Lejla was a young, beautiful girl from the village, the only child of her strict parents. They raised her believing that her true destiny could only follow their values and traditions. They were Muslims, convinced that love could only exist within their frameworks. Marko was different; he was Catholic. Yet, their love knew no boundaries, neither faith nor the worlds that separated them.

She studied in the city, and he followed her while they secretly met, enjoying the moments they stole together, in the quiet of the night and under the light of streetlamps. Lejla knew that what they had was something her parents would never accept. Still, their love was indestructible. Marko was her support, her peace in a world that was anything but friendly toward their...