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Book Launch - The Ghost of Dona Paula


Life is unpredictable and so full of surprises, and sometimes we find it easier to open up to a stranger rather than the people that we trust.

Yashasvi is going through the worst phase of her life. After being betrayed by her boyfriend whom she trusted blindly, the world comes crashing down on her when she learns about her parents’ failing marriage. As the cold, hard reality takes a bite of her heart, she decides to embark on a solo trip, in an attempt to escape the ghosts of her past. She arrives in Goa, hoping to leave her troubles behind, but it makes no difference. 

On the second day, however, she comes across a man who appears to be different from all the men she had known. That sudden encounter with Klaus, a professional scuba diver from Germany gives her a ray of hope as she finally begins to enjoy the little moments in life. Soon she finds herself immeasurably attracted to this man, oblivious of the fact that a terrible fate awaits that would later change the course of her life.


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