Rohan Rai seemingly has more than any twenty-five-year old Indian
could have. But he has a different dream for his life, and a
clear-cut plan to get there. A cocky workaholic determined to climb
the corporate ladder as fast as possible in order to achieve his
goals, he doesn’t care who he alienates on his meteoric rise to the top.
Irish girl who lives in the moment, loves Whitney Houston, and enjoys
life to the fullest. Although there’s no room for any love in
Rohan’s three-year plan, he finds himself increasingly drawn to
her. As their relationship blossoms, Rohan slowly finds himself
viewing life differently, until a past grudge escalates and his inner
demons resurface. Torn between his ambition, his responsibilities,
and love, he must now re-examine everything he believes in…or risk
losing it all.
the heart-wrenching first book of the Lovecarnation trilogy, a
thought-provoking series about fate, destiny, and the timelessness of
true love.
Prologue
May 25, 1996
In the beautiful countryside of Missoula, Montana, on a lonely street in the afternoon, a car came to a
screeching halt.
“Please be careful, Hugo. We are parents now!” cried the lady sitting in the back seat of the car next to a baby who was crying incessantly, strapped in the car seat.
“I am sorry,” the father apologized, feeling very guilty.
“Can you please pick him up and see if you can calm him down?”
The baby was crying even more loudly now. The mother unstrapped the car seat belt and picked him
up. Unable to calm the baby down, she got out of the car with him in her arms and walked around caressing his back. The road was vacant, and the cries of the baby filled the air. There were a few shops a short distance away, but most of them were closed, and the place looked deserted. The cries became louder and louder. The mother kept walking slowly, worried, not knowing what to do. The baby was born two days ago, and the parents were going back home from the hospital. The little one had been crying continuously for the last two days. When they were still at the hospital, Grandma said on the phone that it must be colic or gas. The worried parents had gotten all the medical checks done, but doctors were not able to find anything abnormal with the baby. The mother, however, knew that something was definitely wrong. She did not sleep even a little since the baby was born, wondering why the baby was behaving that way.
There was pain in the way the baby cried, as though his little heart was breaking and his soul was being torn out of his body. The only quiet time in the last two days was when the baby fell asleep tired of crying.
With sweat trickling down her neck and the baby simply refusing to stop crying, the frustrated mother
turned around to get back into the car. Suddenly she came face-to-face with a middle-aged woman wearing a red bandana on her head and a long, flowing, colorful maxi dress in blue, black, and red. Her thick, long, bushy hair had beads tied all over, and both her wrists were covered with beautiful bracelets. The woman, who most probably was a traveling gypsy, looked at the crying baby very attentively.
“Lovecarnation,” she said, and looked at the mother, who by now was even more worried and stepped back a bit. “Don’t worry; he will stop crying when he goes through all his memories. He will smile when he sees new hope, in this new life,” the woman said. This time she was looking straight into the eyes of the mother.
“What memories? What are you saying?” The mother was a bit shocked and stepped back further, clutching the baby tighter.
The woman smiled, looked at the baby, turned around, and walked away. The terrified mother ran
toward the car.
“Who was that?” asked the father as the mother hurriedly threw herself and the crying baby into the
car.
“Let’s go quickly. This place is weird,” she said while strapping the baby into the seat.
As the car moved, the mother looked out of the window and noticed the mysterious woman at a
distance walking through a small door into a corner shop. A nicely crafted wooden board on the door of the shop read – Irish Fortune Teller.
year old daughter Natasha.
his family while pursuing his studies. His first job was that of a
salesman for a sewing machine company.
hot sun, the company refused to pay him his salary and he quit. He
then took up several jobs from working as a cashier in a 5 star hotel
to working for a diamond merchant and in the share market.
officer. Through sheer dedication and hard work, RKC rose through the
ranks and managed to get an assignment in London.
job along with his wife for a short period before finally settling
down in Dublin, Ireland with a full time job in a bank.
spare time though he never submitted any of them for publication. He
however wrote articles of general interest which were published in
the newspapers.
cover as he wanted his name to be on the cover of a novel first.
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