CHAPTER 97
The eight days had really been a whirlwind in her life, full of shocking gestures from Zayan to the peaceful conversations they had. Not to forget their time cooking different meals in which she learned to make Boshi mashuni, a banana flower salad, and Saagu bondibai, a pudding-like thing.
After touring almost all the tourist places, Zayan camped inside the house for the remaining two days, making sure to imprint every part of the house from their intense coupling to the point where Amyla couldn't feel her legs for hours. Though she did try to resist, the euphoric feeling would always leave her moaning for more.
Amyla breathed in the fresh air, looking at the ocean at a distance, probably for the last time since they were leaving for Spain in a few hours, much to her dismay,
