‘With great reverence, I spread flowers on the skull, brought soil from the surroundings and made a grave for it. It was clear that she had been tortured. I also knew that there would never be a trial for the killing of this girl, but I felt we, as human beings, had done our duty.’

\n\nBosnia is reeling under the effects of the Bosnian War and large-scale ethnic cleansing of Bosniaks.\nBeaten and destroyed, the country needs to be brought back to life with care and compassion.\nSabyasachi, a disillusioned and exhausted police officer of West Bengal cadre, lands in Bosnia on\ndeputation duty with the United Nations Peacekeeping Force.
\nSuzanne, a language assistant working with the UN Mission in Bosnia and a true-blue Bosnian, has\nexperienced the war first-hand and has a past that still haunts her.
\nThe two meet in the gloomy winter landscape of Bosnia and fall in love. Will the ghosts of the\nwar-torn country let their love endure?
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