Chapter 2

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Jovana took the first flight to India, and on her arrival, her car waited for her at the Delhi airport, and then she drove to La Coeur de la Vie. Her house was near the outskirts of Rajasthan; it was a place her mom was building when she passed away suddenly. Jovana finished that place later, and she found peace in it; it had memories of her mother.

La Coeur de la Vie was a three-story mansion spread on 127 acres of land. It had a sports arena and garden, an underground swimming pool, car parking, and a helipad. The building had seven luxury bedrooms on the third floor, a dining room and kitchen on the ground floor, and a and a library and home theater on the second floor. Jovana maintained a room with all memories of her mother and family and did not allow anyone to enter it. The second floor was where the huge art gallery was. Marie's passion for the arts was portrayed here. Jovana had many paintings that she had made kept here. The perfect house is what people talk about.

Her intention of returning to India was unclear until she visited the royal Rajasthan hospital where her father, the current crowned king, was hospitalized. The usual treatments were the cause, and this time they reached a bit closer to the king. When she visited the hospital for the first time, she just saw her dad from a distance through the glass, looked at him, and felt so much peace inside. He was alive and fine; everything was fine. Jovana's dad was fit and only waited for some days to get all tests cleared and the wound sealed nicely. Later, she visited to watch him recover. It was about 3 days past her arrival in India, and she visited the hospital for the 7th time. But this time she was caught—or rather, spotted—by her uncle when she was leaving.

Her uncle called her by her name. "Jovana, is that you?" he asked. Jovana stood still and only turned when he called again. Now again, Jovana was a serene beauty, one of her kind, beautiful, and saturated; she didn't dress as she was, like a princess. She wore a black tank top with a messy bun and tights with white sneakers and huge rings on her ears; a black Rolex fitted her left hand; and a sliver bracelet on her right hand with a stiff anklet on her left leg. She looked like a rebel kid. So, when she was turning towards her uncle Param, every person in the room looked at her as she turned from the door towards the patients in the exercise room. Uncle went to her and said, "Finally, after so many years.".

Uncle pulls her to continue the conversation with her dad. Jovana is bombarded with questions like, "Where were you all the time? How have you been? What have you been doing?" and the list goes on. She sat back, opposite her father and uncle, besides uncle Param's youngest son, Riyaan. The father-daughter duo never made eye contact, but the questions went on, and soon Uncle Param asked, "Where are you staying?" To this, she finally answered and said, "A place is arranged by the company, as I have a project coming up soon." But Uncle Param insisted that she come and stay with them at the palace of Gratia. Jovana could not refuse, as she barely spoke, or say she didn't get a chance to speak. Riyaan being utterly blank as to what was happening, remember the youngest in the family? Little did he know the history of his own family.

To the offer that was made to Jovana to stay at Gratia, she looked at her uncle and then her father, Param, then looked at his brother Karanveer. "Let her come home," he said. "If she wants to," and then he left for his room. So, the decision was made that she was going home; she was going to Gratia. Jovana was glad that her family remembered her and wanted her.

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