Oneshots!

6| Annav's doll

"Doll..." Shouted an excited four year old arnav running inside the house.

"Annav...Mera annav aagayi" squealed an equally excited three year annav ki doll.

"Slow down arnav, you will get hurt" ratna his mother warned following him. They both came to her friend garima house whom living in an foot distance.

"Khushi beta...slow down, you will get hurt" her mother garima warned the same.

"Doll, see i am going to participate in zonal painting competition" arnav said excitedly showing her an advertisement in newspaper.

"Annav, will you draw me" she asked cutely taking her place beside him.

"Haan. I'll paint you like a princess with long hair, big eyes, beautiful dress, sitting in a big throne.." before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted.

"Even if you doesn't paint, she will always be a princess. Princess of Gupta. And you just bloody beggar" khushi dad shashi gupta spit venom on poor boy who doesn't understand half of what he said except beggar.

"Shashiji, what are you saying? How can you speak like this? He's your friend son. Just because they are poor, doesn't give you right to speak about his status" garima retorted not able to hear her husband's indifference. Before a month they're close friends and all turned upside down when arnav's father lost his whole business without a penny. Now they're living in a small rented house nearby her mansion. Arnav and khushi was always inseparable that continues after their loss also.

"Then ask them to befriend according to their status" shouted shashi.

Seeing her father and mother fight, khushi slowly moved near arnav holding his little finger "Daddy is bad. Don't hear his words. Hear your doll words ok..." She stated cutely making arnav smile forgetting his earlier worry.

"I am sorry shashiji, it's our fault to come here. But don't worry hereafter you need not to see us near your vicinity" ratna stated firmly, holding arnav hands she left the house held her head high promising herself not to step here until they regain their old status.

"Annav...annav.." khushi too followed them holding his finger.

Even though arnav can understand only bits he knows his mother only do right so he too followed her but seeing Khushi refuse to leave his hand accompanying him he pleaded  "Mamma doll.."

"Garima, go hold her. She doesn't need this boy friendship" shashi ordered sternly with disgust seeing his daughter clinging to arnav.

Garima couldn't do anything other than watching all this, she can't rewind the time her husband insulted her friend nor her friend's decision as it is her dignity. Only option left was to keep Khushi away from them.

"Khushi, leave his hand.." garima struggled to separate her hand from his finger. Her wails deaf all the person on gupta mansion.

Seeing his doll crying face, his mother and garima aunty struggling arnav bend down to her level "My doll is good girl right. She's strong, she'll not cry. I'll see you after painting your photo like princess, until then you should not cry and disturb others" she heard patiently firmly pressing her little lips and wiping her tears.

"Ok. But promise me, annav will come back to her doll" she asked extending her palms in promise.

"Doll promise" little arnav hands fitted perfectly in her palms. Showing his teeth he kissed her before disappear to achieve his maa's promise.

Days passed, months passed, years passed along with their memories. Khushi totally forget a person called arnav in her life except something. That something is she calls someone as annav who in turn calls her doll nothing else in her mind.