"No Myra, you are not fat. You are the cutest girl in the world. Don't listen to him." He heard his mother talking to the girl sweetly and felt even worse.
His eyes started to well up with tears. He ran faster and faster until he bumped into someone.
"Little Champ, where are you going?"
He looked up and saw a tall and handsome man in army uniform was obstructing his way.
He was his father's friend and Myra's father, Yashraj Singh.
Little Aryan immediately wiped away his tears and smiled at the man. "Yash uncle, I am going out to play."
Yashraj Singh was stunned. "It's lunchtime. The sun is a little harsh today. Why don't you come with me to my home? Your auntie has made a tasty meal today."
The boy wanted to say no but he thought against it and nodded his head. A shrewd thought came into his mind,
'Fat girl, you have stolen my mommy. Now I will snatch yours!'
Yashraj picked the boy up from the ground and held him in his arms.