The crisp mountain air of October 26th was a welcome change, a stark contrast to the humid, charged atmosphere of the festive night. The memory of Maya's scream and my own overwhelming shame still lingered, a dark shadow at the edge of my consciousness, but the promise of escape, of being alone with Parth in the secluded embrace of the mountains, had been too tempting to resist.

As we drove further away from the city, the towering peaks and dense forests seemed to swallow us whole, creating a sense of isolation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Parth had meticulously planned this trip, every detail meticulously arranged to ensure our privacy and uninterrupted indulgence. He had rented a secluded cabin, nestled deep within the mountains, far from any prying eyes or unwanted intrusions.