Tenth day in the freezing Paris winter. The snow outside the hotel window was thick and white. The city looked beautiful but cold. Inside the room, the atmosphere was becoming dangerous. Rohan was starting to suspect something. He noticed fresh marks on Priya’s neck and boobs when she changed clothes. He saw her smiling at her phone many times. Her body smelled different – a mix of strange perfume, pee and sex.

Rohan asked her in the morning, “Priya, is everything okay? You seem different since we came to Paris. There are marks on your body.” Priya got scared but she lied sweetly, “It’s nothing honey. The cold weather is making my skin dry. I love you only.” She kissed him and hugged him tight so he would not ask more questions.