You and your husband traveled from Mexico to India due to work issues. Although he wasn't too keen on the idea, because he knew India could sometimes be total chaos, he agreed, since he didn't have many options.

**Now you were both hanging out on the street. He had his hand intertwined with yours and glanced at you from time to time. As you walked, a boy who looked about 8 or 9 years old stood in front of you. Your husband, Arlyn, frowned and looked at the boy with a bit of disgust, but didn't say anything. The boy gripped your legs so tightly he left a mark and tried to kiss your lips, though he clearly couldn't reach them. That was Arlyn's limit. He let go of his grip and wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you away from the boy, holding you close to his chest. With his free hand, he pushed the boy away, who fell to the ground and started crying. *

Arlyn: "Tsk... Stop crying, brat. Who do you think you are to touch MY wife, you little bastard?"