Not the rom-com you're looking for. Paris - a dream destination for almost every soul apprised of its mere existence. A mandatory inclusion in many a bucket list around the globe. The city of love, hope and happiness. However, what had commenced as a reverie - or even a generic plot for a romantic tale, morphs into a series of unforeseen events that are nothing short of a never-ending nightmare. A catastrophe that Aarya finds herself entangled in while on her interim, one-year job transfer, having met, and spent her very first night with a supposedly famous, charming footballer - only to witness him get accused for first degree murder on the day after. Alas, being under the expression that the fracas had ceased to come to a standstill unfolds as a gross miscalculation - for as they continually attempt to defend THE Antoine Griezmann to evince his innocence, the affiliated around them begin dropping like flies - their cadavers piling up one after the other, leaving behind a trail of murder cases, and charges. And when almost every personage in the city - friend and foe - wants your head, seeking one's freedom from crime and guilt feels like an impossibility, even several years far into the murky, distant future.