Arnav stood with a cute frown, watching his mother talking something serious on the telephone. Tired of noticing her and expecting her to hand over the receiver, he pulled her pallu and gestured her to give that to him. She enlarged her eyes and shook her head in denial.

“Amma!” He cried this time pulling her pallu rather harshly.

“Arnav behave. It’s not khushi that you want to talk urgently.” Ratna told sternly and continued her conversation.

“Haan garima, this naughty boy na. He never leaves me in peace.” Ratna complained over the phone infuriating her son. Enraged by his mother’s statement, he hit her arm and ran away before she gets hold of him.

Ratna glared at his back and continued her conversation “Garima that naughty boy will be there soon.”

Garima laughs on other side “Why are you always behind my boy?”

“Don’t laugh Garima. He sucks all my energy whenever he’s at home. He can’t sit quite even for a second.” Ratna complained tiredly.

“Exact opposite of our hero Arnav.” Garima chirped like a teenager.

Giving competition to her friend Ratna squealed fiercely “Haan haan, Just like our khushi is exact opposite of that khushi.”

“And you know what? Khushi dad still wondering about Khushi's name as he keeps saying that he heard that name somewhere before you named her.” Garima giggled at the expense of her husband.

Ratna chortled in reflex “Arnav dad found out why you named him as Arnav.”

Garima mouth wide open in embarrassment and she made a crying face “Huh… OMG. What'll he think of me? Ratna this is not fair.”

“Come on Garima, he is not that bad you know. He said, he's happy that his sister got her own Arnav to crush on.”

“Argh… You idiot. Bye.” Garima gritted her teeth feeling extremely embarrassed to continue the conversation knowing her friends’ husband found about her crush.

Ratna: “Arey Garima. Be sportive.”

Garima: “Shut up Ratna.”

Ratna: “You’re copying his trademark.”

“Wait and watch how I revenge you once I get my Arshi.” Garima challenged with a cocky smirk. Meanwhile she saw Arnav entering her home with a sulking face.

“Now stop your bakwas. My Arnav is here to meet his Khuchi. Bye.” Garima quickly end the call and strode forward to scoop him in her arms.

“Why my Arnav is sulking today?”

“Amma doesn't let me to talk with Khuchi.” He complained cutely running his eyes all over the living area “Where's Khuchi?”

“She's in her room preparing for some competition. Aren't you participating with Khushi?” Garima asked with a frown wondering why her daughter's tail is not following her this time.

Arnav twisted his lips and looked her in detest “That was girly competilions. Silnging, Dalncing, Sthory telling. Yuck.”

“Haww… Who said that was a girly thing? There's nothing gender biased in competitions. Anyone can participate in anything. Now tell me are you participating with your Khuchi?”

“Oh. Then I'll palticipate. I'll not leave my Khuchi.” Saying this, he wiggled on her hold giving her a cue to let him down.

Sensing his urgency, Garima left him down and Arnav ran towards Khushi room like a wind.

The moment he opened the door, he burst out laughing clutching his stomach to his dear life. His eyes watered and rolling on the floor is the only thing left. But his hearty laugh expired pretty quickly as the result of a cry.

“Annav!” The owner of hazel eyes with cute chubby cheeks cried his name.

He watched his khuchi's disheveled state with pursed lips. Tangled in between the lengthy cloth which looks like her mother's saree, her voice came out through the small opening which is the only area which is left uncovered in her messed up state. Her small frame almost dwindled on that lengthy cloth.

He quickly strode towards her and released her from the saree “Khuchi whalt ale you doling?”

Big salty tears made its way down her chubby cheeks as she looked up at him with a crying face “I walt to be Lapunzel.”

“What?” He frowned pushing away the undone saree with his legs.

“I walt to be Lapunzel.” She repeated with trembling lips.

His brows raised automatically, disinterested by the topic “So? And who's Rapa.. Rapunjel?”

“It's Lapunzel.”

“No. It's Rapunjel. I know it.” For a change, he merrily grabbed the opportunity of correcting her as it's always the way around. Khushi always rile him up by correcting his errors like his teacher. Not to say, he's irked by that fact.

“So you knlow who's Lapunzel yet you're alking me.” Khushi flared her button nose by the realisation. Her tears went away without any trace.

Arnav bit his tongue and smiled sheepishly “Tell na, wlat ale you doling?”

“I walt long hair like Lapunzel.” She answered extending her hands in quotient.

“Wly do you walt to be like her?”

“I am going to tell her sthory in compeletion.” Khushi replied climbing on the bed.

His brain quickly cut short the tangled film and played it virtually. He has enough intelligence to guess if there's a Rapunzel then there'll be Eugene for sure. And he asked the same “Oh, wlo is your Eugene?”

Khushi stopped her actions abruptly and stood confused “I dol't know.”

Arnav blinked his eyes and an instant idea popped in his brain “I'll malke you Rapunjel. But only I'm Eugene no one else.”

“Hey Jolly. You'll malke me Lapunzel.” She chirped joyfully jumping on the bed exulting her happiness.

“But I'm Eugene.” He repeated sternly feeling left out by the lack of acknowledgement from her side.

“Okay olkey.”

Khushi showed her small white tooth as compensation. Arnav without wasting a minute ran towards her wardrobe.

“Annav wly you welt there?”

Ignoring her question, Arnav opened the door with the help of the nearby chair. After rummaging through it, he ran back to her after taking her lehenga dupatta.

“See, tlis is your hair.” He showed her dupatta which is not lengthy as her mother's saree.

Arnav climbed on the bed clutching the dupatta to his torso. Khushi followed his actions with a sense of curiosity wondering how can a dupatta become hair. He placed it unevenly on her head but it fell down the moment he withdrew his hands.

He sighed and placed it back for it only to fall again.

“Argh.. Khuchi, this is not stayling in place.” He groaned in frustration.

Khushi pouted sadly “Leave it Annav.”

“No. Wait.” He bit his lower lip travelling into his thinking mode.

Khushi looked him seriously and her face lit up after some time “Annav idea. Wait….”

She run towards the dressing table and took few Bobby pins.

Arnav gleefully took it and pin the dupatta with it.

“See you ale Rapunjel.” Cooed Arnav with a proud satisfied smile.

But Khushi face adopted a disappointment “Annav this is not hair. This looks like a veil.” She said taking the whole of dupatta in her small palms.

Arnav frowned and twisted the dupatta till the end making it looks like a plait and ropped the end with her hair clip “Khuchi see now.”

Khushi looked herself on the mirror. Her face adorned with a content smile as she twirled in glee.

“Annav. I'm prilcess. Lapunzel.” She whirled with hearty laugh feeling excited with her new look.

“But what's your sthory name?” Arnav interrupted her self admiring session.

Khushi stopped twirling as she's confused with his question “Huh. Tangled.”

“Khuchi. Everyone knlows that.”

“So?”

“Give diffelent name.”

“I dol't know.”

“RAPGENE.” He declared after a minute of silence.

“What?”

“Today I heard aunty saying Arshi. You know what it mealn? Ar from Arnav and shi from Khushi, these are her favourites. We can also name like that. Rap from Rapunzel and Gene from Eugene.”

Khushi shook her head in denial “Nah. It's wlong. It has Arnav in first, so it should be EUGZEL.”

“Yuck. It doesn't sound good. So our final sthory name is RAPGENE.”

Khushi nodded in acceptance as she's ok with anything if she's given her favourite character. And moreover she can compromise on anything if it comes to her dear friend Annav.

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