Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Your Grandma."

"You silly brat. You silly brat."

The woman kept hitting him. She hit him in the chest, on the arms, pinched him a little bit, hit him again in the chest. Then she started to cry. Hitting him continuously. But the manner at which she hit him, it wasn't as though she was doing it with the intention to hurt him.

She cried and cried for a while then hugged him, holding unto him so passionately. With care and want. With desire and joy. Like you hold unto something that you cherish. Something you are just seeing after a very long time?

Alves wasn't sure what this was all about. But one thing which he knew for sure. One thing which was quite evident, was the fact that this woman does not possess any trait of Madam.

Madam had never come close to him, let alone alone hug him. So tightly as though she would enter through his skin and get absolved.

Then if this person is not Madam, then why does she have the face of Madam? That was one of the most important questions he had got to ask himsel