

The world wasn't perfect, Arshi realized that the moment her biological parents left her at the door of (Last Name) Clan. She still remembers her first meeting with (Name) and...Haqir.

"Who is this, father?" The young Haqir asked.
"This is Arshia, she is your new playmate."

"She is a girl." The young boy frowned, Arshi was not used to being the center of attention, she shrunk behind the tall man.

"Yes, she is a girl," the older man looked around the playroom, "where is (Name)?"

"She got angry because I told her not to climb a tree!" The young boy said, "I told her she will hurt herself! But she never listens!" The older man got on a knee in front of the worried kid.

"Don't worry, Haqir." He ruffled Haqir's hair, "I'll ask the servants to look for her. Till then you can introduce yourself to Arshia."

"Hello, I'm Haqir!" He held a hand out for her to shake.

She looked cautiously at his outstretched hand and the contagious grin on his face.
"You are supposed to shake it, silly." He grabbed her hand with his left one and made her shake hands with him.

"I'm Arshia." She mumbled, taking away her hand.

"Cool name!" He grinned, "do you know what it means?"

She shook her head, she didn't know of the meaning of her name even existed.

"My name means dispersible!" He excitedly shouted.

"It's despicable, idiot." Another voice joined in, a girl appeared behind her. She was shorter than the boy. Her eyes were looking at Arshia up and down as if looking for any danger from the taller girl.

"Yeah, that! I don't know what that is, but I think it means something cool."

"Yep, I am (Name)." The girl held her chin up, trying to look intimidating but to Arshia, she looked adorable little doll.

Arshia smiled, "it's nice to meet you."

"How are you so tall?" Haqir asked.

"You can't just ask people why they are tall. That's rude!"

"I can ask her, she is our new friend, you know!"

"Whatever, do you like playing with dolls?" (Name) asked, leading her to her treasured doll house.

"Don't touch anything, Arshi." The boy muttered, already giving her a nickname, Arshia didn't mind it at all, "she gets angry if you touch her doll house!"

"Of course not! You break my toys always."

"The table breaking was not my fault!" He retaliated, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Yes, it was! You were wrestling with my dolls.'' (Name) picked up a random Barbie from her collection.

"This is (Name) but tiny!" The doll was a replica of the girl, with the same eyes and hair, "take it, you can hold her." She placed the doll in her hands.

"She is pretty," Arshia said, looking down at the doll.

"I know right? Mama says it's because she looks like me!"  She took the doll back, placing it inside the doll house, "I call her (Name), and she is the head of this house!"

"She is weird, don't mind her," Haqir told her.
"No, I'm not and I'm sure Arshia likes my doll house." (Name) looked over at the girl, her eyes asking for her validation.