Novels by Victoy Richman

Uncovering Nature's Majesty and the Challenges of Conservation.The G700 soared through the clouds. Rachna sipped her champagne, Gloria admired the stunning views from the panoramic windows, and Lawrence caught up on some work on his laptop, utilising the available in-flight online services. The luxurious amenities and impeccable service on the private jet made them feel like royalty, setting the perfect tone for the adventures that lay ahead.In a bustling aircraft, where the roar of engines provided a constant backdrop, Ratna and Anju, the air hostesses, glided through the aisle with effortless grace. Their radiant smiles and warm demeanour put the passengers at ease. Attentive to every detail, Ratna and Anju ensured that each passenger’s journey was as comfortable as possible. They distributed pillows and blankets, offered

Empowering Intimacy and New Beginnings Above the Clouds.Isabella felt a sense of fulfilment and purpose as she listened to Rachna's story. She had always believed in the power of intimate apparel to enhance relationships and boost confidence, but hearing firsthand how her creations were making a real difference was incredibly gratifying. She continued to chat with Rachna."Such is the effect of your lingerie," Rachna said with a smile, "that he feels the fabric first over my panties and then brings his fingers inside me."Isabella beamed with pride, knowing that her designs were not just pieces of fabric but tools for connection and empowerment. "Oh, that sounds similar," Isabella chuckled. "My husband also does the same thing. He is crazy about my butt, and he caresses my ass over the

Preparing for a Memorable Charter Adventure with Rachna and Bong.Gloria and Lawrence had followed Rachna's directions, coordinated with Bong, and confirmed their arrival plans with them. Isabella and Samson, too, were excited to offer their Gulfstream G700 for Rachna's charter booking. Vipin was licensed to fly it, and he could take Balram as his co-pilot. Seeing Vipin take the command to fly Rachna's air charter, the Gulfstream G700, Sonia also agreed to go along as the chief flight attendant. As the sun bathed the city in a warm glow, Vipin and Sonia gathered in a cosy corner of their favourite café to discuss an exciting opportunity that had come their way. Their faces, usually adorned with serene smiles, radiated with a mixture of thrill and anticipation."Can you believe it, Vipin? We have been chosen to fly the majestic Gulfstream G700 for Rachna's charter booking to Seattle!" Sonia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her words seemed to dance in the air, carryi

A Journey of Growth and Collaboration in the Corporate World.Everyone in the room chuckled at Nadia's clever planning. "That's dedication right there," Diana remarked with a smile. "She's definitely someone we can rely on to get the job done."Richard agreed: "I think she has a bright future ahead of her in your company."Rachna added, "I have no doubt she will excel at whatever she pursues. I'm eager to see what she contributes to this project.""I am convinced, Rachna," Richard emphasised. "You will have a memorable trip this time, different from your previous ones."Rachna smiled. "Let's see. We need to invest in our team members and help them reach their fu

Family, Legacy, and the Pursuit of Excellence.Sonia and Vipin were still not ready. They had not yet reported for breakfast. Rachna, Richard, and Diana decided to give Sonia and Vipin a few more minutes before checking in on them, trusting that they would be ready soon. Sonu and Nadia knew why Vipin and Sonia were late. They had stayed up late the night before, and knowing Vipin, Nadia was convinced he would not have spared Sonia, and both must have made love continuously the whole night, leading to their tardiness.Sonu chuckled at the thought, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he imagined Sonia's current state. He knew she'd be feeling the aftermath of their clandestine encounter, a secret mission accomplished as part of Nadia's elaborate revenge plan. The previous night, under the cover of the pulsati

Building Bonds: A Day of Family, Support, and Networking in the Heart of Business.Gloria waved back, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for her supportive and loving family. The sight of Richard overseeing the workers filled her with admiration for his dedication. She gestured to Richard that she was coming to join him, eager to lend a hand. Richard nodded in acknowledgement, his expression showing his gratitude for Gloria's presence.Making her way across the lush green lawns, Gloria admired Richard, who was engaged in a deep conversation with the workers. Smiling at the scene, she greeted him, "Good morning, Dad," genuinely thankful for the time together."Good morning, Gloria," Richard replied warmly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his daughter-in-law. "I'm glad you're here to help out toda

Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to her, no matter how short. The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted; for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. She

Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm out without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the cloth line where they had been left to dry. She looked bored and ju

They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realised she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight; she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were happening now. She and her crew had been going to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. When asked to bring her crown, she knew it was a bad idea. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event that all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be a shame if she couldn’t witness it. In the same way, it would be disrespectful to her country for her to show up without her identity, the crown. Near home, she and Vivi sat b

It had been four days since her encounter with Myra, and Isha couldn't deny that she felt like the most stupid person on the planet. The funny part was she knew she had no right to be angry like the guy was in a relationship with someone else. Officially, he belonged to Myra, but then she couldn't get the picture of him being in bed with her. It disturbed her in ways she didn't expect.Her hurt was too much. It nearly crushed her, but she needed to keep moving, which she did. She stopped picking up his calls and just avoided him generally. She tried looking at the good side, like him not dying, which was good, right?As usual, the Yadavs had a get-together dinner, and it was something they frequently did, something to boost their political involvement and expand their territory. Today, she was to serve, and she tried as much as she could to keep calm when she saw Zayn seated among the VIPs. Of course, he had been invited; he was considered one of the most influential people in the coun

The plan was to go unnoticed and so she did just that. Myra was in joggers and a sports bra, with dark glasses to hide her identity. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail that bounced as she walked into the gym. She glanced around for a while and then saw Isha at the corner working the treadmill. She walked up to the receptionist and flashed a smile.“A month, please. What’s the cost?” she asked.“Rs 1000” the receptionist replied. “Name please.” She asked as she received cash from Myra and began filling out the registration form on the system.“Abitha Solan” she lied.Things had gone down with Zayn; she had recognized the name as soon as Zayn mentioned it, who could easily forget the girl at the engagement party? Zayn didn’t have an answer to the question she asked that night and he was a terrible liar so she immediately interpreted what was going on, and she wasn’t wrong. He had sat there all night while she went into the room and man had she cried, she was hurt and didn’t think she

Uptown Delhi was the most beautiful place in India, and as they held hands, taking photos, she could see all the possibilities she had always dreamed of coming to pass. They got to a serendipity restaurant called the unicorn sundae and were back in the streets, diverting into the little tracks leading to the lake.To both their surprise and satisfaction, the lake was empty. The water was a runoff of the downfall at the end of the city, and they knew it was safe. The government kept it clean.“Hold on!” Zayn shouted as he raced behind her, struggling to get through the shrubs that lay around.Isha giggled. “Keep up, CEO.” She yelled in return. As she got to the edge of the stream, she took off her oversized polo shirt, which was his actually, and the shorts she wore joined it. She did a twirl in her optional cloth state just before his arrival.He joined her, pulling away from his dress and walking to meet her. His hands circled her waist, and he pushed her to himself. She felt him hard