Fourteenth and final night in the cold Paris winter. Heavy snow was falling outside the hotel. The Eiffel Tower was visible from the window, covered in white. This was their last night in Paris before returning to Bangalore. Rohan had decided to leave early because of all the suspicion and pain. He was packing his bags silently. He had booked separate seats on the flight. His heart was broken but he did not want to create a big scene in a foreign country.

Priya was feeling sad for Rohan but her body and soul were now completely owned by Pierre. She had fallen in dark love with his dick, his touch, his golden showers and his rough yet romantic fucking. She knew this was the last chance to enjoy in Paris.