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Not a warning, just a piece of information: The chapter has a lot of Malayalam conversation; I have explained it in the dialogue itself or it is added in the expression details of the character. You don't need to translate to read :)

I like to keep the conversation real, and this chapter required Malayalam to have all the characters' emotions in place.

"Where are we going today?"

It was the last day of their blissful vacation.

Xavier had recently received some crucial information about his Chitta—his mother's only sister. He had been trying to track her down for years but had always hit dead ends. She was the only person who had ever stood up to his Amma, urging her to leave the monster she had married. But his mother, stubborn and blinded by what she thought was love, had refused... she had spent her life in hell and eventually died there.

Finally, the detective agencies he had hired came through. They told him his aunt was living near the coasts of Kandakkadavu. The moment he heard this, he made up his mind to meet her.

He glanced at Krithika. "To see Chitta," he said, his voice quieter than usual. His left hand raked through his hair as his eyes darted to the car window every few seconds, scanning the scenery.

"Chithha?" she repeated, rolling the word on her tongue. Her brows furrowed, confused. Was he dragging her to watch a Tamil movie? She had already seen Chithha. Sure, it was a masterpiece, but far too heartbreaking to endure twice.

Xavier chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Not the movie," he said, gripping her hand. "My Amma's younger sister, Bincy Chitta." His thumb brushed over her knuckles as he added, "I'm kind of nervous. It's been thirty years. She probably won't even remember me."

Oh. Krithika blinked, taken aback by the vulnerability in his voice.

He kept tapping his fingers against hers, a restless rhythm that betrayed his anxiety. She kissed his hand gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "We'll find out," she said softly.

"Enthada mone, ithra neram edukunne avide?" someone shouted from deep within the house.

A teenage boy wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts eyed Xavier and Krithika as they stood near the metal-grilled gate of his house. "Amme, etho oru fancy guy vannit itha ningale chothikunnu," he shouted back, "Philippu ethenkilum loan veendum edutho?"

He narrowed his eyes at Xavier and whispered, "Hey, my brother will pay back the money soon, no need to disturb my Amma, okay?"

"Listen, kid..." Xavier sighed, exasperated by the whole misunderstanding. "I don't even know your name!"

Krithika decoded the fluent- no subtitle- Malayalam scene unfolding there. She had started to learn a few words for the sake of being able to comprehend the sweet dirty talking that Xavier oh so passionately murmured to her during their intimate moments.

She quickly understood the situation: the boy was Xavier's cousin, son of his aunt. And he clearly thought that the "fancy guy" standing next to her—Xavier—was some ruthless loan shark who had come with his goons to collect money that his elder brother, Philip, owed.

Suppressing the urge to giggle, Krithika realized that Xavier certainly had the look of a "cold and rich baddie." Not so long ago, she, too, had thought of him as a crazy, heartless asshole. But now, she knew better. Xavier couldn't even harm a mosquito. If asked, he'd probably reply, "Every organism is important for nature, why kill them?"

"Philippu ennod onnum paranjitillallo!" A lady wearing a crisp cotton saree came rushing out of the door, cursing her son, Philip, for being an idiot. "Enthina karathave ente ee mudinja puthran oru prashnangalil chenn chadunne epozhum!"

Krithika froze for a moment as she observed the striking resemblance between the woman and Xavier's Amma. She looked nearly identical to the painting of his mother—dusky complexion, thick long curly hair, a sharp nose sitting atop full lips.

But instead of the stunning brown eyes that Xavier had, this lady had a pair of deep, jet-black eyes. She looked beautiful in an aged way, with a few wrinkles gracing her face and strands of gray peppering her hair. Krithika guessed she was somewhere in her mid-fifties.

The lady opened the gate and stepped outside, wiping her wet hands on her saree. She stood in front of Xavier's towering frame and asked, "How much does Philip owe you?"

Krithika thought, I guess your Philippu might be a headache for you, Aunty, but he doesn't owe anything to my darling Xavier. It's you, Bincy Chitta, who owes him a lot.

A/N

Thanks to @lazynerd2007 for helping me with the Malayalam stuff here, love you, dude, for being a constant reader and supporting me!

Do tell me what you feel about this and the upcoming chapters, always open to positive criticism.